A song for book 1 of the Doors of Destiny series, Cobalt - the Blue Door.
acoustic
folk
ballad
Story behind the song
Sung by a Ranger and his pet myna Jester in another dimension. It's a song about Pride, and the need to see our own end. Not to get depressed, really, but to consider the future, and then search for the truth. For from dust we have come, and to dust we shall return, and our hope lies in our Maker, not in our own strength.
Lyrics
The mountain stood silent for eons untold
While the riches within him were gathered and sold
Till one day his mines were all empty and spent
And the miners all packed up their tents, their tents,
The miners all packed up their tents.
And the mountain, he rumbled, too deep to be heard
But the redwood beside him caught every last word
As the ancient old titan, he bowed his great head
And from caverns within him, he said
The wind and the rain, they have weathered my crown
And year after year they are wearing me down
And I watch as the centuries haul me away
Till I end up just sand in the bay, in the bay
Till I end up just sand in the bay.
Time wears us away till we turn into dust
Worn out and used up and covered with rust
But Ill be content with what Im meant to be
Till Im washed by the rain to the sea, to the sea,
For we all end up sand by the sea.
But the redwood, she shivered, and tossed her great head
Ill stand here forever, and grow greater instead
Ill never quit growing till Im taller than you
And play games of tag with the moon, the moon
For Ill play games of tag with the moon
For Im mighty, majestic, and tall as the sky
And theres nothing around that is greater than I
And the moon, though hes smaller,
swings by through the air
So Ill reach up and play with him there, with him there
Ill reach up and play with him there.
But the woodcutters came and they cut down the tree
And on her great branches, she rolled to the sea
She became a great ship, for many a year
But if you listened to her, then youd hear:
Time wears us away till we turn into dust
Worn out and used up and covered with rust
But Ill be content with what Im meant to be
Till Im washed by the rain to the sea, to the sea,
For we all end up sand by the sea.
