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The Swan's Song


Swan, sing your farewell song.

The memory of summer it may prolong.

Our warmest days are now in the past.

May our harvest be large, so that it may last.

Birch and rowan, color this place.

Now as fall claims this space.

Swan, sing your farewell song.

The memory of summer it may prolong.

Summer is a dream; for the north that is true.

We know it will come when winter is through.

Ahead is the cold, the quiet and dark.

Summer’s warm embrace still close to my heart.

Swan, sing your farewell song.

The memory of summer it will prolong.







Erik Lugnet

Apprentice Folkbuilder

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