Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Jun 20, 2021 14:22:39 GMT -5
After a performance at the Five Fine Fish Inn, Oz and Davina leave a gift for Ward Jigolo as a thanks for allowing them to guest in his space. A sea shanty by Oz and Davina Lyre Chant called "Fair Immersea" and permission to perform it.
Fair Immersea, a shanty.
Oz and Davina Lyre Chant
By the old harbor, the waves kiss the wall..the wind whistles mischief and seabirds call..they're hoping and praying to see the white sails, heralding greetings and sharing of tales
Wind in the sheets and white horses roll, they've plotted a course and home is the goal. "To heart and hearth!" is the good skipper's decree
For we're sailing back to fair Immersea. For we're sailing back to fair Immersea.
By the old harbor she's waiting with the breeze in her hair, her smile is dancing and her eyes shining fair. For soon she will see him, it makes her heart skip a beat, she'll spy the signs of the town's fishing fleet.
Wind in the sheets and white horses roll, they've plotted a course and home is the goal. "To heart and hearth!" is the good skipper's decree
For we're sailing back to fair Immersea. For we're sailing back to fair Immersea.
By the old harbor, he'll see her there, a beautiful sight on the clear morning air, his heart and hearth by his own soul's decree, Cormyr's pride and his love in fair Immersea!
Wind in the sheets and white horses roll, they've plotted a course and home is the goal. "To heart and hearth!" is the good skipper's decree
For we're sailing back to fair Immersea. For we're sailing back to fair Immersea.
It doesn't matter whever we wander and roam, for all over the world there is only one home, bringing a fine catch and cargo to the old harbor quay, we're home again to our Immersea
Yes we're home again, to our Immersea.
Oz and Davina Lyre Chant
By the old harbor, the waves kiss the wall..the wind whistles mischief and seabirds call..they're hoping and praying to see the white sails, heralding greetings and sharing of tales
Wind in the sheets and white horses roll, they've plotted a course and home is the goal. "To heart and hearth!" is the good skipper's decree
For we're sailing back to fair Immersea. For we're sailing back to fair Immersea.
By the old harbor she's waiting with the breeze in her hair, her smile is dancing and her eyes shining fair. For soon she will see him, it makes her heart skip a beat, she'll spy the signs of the town's fishing fleet.
Wind in the sheets and white horses roll, they've plotted a course and home is the goal. "To heart and hearth!" is the good skipper's decree
For we're sailing back to fair Immersea. For we're sailing back to fair Immersea.
By the old harbor, he'll see her there, a beautiful sight on the clear morning air, his heart and hearth by his own soul's decree, Cormyr's pride and his love in fair Immersea!
Wind in the sheets and white horses roll, they've plotted a course and home is the goal. "To heart and hearth!" is the good skipper's decree
For we're sailing back to fair Immersea. For we're sailing back to fair Immersea.
It doesn't matter whever we wander and roam, for all over the world there is only one home, bringing a fine catch and cargo to the old harbor quay, we're home again to our Immersea
Yes we're home again, to our Immersea.