Part one
Daline Dawdled in the Dingle
Just because the nighttime was
sad for any elf man single
Oh oddly did the water twinkle
twinkle in the drowsy dingle,
And every single little tingle
That ran through the Minstrel's fingertips
Was as graceful as a swan
when into the creek it's beak it dips
Daline was a fickle fellow
with rosy cheeks
and Blue Stormy eyes mellow
and a wafty bushy head of hair bright yellow
like golden leaf from the frozen heath
like the tangent truly from the twines of a gallow.
Though little and brittle was
The minstrel Daline's fiddle
and though long did his days
whittle, whittle away
The love in the heart of his did shine
Did shine, like the evening star it hid
But for every day it cleansed his sorrow
the borrowed sorrow of tomorrow
who's icy lips could well eclipse
His only hope with romance and merriness to
elope.
part two
Despairing distant dorsal Calling Idles
Daline sang for autumnal time Guiles
Daring darkly into deep dream places
Daline knew many many fair faces
Many little lady laces
Many different beauties of Elven Races
But none down along his fingers would follow
Down the breast of these little singing lady swallows.
Scrawny tawny little Daline Lori,
Singing of Ellen Sila
And Morning Bawn Loria
You may see him crying
You may see him weaving
You may see him daunting
his chances with El'noria!
But how does fate turn for yah?
Daline singing on his knees
To pretty witty elf-princess star maiden
El'noria?
Upon his knee a lyre
And in his heart a fire
and in his eyes desire
While she Chattered, giggled, loitered
Dancing and prancing away the sunny elven day with him
It was because of that morning in the Forest of Fana
a starling darling wassailing Daline who himself
Was Believing in in himself.
Daline was a sweethearted elf
With sweathearted tunes
Sweet long rewarded tunes
He had sung them on long nights to himself
While sitting alone on the Fala' Fana Moonbeam Shelf.
Part three
The Dawning timber tickling lane
of trees were well around Daline again
when upon the maiden fair and laden
in silken cloths his blue eyes fell
If upon her body and with thoughts of the naughty
Daline felt well, like a glimmering shimmering clamoring
wedding bell
Her feet fell soft upon the land
very much like silk songs and sand
and all they really wished to do
was to find love again as true as when
last calls one night did drop
drop right down falling from the tall short mountaintop
But Daline's pain was far inside
like a clashing clueless star in sunshine
Unseen and weak,
under pressure he felt
meek
But then his blue eyes
twinkled a long tale's twine,
his courage exploded and grew like springtime grape vines
Very merry fallings on his mind
And then he sang, like a goddess doth lift him up
with the eyes of the princess long upon him.
Her love knew no bounds
But she knew no name
His love he had found
But he feared the game
And when she walked towards-him
with a nimble long limbed
stride- oh did he feel so warm inside
And he sang so strongly.
He had no pittance
No remorse to play
He had no reason
To escape TODAY
But like the tawny sunset and said stooping shadows
They exchanged no words
But they danced like birds
with their hearts on fire
part four
The night reeled overhead,
And they lay upon the riverbed,
With the taste of the midnight wine
They could only imagine why it felt fine
Oh a pauper with his queen
Felt like a king wearing cloudy sheen
on a throne but not alone
And he reached up a slender hand and tried to own
That nighttime blanket, rich a fair,
but he found that oh instead
He ran his hand longingly through her hair.
Like a broken heart at night
She turned away in sudden fright
The starling Daline stared in Beguiling Stormy blue eyes.
She turned to him
upon a whim
A weary taint buried in her eyes
He was an Elf of words, He was an elf of wisdom.
Dragging his hand long across the sky, the blanket of night in
his fingertips
found it's way upon her lips.
Her golden skin
in twilight fought to win
the twilight's final sin
When she sadly saw the minstrel touch her lips with feeling
She felt the force with which she was dealing.
His touch, his eyes
In her heart there was nothing but din, and then peace
and then a pyre of fire not to follow in.
Her pale eyes followed his golden hair, down to his chin
Her heart, he'd won
heart kiss he'd win.
The marrow in the barrow
in the pit of his bone
Left him hanging all alone.
He shook and took what then he mistook
Her fear, here, so near, like the demons of darkness
his brown down beating.
But in the pale moon light, a single tear
Did he save her soul?
Did his sleeves long uproll, into silk in a castle which he made for her in dreams?
Did he take her close like this eternally?
Oh above their heads, the white trees waved
Oh above their heads The clouds Screamed silently
Oh in above their heads they sunk, beneath and then above all that was grave.
Oh above their heads, the starlight sang violently
Starling, Darling, Daline, Farthing, Willow leaf and Lyre string
see those were just some simple things.
Unlike the moon and the trees and the river long upon it's own course and stream.
Unlike the twinkling stars and spotted fate
Unlike the wine which flowed and all around was merry, and old.
Unlike but a kin, to the kiss they shared
Flora, fawna, sila, and loria
All stood still
The moon mice bounced and the river trout trickled, and the midnight silk fell far and long.
They kissed, and Daline sang to me in a dream once.
And wrote this song.
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