This is the second song I ever finished writing. I was 16, new to the Society for Creative Anachronism, and too young yet to put on armor, so I wrote about warrior queens instead.
lyrics
When she was a lass of five years old,
With her eyes so bright and her smile so bold,
She stood at the edge of the battleground.
With her eyes so bright and her smile so bold,
And a sudden grin as a dream took hold,
And she said, "Someday I'm going to be like them."
When she was a lass of five years old.
And a fire burned so bright that day,
And she said she would fight ‘til she got her way,
As a warrior maid, as in days of old,
With her eyes so bright and her smile so bold.
When she was a lass of five and ten,
With her heart as wild as the rolling wind,
She wept beside the battleground.
With her heart as wild as the rolling wind,
She sighed and stared and sighed again,
For she thought that she could never be like them.
When she was a lass of five and ten.
But a fire burned so bright that day,
And it dried her tears, and it made her stay,
And it told her someday she was going to win
With her heart as wild as the rolling wind.
When she was a woman eighteen years old,
With her eyes so proud and her heart so bold,
When first she fell on the battleground
With her eyes so proud and her heart so bold,
And her face so stern as the pain took hold,
She held her head up high, a warrior true.
When she was a woman eighteen years old.
For a fire burned so bright that day,
And she swore it would never die away
And she saw her destiny unfold,
With her eyes so proud and her heart so bold.
When she was a warrior strong and grown,
With a blade that flashed and a helm that shone,
She stood alone on the battleground.
With a blade that flashed and a helm that shone
And the voice of a queen in her powerful tone,
For she knew at last that she had won the day.
When she was a warrior strong and grown.
For a fire burned so bright that day,
And a spirit blazed that could not fade
And she placed herself upon the throne
With a blade that flashed and a helm that shone.
And there was a lass of five years old,
With her eyes so bright and her smile so bold,
As she watched from the edge of the battleground.
With her eyes so bright and her smile so bold,
And a sudden grin as the dream took hold,
And she said, "Someday I'm going to be like her."
When she was a lass of five years old...
I could listen to Lauren sing forever. Her writing is vivid and sensitive, sweetly and painfully human--never apologizing for sharp corners and rough edges. The beauty of her spirit shines through. Summer Russell
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