Heather Alexander Kerowyn's Ride
Kerowyn, Kerowyn, where are you goin'?
Dressed in men's clothing, a sword at your side?
Your face pale as death and your eyes full of fury
Kerowyn, Kerowyn, where do you ride?
Last night in the darkness black raiders attacked us
Our home lies in ruins below
They've stolen our treasure
And the bride of my brother
So to her aid now I must go
To her aid now I must go
Kerowyn, Kerowyn, where is your father?
And where is your brother? This quest should be theirs
It is not seemly that maids should be warriors
Go back to your valley and to woman's cares
My father lies dead at the hands of their leader
My brother lies wraithing in pain
The raiders left no man
Unwounded to free her
But in their hands she'll not remain
I vow she'll not with them remain
Kerowyn, Kerowyn, where are your senses?
What can you hope to accomplish alone?
You have no knowledge of war or of weapons
Why lose your life for a girl you've scarce known?
This is far more than a matter of honor
And more than a matter of pride
She's but a child
All alone and unaided
And someone at least should have tried
So now to her rescue I ride
Grandmother, grandmother, I need a weapon
I'm one against many and I am afraid
The raiders have bought them a dark wizard's power
I cannot free Dierna without magic aid
Kerowyn, Granddaughter, into your keeping
I'll give you the sword I once wore
Need is her name
Now ride fearless to battle
She'll aid as she did me before
Her magic is strong as before
Grandmother, grandmother, why turn so willing?
And why did you try to persuade me to stay?
Whence came this weapon of steel and of magic?
And why do you choose now to give it away?
Granddaughter, not for the weak or fainthearted
Is the path of the warrior maid
You've passed all my tests
Now ride forth with my blessing
Go now and be unafraid
Ride now and be unafraid