Sorrow's Song

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