Legend And The Lore
Stefan Weinerhall
Forgotten and concealed
Are the tales of old
Yet the spirits of the field
I do behold
A mist-like shape reveals
The fiddler in his prime
It's an act through the time
Under the starlit sky
Shadows come alive
Chapters of laughter and a sigh
They do revive
A mist-like shape entwines
The legend and the lore
Into a conviction unsure