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Collected songs by musicians of Rebia  

The Floral Merchant

by Ebica
Picked, cleaned, pruned
Put into its proper spot
Petals shone so fragrant
Stamen standing strong
A flower from Ghrondrata
Its yours for just a copper
And is sure to last you long

Picked, cleaned, groomed
Put into his proper slot
Metals shone so polished
Standing brave and strong
A soldier from Ghrondrata
To D'elryndedill he marches
Barely buried in the ground

And so I
Pick a flower from the shop
Petals shone so fragrant
Stamen standing strong
A flower from Ghrondrata
His life worth more than coppers
So we honor him in song
 

She is nigh

by Pancevolt
Yen is done, gone for Maan,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, She is nigh.

Fading light, dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar, drawing nigh, falls the night.

Thanks and praise, for our days,
'Neath the sun, 'neath the stars, neath the sky;
As we go, this we know, She is nigh.

Yen has set, shadows come,
Time has fled, Scouts must go to their beds
Always true to the promise that they made.

While the light fades from sight,
And the stars gleaming rays softly send,
To thy hands we our souls, Maan, commend.

Caldraria

by Rinouura Twice
In the land of Caldraria
There's a Kindle maid and a man
She swore by the stars up above her
That he was the one to love her
But there came another one day
Stole his Kindle maiden away.
Kindle man is lonely and blue
In his dreams he's calling to her.

In Caldraria,
There's a Caravan
By The fair oasis waiting for you and for you only;
Cross the desert sand we will find a temple;
There will be a bridal day for you my idol In Caldraria.

All the wealth of Caldraria
Cannot ease the heart of this man
Tho' the stars with splendor are shining
Kindle's heart can't stop it's pining
Though he's trying hard to forget
He has hopes and dreams of her yet.
Thinking that she'll come back some say
To his idol he keeps praying.

In Caldraria,
There's a Caravan
By The fair oasis waiting for you and for you only;
Cross the desert sand we will find a temple;
There will be a bridal day for you my idol In Caldraria.
 

Cover image: by Sabina Lind-Åkerblom