Sing the Songs
We must sing the songs before they all fade,
ones sang gleefully in the campfire glade,
beyond the memory of many a dawn,
with all of our ancestors now gone.
I'll sing them for you before we go to bed,
I can't seem to get them out of my head.
I can't remember all of the words,
I'll improvise lyrics from what I've read.
(Refrain)
I'll sing them because I know they're soon gone,
songs of the ancients who lived well and long,
their lessons in song come tumbling down wrong,
I have to right them before committing to song.
(Refrain)
With voices still clear and on my mind,
I'll sing them to all who will listen all year.
I'll promise songs that strengthen and bind,
so, the children can sing them without fear.
(Refrain)
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So many songs, passed down for millennia from
the ancients to the children around campfires
have been lost or forgotten. Unless they are
found in renewed, put on the Internet, they will
be lost for all time..
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