Wolf Who Wields a Sword
Wing, Wood, Wolf and Sword

Words and Music: Conn MacNeill
Music transcribed by by Sra. Olivia de Cabezón
Performance suggestion: Sir Conn performs this song with bodhran accompaniment, which pauses where indicated in the chorus.

Verse 1
I sing of a battle most wondrous strange,
Where the forces of nature in conflict rage.
Where winged warriors bravely stood
To meet an army of leaf and wood.

And the fowl of the air give battle,
And the verdant wood makes war.
And the lilies in the meadow listen: (pause)
For the Wolf who wields a sword.

Verse 2
In a high green meadow where lilies grow,
The warring host traded mighty blows.
And magic powers of earth and sky
Invoked by their banners were mightily piled.

And the fowl of the air give battle,
And the verdant wood makes war.
And the lilies in the meadow listen: (pause)
For the Wolf who wields a sword.

Verse 3
The champions of the forest realm
Met those of the sky who bravely fell,
For when battling midst the meadow’s turf,
The magic that’s strongest is that of the earth.

And the fowl of the air give battle,
And the verdant wood makes war.
And the lilies in the meadow listen: (pause)
For the Wolf who wields a sword.

Verse 4
When woodland warriors’ minds were pierced
With vantage of magic grew suddenly fierce.
And charging forth broke the winged ranks
Who fled to refuge at river’s bank.

Verse 5
Atop the bridge stood the archers winged,
And sore the woodlanders felt the sting.
For atop a bridge high above the ground,
The magic of heaven is proved more sound.

And the fowl of the air give battle,
And the verdant wood makes war.
And the lilies in the meadow listen: (pause)
For the Wolf who wields a sword.

Verse 6
The woodland warriors the span then fled
And sought the safety of wooded glen.
The earthen magi that served to fore
Forsook them now and it served them no more.

And the fowl of the air give battle,
And the verdant wood makes war.
And the lilies in the meadow listen: (pause)
For the Wolf who wields a sword.

Verse 7
A Wolf befriended of forest race
Did pledge his allegiance and promise his aid.
Spoke he, “I am not one of your throng.
If I hold the banner the magic is strong.”

And the fowl of the air give battle,
And the verdant wood makes war.
And the lilies in the meadow listen: (pause)
For the Wolf who wields a sword.

Verse 8
The woodland archers then challenged foes
Who, fearing no magic, then brandished their bows.
But great was the death spell on arrows that flew;
They were fletched with the feathers of winged ones they slew.

And the fowl of the air give battle,
And the verdant wood makes war.
And the lilies in the meadow listen: (pause)
For the Wolf who wields a sword.

Verse 9
When they’d seen their archers so cruelly slain,
Those of the sky could no longer refrain.
And fearing no magic they took to the wood - -
‘Neath their banner atop of a hillock they stood.

And the fowl of the air give battle,
And the verdant wood makes war.
And the lilies in the meadow listen: (pause)
For the Wolf who wields a sword.

Verse 10
The Wolf, now knighted by King that day,
Led bravely the charge with banner and blade.
He captured their banner and held both aloft - -
Behold, they’re one banner and it bears a Cross.

And the fowl of the air give battle,
And the verdant wood makes war.
And the lilies in the meadow listen: (pause)
For the Wolf who wields a sword.

Verse 11
I sing of a battle but fought this year - -
The War of the Lilies in Calontir.
The favors of Laurels and Pelicans worn,
Sir Chrystopher Kensor the Wolf with the sword.

(Final Chorus)
And the Pelicans give battle,
And the Laurels they make war.
And the sunlight in the meadow glistens,
From the blade of Sir Chrystopher’s sword.
From the blade of Sir Chrystopher’s sword.

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