By Mike Strom
The days do pass along the rocky ridge
Little is the song, little is the wrong
Done in the morning light.
Then I think, yes think of the brand of man
The world has spawned in the third millennium
And we think we know we wish to show
The laughter in the hills, of warrior king
Who from the northern forest drew the dawn
With sword and shield in common my man.
Tis a world we see in the green morning light,
When smile and warm green eyes mellow the night
Can I Can I do wrong? Let us see well enough to wait.