Rise (Irreverent Bakers mix)
Channel: ShavaSue
Date: 2009-12-08

One of the best filks evah!! Heregyth Ketilsdottir indulges me by performing her filk of Master Hector of the Black Height's iconic, patriotic song of Ealdormere, "Rise". Done at the bardic circle after a wedding recently in the Barony of Jararvellir. Recorded on December 5, 2009 using a Flip Video camcorder. By Heregyth Ketilsdottir w/great indebtedness to Master Hector of the Black Height.

Lyrics: 
The northern wheatfield was your birthplace
Where the wind blows free
The harvest ground into a flour came to the bakery
I will mix a dough and knead you
Then a feast shall come to be
On the baking bricks, a golden loaf shall rise

Chorus:
Rise, rise, O rise!
With the oven's heat to warm you
And a bread pan as your guide
With the grain's strength in your gluten
And the yeast bubbles inside
You'll be supper in my future
And I'll butter you with pride
You'll be grand
You'll be crusty
You shall rise

A crusty bread sustains the people
In the glade and glen
The crystal waters mixed with yeast and salt and flour and then
You will hunger for your destiny
A bread dough's last amen
But before you greet the oven, you shall rise

Chorus

For many years, I've been a baker
Mixed a ton of dough
I have the knowledge in my hands to knead and punch and throw
You're a lump of clay that's ready
For my art to strike its blow
But it's up to you to know how high to rise

Chorus

Now hear the words of northern folk
In hall and keep and field
You are the feast hall's pleasure
You're the crust our hands will wield
You're the lifeblood, you're the staple 
Of our diet in Northshield
While my baking oven stands, the bread shall rise

Chorus
Chorus again in overdramatized slow tempo