Storyteller

Aislinn the Bard

In times of old the starships came,
Settling on Pern’s fertile land.
On plain, on hill, in grassy vale
They settled, and great hope prevailed.

Chorus:
Yet still a danger is unrevealed
Of the Red Star’s rising higher,
Of writhing tide and boiling sand,
Twisted strands of silver fire.

The Red Star glares, its baleful gaze
Keeps watch o’er silent plains by night.
Glows amber in the coal-black sky,
Covering all with blood red light. (C)

From afar a grey mist edged the sky
With strands of silver in its midst.
Entranced, some young men stood watching by
The silent, hovering, darkening sky. (C)

The mothers screamed as their children died
And Thread left farmland bare indeed.
And few were left to run and hide,
Few were left to see the sight.

Chorus:
Of the awesome danger that’s been revealed
Of the Red Star’s rising higher,
Of writhing tide and boiling sand,
Twisted strands of silver fire.

They hid in hollows, rocks and caves,
Mourning the loss of their loved ones dear.
And little was left of their lives to save,
And now they were marooned here.

Chorus:
With the awesome danger that’s been revealed
Of the Red Star’s rising higher,
Of writhing tide and boiling sand,
Twisted strands of silver fire.