By Cyanicus
A popular love ballad during Tulca's time, soon after the founding of Iridine, the name of the writer of this tune has disappeared into the obscurities of history, but the song lives on in some of the smaller towns and even in the artisan's district of Iridine.
The summer ro-se
The serene autumn sky
The clouds above me,
Fluttering softly byÖ
The rising su-n
Pushing the fog aside
Dawning o'er the
The fields of golden rye
As you look at me,
And me at you
I wonder what's in storeÖ
As you look at me,
And me at you
While the waves wash on to shoreÖ
The nightingale sings,
She sings a lovely song
Her whistles echo
Echo beyond the stars
The flowers wither
The leaves fall from the sky
Ereal above me
Waves a solemn goodbye
As you look at me,
And me at you
While the sun makes her last run
As you look at me,
And me at you
As the moons shine from aboveÖ
I never thought that
The nights would last so longÖ
I never dreamed that
You'll leave me in the storm
The whips and scorns of time
The winter's bitter wind
Are my only friends alive
And when you return
Your face lights up the sky
Your golden sunrays
Bathe me in a serene light
Your smile has warmed me up
Removed the scars
And has outshone the distant stars
As you look at meÖ
And me at youÖ
You are the life
That keeps my soul alightÖ