A Vist - Uller song the first
Nov 15th, 2008 by piparskeggrskald
Hey all;
Here's an early recording of me singing "A Visit." The sound is a bit like I'm in a barrel. ,-)
This is the song I wrote to offer at Uller Blot in September, 2000 and offered at Uller Blot during the first and only Asatru In Action Moot in March of 2001. AnA became Our Meadhall later that year and the Moots have continued.
In my poetry, I use the word Burden instead of chorus as this stave has the "burden" of carrying the theme of the work. The first stave is repeated as the Burden stave.
enjoy - Pip
A Visit - UllR Bede - 22 Shedding 2250 RE
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Sing we proudly, the Bow Lord!
Uller guide hand and eye.
Sing we proudly, the Bow Lord!
His voice in arrow's flight.
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Winter is Harsh, weeds out the weak
Lest they be part, of well knit clan
Hearth fires warm, protect them well
Old ones and young, all of them kin
- Burden -
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Homestead is bound, snow piled high
Hunters are home, larders are bare
Bellies are slack, some taken ill
Elders have met, Offerings made
- Burden -
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Mead woven tale, deeds of the hunt
Praise for the prey, and the Old One
Words go awing, speed through the air
Fall on sharp ears, rightful plea heard
- Burden -
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Snow Sender strides, on boneshoes wide
Hoarfrost glistens, shrouds the woodland
Branch antlered stag, puffs misty breath
Beast Slayer sends, life stealing thorn
- Burden -
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Fur Wearer stands, within the garth
Calls to the folk, come take this prize
Man and woman, lad, lass and babe
Share in the gift, of Forest God
- Burden -
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Clan Warder speaks, Blessing to give
Tells of the shoes, deep snow to tread
To help themselves, through mortal deeds
Praises to Him, Teacher of Craft
- Burden -
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Across the rime, Leather Clad Ase
Strides to the trees, from sight is lost
Clan folk again, turn to the feast
Mead horns are raised once more in praise
- Burden -
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Winter is Harsh, weeds out the weak
Lest they be part, of well knit clan
Hearth fires warm, protect them well
Old ones and young, all of them kin
- Burden -
- Burden -