By Lady Fiona of the Harp
On the way to crown that day Willows hung over the stream Cherry trees white and apple trees bright Upon the water did gleam
The ground was brown in the fields fresh plowed Tiny leaves spouting green The time has come: a new prince for Northshield In the spring fresh and clean
Summers are short in Northshield Cold comes too early in fall But while days are warm and through autumn storms We'll stand as one strong and tall
With Hroder to lead our army to war His heart as big as Northshield His red cloak with go down in history and lore His honor and strength revealed
With needlework fine Giulia stitches our future And our past together for all Her grace and beauty our rebirth shall nurture As we become a new kingdom in fall.
© 2004 Rita Nauman