Tis Fair to Be Free

Echo, Gulfi and Nareisse

Song of salt, of breath, of tilled earth

Reach out and pick the stars, my dears

Sail on a night wind through clouds of silence

And curse the voice of the lark

Bringing the quiet child to wakefulness

Catch a handful of mist and play

The faintly golden horns of the High Fae

Call your brothers to battle,

And send them to sleep

Cackle at haughty gentry and play pranks on the smallfolk

Tis fair to be free, my lovelies

Tis fair to be free.