Carry Me Home

Vashnar Mountains white with snow,
stir memories from long ago,
of the home I left behind.
So I say a prayer to winter's wind.

Carry me home on my angel wings,
to where my long lost mother sings.
Carry me, carry me home.

Lake Muurn's waters, crystal clear.
I will forever hold them dear,
from the first I swam their deep.
So I say a prayer to the spring breeze.

Carry me home on my angel wings,
to where my long lost mother sings.
Carry me, carry me home.

An azure rose, the Vashnar Blu,
it smells of home, that much is true.
The home I needed to leave.
Now I say a prayer to summer's breeze.

Carry me home on my angel wings,
to where my long lost mother sings.
Carry me, carry me home.

Leaves in red, yellow and brown,
sweep through the centre of the town.
They put mother on my mind.
So I say a prayer to autumn's wind.

Carry me home on my angel wings,
to where my long lost mother sings.
Carry me, carry me home.

All year through, Cyrene reminds,
of home I had to leave behind.
Home I never will refind.
Though I will keep praying to the wind.

Carry me home on my angel wings,
to where my long lost mother sings.
Carry me, carry me home.


Penned by my hand on the 16th of Aeguary, in the year 443 AF.