Moreta
Words and music © 1982 Anne Prather
Albums and videos of this song:
- Storyteller released 1983 by Off-Centaur Publications, Limited CD released 2010 Star Rose Arts
- Day of Jubilee Released 2010 by Star Rose Arts
A Gather day and a runner beast down
We’ve heard it all before.
A Gather day and a runner beast dead
What is the dying all for.
A plague has struck and many are dead,
And many yet may die.
A plague has struck and many are dead,
We can’t let the people die!
Chorus:
So fly, brave queen,
With healing in your wings,
And fly, brave woman, as well,
To every craft, every hold,
Over hill, over plain,
And the ages of history will sing your name.
The Weyrfolk cry out in desperation
For each wounded name of their kind.
Oh, Thread will not stop for our distress
Our sick, our weary, our dying.
The healers gathered, in conference mourned:
We can’t stop this plague, it is true.
We’ll prevent its return with the blood of its victims.
It’s the best that we can do. (C)
Oh, time is short, and riders are few,
Still we dare not wait much longer.
Fly our brave souls, to each craft and hold
Till you can fly no longer.
One Weyrwoman, braver than the rest,
Left Weyr, hardening eggs, and her Queen.
Flew an old Queen out to the end of her quest
And into the endless Between.
Chorus:
She flew, brave Queen,
With healing in her wings.
She flew, brave woman, as well,
To every craft, every hold
Over hill, and over plain,
Till her dragon could not her course sustain.
Now the ages of history will sing her name!
Moreta! Moreta! Moreta!