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 -