Jarabic

Oh Mocking Jay, Oh Mocking Jay, May I inquire why It is upon my back That thee do choose to fly? You say "nay", You say "nay", Upon me ye don't soar. Are ye deaf to your silence That shakes me to my core? "You're with us!" "You're with us!", Ye chant from far within Are ye blind to all my sins For I am Wind borne kin. I stand up here, I stand up here, Awaiting a reply From the Earth and Water wed Who left me here to die. Like you do, Like you do, When you go run and fly You leave me here upon this cliff Where I do watch the sky.

The noble with a thousand scars Stands silent pale beneath the stars. His head and chest, arms and hands His wrists adorned with golden bands. His head bowed low in last defeat His feet do wear his last retreat. Upon a block of air they rest With heels unpressured toes outstretched. Like fruit upon a willow tree He stands up there for all to see Chanting out his song of shame His body glowing red with blame A beacon of the night and day And in the wind does gently sway A lantern of a thousand lies A Will o’ Wisp until he dies His body blessed by priest and clerk They sing of their dramatic work Hands raised high into the sky Reveren

Come to me ye Water Wed, Help me bare the truth. The rest of us have lost their heads, To those spiteful Cherry Youth. Come to me ye Earthen Creed, Revive my limbs so worn. Upon our lose I fled with speed, From your strong Oaken Born. Come and see ye Water Wed, The mess that we have made. Our fathers are now long since dead, Lost within the shade. Come and see ye Earthen Creed, The land that we have grown. The ones that we had thought we'd freed, Look on with face of scorn. Come to me ye kin of old, Come and settle in. Come and watch them lose their hold, On what was trapped within.

O silly little Cherry Bud Wander here you now. Into my court of laughing blood I greet you with a bow. Come one, come all And greet this bloom, Come forth from where you crawl. Make now a tomb Of this fair hall, Hear now my laughing call. Think you to stay With blood so fair Unspilled into the day? Have you care Of what you say To me so plain and bare? Sad you little Cherry Bud I feel no pain or grief When tastes of thee fair blood Fall upon my new born leaf.

The Hunt is far from over son For us Children of the Wind. The Cherry know now what we've done And hunt us Wind Borne kin. Fly now children of the breeze For we belong no more. This land has fallen to the trees From Earth to Water's shore. The voice of Gods we once did bear Their biding told through we. We sculpted land in ways so fair And gave way to new born trees. We hid among these children new And watched their progress grow. We Wind and Earth and Water few Did watch what they did sow. Us Wind Borne watched the Cherry Youth And whispered tales of old. The Water Kin viewed Rowan Ruth And showed them lands untold. The Earth Wed Creed

Hide no more me brothers Hide no more me kin Take arms for one another We're off to war again Take arms ye Oaken Born Take arms ye Cherry Youth Take arms ye Willow formed Take arms ye Rowan Ruth For days of dark have come The shadows cross the sea With a low and distant hum Death has been set free Hold fast ye Oaken Born Hold fast ye Cherry Youth Hold fast ye Willow formed Hold fast ye Rowan Ruth The spores have taken hold They empty out ye minds Their children dull the lands of old Take back what's left behind Rise up ye Oaken Born And fight with strength untold Rise up ye Cherry Youth And let ye words be bold Rise up ye Willow formed

Dear Rowan Ruth I send to thee A message of the truth Sweet Rowan Ruth I aim to be Your loyal Cherry Youth Terse Rowan Ruth Stay to see My feelings for you bloom Good Rowan Ruth Set me free From this hellish little room

Hide no more me brothers Hide no more me kin Take arms for one another We're off to war again Take arms ye Oaken Born Take arms ye Cherry Youth Take arms ye Willow formed Take arms ye Rowan Ruth For days of dark have come The shadows cross the sea With a low and distant hum Death has been set free Hold fast ye Oaken Born Hold fast ye Cherry Youth Hold fast ye Willow formed Hold fast ye Rowan Ruth

In the Wake Lost is not the wind    that blows upon us kin. Lost is not the tree    from which we came to be. Lost is not the pain    from which we do gain. Lost is not the war    from which we are born. Lost is not us    who suffer with no trust. Lost is not those who survive.

Pleading of a Father Oh Willow tree, Oh Willow tree Listen to me now. I beg of thee, So listen please I plead you with a bow. I’ve lost him now, I’ve lost him now My child, my loyal son. So show me how, To bring him now To you, my Willow love. Bring forth of foxglove, Bring forth of foxglove His memory to see. That loyal he, To you and me Until to dark’s embrace. Bring forth his face, Bring forth his face So I no longer mourn. Make him reborn, And feel no scorn Make him a Willow Formed.