Voyage of Thrones

(ahhhh) The towers stand where the old roads meet They hold the gates,

they name the price Each ship that comes must kneel and wait

And pay in gold to cross the night

So we built no road,

we built a voice One clear song that every port can hear

Let every harbour sing it home

With hands that know their own shore best

Carry

the light across the dark

One clear song for every shore

When the far lamp answers back

The flame is theirs to hold

Some roads are wide and paved in stone For kingdoms with a

hundred doors But a small green pilot takes the glass And flies

where the wide roads won't go

And if the night runs long and cold And the warning comes

too late to save We let it fall,

we let it fade A late alarm points the wrong way

Carry

the light across the dark

One clear song for

every shore

When the far lamp answers back

The

flame is theirs to hold

You don't have to carry every load to the far door.

Speak clearly,

and lean on the hands on the other shore.

Your promise

ends where their lamp is lit.

That isn't less care.

It's knowing where your care belongs.

Carry

the light across the dark

Red of the ember,

green of the leaf

One small ship between the towers Flying true and flying free

When the far lamp answers back The flame is theirs to

hold The flame

is theirs to

hold