Music Won't Win Wars

©Eleanor Fairchild (Truly Carmichael)



Oh my lover was a minstrel
In days and days gone by
And he sang for Ansteorra
In a proud clear voice, and I
Tried to harmonize his melodies
And play with crystal tone.
Aye, but that was many a year ago
And now I play alone.

Oh I remember peacetime 
When laughter rang out free.
I remember when the battle came
And took my love from me.
And answering my tearful face
My truelove hung his head
He took me in his minstrel's arms
And this is what he said:

Oh my Music won't win wars my love, 
My songs won't slay a king.
The ballads the you long to hear
And from the rafters ring.
Will not save Ansteorra love;
We perish in our song.
So Ill slip away before the day
And pray that I am wrong.

When the battle finally ended 
The invaders all had fled.
Not one soldier came to tell me
That my faithful love was dead.
All they told me was a loud clear voice
I know that it was he,
Singing “Fight for Ansteorra lads!”
“We die to make her free!”

Oh my Music won't win wars my love, 
My songs won't slay a king.
The ballads the you long to hear
And from the rafters ring.
Will not save Ansteorra love;
We perish in our song.
So I'll slip away before the day
And pray that I am wrong.

Oh inside my mind I smile my love
Although I sing alone.
For the honor and the courage
That all men of fighting own
Was increased by seven thousand times
With every tuneful strain
Of your “Fight for Ansteorra, lads!”
“We die to ease her pain!”

Oh your Music won the war my love, 
Your song has slain a king.
The battle song we long to hear
From town to town now they sing.
You've rescued Ansteorra love
With what you knew the best.
So until my day, I'll sing and play
Till at your side I rest.


Eleanor's note: This was the first song I ever wrote for the SCA.