Sorrow's Song (Child Of Dying Stars)

Tell me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear

The stories to be told, my child, are not for you to fear

Sing me a city of cinnamon; sing me a manticore's song

I will give you beads of amber and feathers all of gold

Sorrow is a child of dying stars with no one to tell her her name

red in her cloak as a winter sun she wanders, not entirely tame

are ye a child of stars dead and dying brought here from afar

with whorls of fate upon your eyes and Sorrow in your heart?

Sing me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear

the stories to be told, my love, are not for you to fear

sing me a city of cinnamon sing me a manticore's song

i will give you beads of amber and a feather cloak of gold

oh! (as red in her cloak as a winter sun

our daughter of dying stars

whorls of fate upon her eyes

and Sorrow in her heart

Sorrow, my heart!

sorrow is a child of dying stars

with no one to tell her her name

red in her cloak as a winter sun she wanders

Sing me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear

the stories to be told my love are not for you to fear

Does it not seem strange to ask, to talk by first light instead of last

the stars keep watch, the living dead and dying

You are dear as diamonds now to folk you've never known

the tale you fear to end is just beginning

hand in hand with Solace with a firebird at her back

a djinn and a grandmother at her sides

a sister's cloak of feathers wrapped around her here at last

her mother walks the lonely shore and cries

Tell me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear

The song you fear to end is just beginning

so sing me a city of wishes and fire

sing me a traveling song

I will give you worlds of wonder

and a feather cloak to keep you warm!

(sorrow is a child of dying stars

with no one to tell her her name

red in her cloak as a winter sun

she wanders)