I instantly fell in love with this song when Meriste found it last June. We were looking for a theme song for Pia's movie and it simply was the most perfect song we'd listened to. Everyone instantly fell in love with it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qHdAOKoL18 World of Stone by Blackmore's Night
If it weren't the Pia theme, I surely would take it as my own.
However, the following also fit Gentyl well, I think.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMmtBgMaF5I Ae Fond Kiss sung by Eddi Reader and written by Robert Burns.
Ae fond kiss and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, and then for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resist my Nancy:
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met - or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Fare-thee-weel, though first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, though best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
By Robert Burns
Long before Gentyl and Turncutt married or even thought of such a thing, he, after all swore that he had long ago given up the war of love for the love of war, he would bring her small gifts. The story behind the gifts was often the treasure. He had found a wee curiosity shop with siftings of dust on the treasures therein. It was in one of these visits he found some odd candles that glowed with a pale golden aura when lit. Sometime after that, he found an ancient book of Elven songs and poetry and gifted it to her. Small gifts in the great scheme of things, but gifts from the heart and that is what stole Gentyl's heart. The man with the heart of a warrior and the soul of a poet. So, Ae Fond Kiss one of the truly great poems seems appropriate.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDlCM_Mwtys
Mo Ghile Mear by Mary Black
He is my hero, my dashing darling
He is my caesar, dashing darling.
I've had no rest from forebodings
Since he went far away my darling.
Every day I am constantly sad
Weeping bitterly and shedding tears
Because our lively lad has left us
And no news from him is heard alas.
The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods,
Nor summer morning in misty glen
Since he went away from me, my lively boy.
Noble, proud young horseman
Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace
A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight,
Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong.
Let a strain be played on musical harps
And let many quarts be filled
With high spirit without fault or mist
For life and health to toast my lion.
Dashing darling for a while under sorrow
And all ireland under black cloaks
Rest or pleasure I did not get
Since he went far away my dashing darling.
For a while I was a gentle maiden
And now a spent worn-out widow
My spouse ploughing the waves strongly
Over the hills and far away.
****
For, as long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never will we on any conditions be brought under English rule. It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom -- for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself.
The Declaration of Arbroath 1306
Edited by Gentyl on 3/28/2012 2:51 PM PDT