A song sung for those who are lost.

Lyrics:

In dark of night I have been lost,
Like many who have come before,
For I have paid the urchin toll,
My soul now walks on broken shores,

And so I sing for all who fall,
On darkened streets in old Makaal,
Till night abates and shadows flee,
These words, my parting gift to thee,
 
Not words nor coins nor sailors gold,
Buy passage for the ones who bleed,
So darkness it has come for me,
For I am one who no one needs,

On nights that moon-light has withdrawn,
These words will see you to the dawn,
Till night abates and shadows flee,
These words, my parting gift to thee,

The shadow fears the nighttime sun,
The child flees from broken stone,
The darkness shrinks from Tallow's Gift,
And yet I wander all alone,

This story told for all to hear,
That I am gone but always near,
For though I’m lost I am now home,
With those who whisper in the gloam,

[Interlude]

With voices of the ones who live,
This song’s my final gift to give,
Till night abates and shadows flee,
These words, my final gift to thee,

The Tolling

Your path was laid at break of day
Tarry not, the road is long
Say what words are left to say
The, road, the road, o the road is long

Your steps were chosen long ago
Tarry not, the road is long
But you have miles and miles to go
The, road, the road, o the road is long

You know the journey has to end
Tarry not, the road is long
But will you meet it as foe or friend?
The, road, the road, o the road is long

Foot prints fade like dew on the leaf
Tarry not, the road is long
Life, like the song, is sweet and is brief
The, road, the road, o the road is long

Tarry Not

Father, o father, our time has come nigh
The blade is now sharp, and the moon is now high
A daughter once treasured, now she must flee, 
but The stalwart son returns to thee

Maiden, o maiden your heart is now bare
Caught deep inside the devil’s dark snare
With salt and sand and broken key
The stalwart son returns to thee

Brother, o brother, your winter has come
An army now marches to the beating of drums
With the waking of the wandering three
The stalwart son returns to thee

Sailor, o sailor your port has been burned
The love that you seek will not be returned
at the ringing of bells, and the boiling of seas
The stalwart son returns to thee

Devil, o devil, the flock has been lost
The sheep herder’s kindness does come at a cost,
The waxing flame, it bends the knee
to the stalwart son who returns to thee

Liar, o liar, your road has been run
The die has been cast and the game has been won
Men must abide, but gods they live free
The stalwart son returns to thee

Hunter, o hunter, your quarry has fled
The holly and heather will soon be your bed
As you lay to rest ‘neth a burning tree
The stalwart son returns to thee

Children, o children, do not speak my name
I’ve done all I’ve done, and would still do the same
To the one who calls to the apogee
My stalwart son has returned to me

The Stalwart Son

Your road is coming to an end
Said the Serpent to the King 
The steps you take are numbered now
What will those footfalls bring

Walk with me and let me tell
Of what will come to pass
Of Stone and Salt and Broken Bell
And what of this will last

The King then took the Serpent's hand
And listened to her story
For in her venomed prophecies
Were tales of coming glory

The Serpent spoke of many things
That were yet to come to pass
Of never-queens and nightmare kings 
Of copper and of glass

These things I say, the Serpent warned
Will come to happen soon
And though you see your place in them
It also means your doom

Time now comes, the Serpent said
To finish off our walk
And in the ending of your road 
We hear her arrow knock     

The Archer sets her sights on you
Her arrow will fly true
For Time must march, and sun must set 
For day to dawn anew

The Serpent then embraced the King
As Time’s arrow took its course
And though she’d led him down this path
She did so with remorse

Then, in parting with the King
She told him one last tale
Of the oaths and promises he kept
Of the friends he didn’t fail

Your road has ended now my love 
The steps have all run out
The time for plans has come and gone
It’s time for dreaming now

The Serpent and The King

By the very talented Aaron Read

Lyrics:

Gather round friends,
Let me tell you a tale,
of three heroes noble and bold,

A brute, a druid, and a thief,
Who is but 9 years old,

You know them by name,
You know them by deed,
Their quests are famously daring,

So here I sit,
Singing to you,
An adventure that is worth sharing,

Tuck is the brute,
He knows not his home,
He loves to sing and fight,

Ving is half elf, 
He shifts his shape,
And wields a spear with great might,

Billy's a thief,
His tiny size,
Does mask the largest heart,

Best and brightest they may not be,
But their friendship outweighs their smarts,

So gather round friends,
And listen close,
For the tale's about to start,

Opening Theme for Spout Lore

By the very talented Aaron Read

Lyrics:

And so ends the tale,
Of adventurers three, 
Who tried the best they can,

Though dumb and scared and blind they be,
Fun times abreast in revelry,

And though our journey may bely a conclusion,
We will not leave you without a resolution,

Return next week to hear some more,
While you commute or do your chores,
And for you I'd gladly Spout Lore,

Closing Theme for Spout Lore

Closing song from the season 2 finale of Spout Lore

[Spoiler Warning]
Lyrics:

The Wilde Wood has given hand,
To Druid borne of Elf and Man,
A lantern light in endless dark,
With courage from the deepest heart,

From barren lands of ice and snow,
Upon the plains where nothing grows,
There stands a figure of the land,
A Druid bourne of Elf and Man,

The Axe, the Dagger, and the Staff,
The Broken Three who walk the path,
The bonded three who stand and fight,
Through darkness of an endless night,

The loss of one, the sacrifice,
Of he who's bourne of wood and ice,
For strength of arm and speed of flight,
Could not contain an ancient blight,

The Hollow Road, it takes its toll,
From those who hunt the Wilder Role,
The longest walk and hardest climb,
Await those who fight the will of Time,

The Water Wheel will turn no more,
For those who walk the Broken Shores,
A world of light and love bereft,
Awaits those who break the will of Death, 

On roads beyond the ken of men,
Between the wood of now and then,
Through paths beyond the sight of light,
A figure moves with will to fight,

With broken staff and bloody hand,
Walks Druid bourne of Elf and Man,

The Druid and the Drowned Man

The Druid And The Drowned Man

Song from the Season 6 finale of Spout Lore. 

Lyrics:

In days of old, tales were told, of a maiden fair and true,
Of one whose heart went wandering, it moved from me to you,
One night she sat atop the wall 'tween the lands of here and fae
But Gibbous man had hatched a plan to steal her heart away

A key, a candle and a flame he used to play the role
Then bars of iron, stone and sun did close around her soul
Her heart was trapped, her spirit chained by one who could not love
And so began the paling of the nighttime sun above

The Gibbous man forgot her there, for fickle is his way
Unable to go wandering, she began to fade away
And with the waning of her light, the land began to howl
For in the waxing shade of night, the dark was free to prowl

Chorus 1
Wind and Water, Salt and Stone
The maiden’s heart was far from home
Wind and Water, Salt and Stone
The maiden’s heart was far from home

A simple man without a plan looked up and saw the plight
Of a fading moon and the growing gloom that overtook the night
A thief by trade, he stole a skiff and set upon the waves
To find the cage of the waxing maid in an ocean full of graves

For a thousand days he sailed the waves to the border of the fae
Where land and sea and sorrow meet, and the maiden was betrayed
The Gibbous man was waiting there, in the waning light of night
He told the thief quite peaceably, he would not win this fight

(Spoken?)The Gibbous man he had forgot the thief's weapon is his tongue
For the thief had traded with the sea, bone and blood and lung

To air he gave his breath, for wind to whip the waves
To stone he gave his bones, to strengthen all the graves
To water he gave blood, to make the currents flow
And in the breaking of himself, he felt his power grow

The sea was he, and he the sea, it was the trade he made
And in the giving of himself, he learned to save the maid

Chorus 2
Wind and Water, Salt and Stone
The maiden’s heart is coming home
The maiden’s heart is coming home
The maiden’s heart is coming home
The maiden’s heart is coming home
The maiden’s heart is coming home

The Thief And The Maid

Poem from the Season 5 Finale of Spout Lore:

Lyrics:
In between the wicked waves,
There is an ocean full of graves,
Wind and Water, Salt and Stone,
Broken pieces far from home,

Iron rusts and stone engraved,
Secrets whispered 'neath the waves,
A language written but not read,
Adorns The Maiden's salty bed,

A door beneath the ocean floor,
She needs a lock and nothing more,
For in the bed of woman scorned,
There is a nation no one mourns,

The Moon has lost her favorite son,
Now all are gone, save for one,
Humans halflings elves and sprites,
No one sails on stormy nights,

Tell the children and the grown,
No one sails between the stones,

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