The Dragon Shall Fly in the Sun*


Siobhan Medhbh O'Roarke
written in honor of
Cynaguan Coronet, AS XXIX


Forest and flatland, the glacier's moraine,
Loam rich and fertile grows gold-headed grain.
Ancient hills capture the seas in the plain,
The Dragon will fly in the sun.

The Dragon thrones lead us for half the year long,
By might of arm noble and grace of love strong,
Oathbinder bids us to strive against wrong,
The Dragon will fly in the sun.

(Chorus)
Raise the cup high, join in the cry,
The Midrealm our homeland is rallying nigh.
Raise the cup high, The Dragon shall fly
in the sun.

With music and dancing and revelry fine,
And feasting all evening from tables piled high,
We toast our Heirs' future, our welfare they bind,
The Dragon will fly in the sun.

Red blood on white samite, green scales on the pale,
Our banner before us up hill and down dale,
Swords sheathed in peacetime, when words will not fail,
The Dragon will fly in the sun.

Raise the cup high, join in the cry,
The Midrealm our homeland is rallying nigh.
Raise the cup high, The Dragon shall fly
in the sun.


* With inspiration from Stan Rogers and Fingol.


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