a time of legend

[fledgist]

a thousand stories wait still to be told

we pack our visions up and wrap them tight

this is the season when we pan for gold

 

your task to herd the lost sheep into fold

and do so swiftly for too soon comes night

a thousand stories wait still to be told

 

at height of summer not a one fears cold

but you alone are left to warn of blight

this is the season when we pan for gold

 

give us the measure and we shall take hold

of all the matters set within our sight

a thousand stories wait still to be told

 

you seek to have all good things tightly rolled

into the pattern while they are still bright

this is the season when we pan for gold

 

not one thing happens that is not controlled

or so we hope as long as we have light

a thousand stories wait still to be told

this is the season when we pan for gold