Goldensongs

The First Goldensong

We sing a song of times of old

When the red sky screamed and few were bold

When the wolf with a golden heart lifted curses of war

When gathered was a pack of wolves, to stand forevermore

And when the red cleared, blue Dawn had come at last

There they were, our future, present, and past

The Goldensong is one to stand

To ring out forever across this land

May the golden morning’s light lead our way

When hard times we face, together we’ll stay