Sword From the Stone

Words and Music: Dorcas Whitecap 2006
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A well fed fire to bring the bloom,
Hammer and tongs to call my own,
Volundís blessing on my arm
To draw the sword from the stone.

From ancient times the stories come
How burning stones fell from the sky.
Their edges smooth and glowing red,
Too hot to touch. But one would try

To learn what air and fire could teach.
And by his sons are secrets known:
To forge the tool and craft the ring,
And draw the sword from the stone.

A well fed fire to bring the bloom,
Hammer and tongs to call my own,
Weylandís blessing on my arm
To draw the sword from the stone.

Treasures found beneath the Earth,
Iron, copper, gold and tin,
By hammer struck and water quenched
Reveal the worth that lies within.

Upset, draw, twist and bend:
All work is done by these alone.
To forge the tool and craft the ring,
And draw the sword from the stone.

A well fed fire to bring the bloom,
Hammer and tongs to call my own,
Old Clemís blessing on my arm
To draw the sword from the stone.

There is no grain without a plow.
There is no meat without a blade.
Without a shoe the horse is lost.
Without a sword no knight is made.

And though the smith is monarch here
He needs no crown, he needs no throne
To forge the tool and craft the ring,
And draw the sword from the stone.

A well fed fire to bring the bloom,
Hammer and tongs to call my own,
Brigitís blessing on my arm
To draw the sword from the stone.

Volundís blessing on my arm
To draw the sword from the stone.

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