Fields of Black and Gold

Chorus 1

On the fields of black and gold far beneath the mountains high Where the air is biting cold 'neath the wild, white winter sky Where the fairest and the bold from the days that were thought gone Are on the fields of black and gold, on the fields of al-Barran

Verse 1

There in the hall the fire is burning There in the hall the people sing The feast is laid out and the night is turning Hearken to the sound of the Tynkers ...dancing To the beat of the doumbek drum As it echoes through the autumn night Ah, the people know where the music goes On the fields of black and gold

Chorus 2

On the fields of black and gold far beneath the mountains high Where the air is sharp and clean 'neath the warming springtime sky Where the fairest and the bold from the days that were thought gone Are on the fields of black and gold, on the fields of al-Barran

Verse 2

There from the west is the war-drum sounding Raised is the banner of our king Here on the fields no man is doubting Hearken to the sound of the shield wall... marching To the beat of the Baron's word His smile is bright and cold For the Baron knows where the war-drums go Are the spears of black and gold

Chorus 3

On the fields of black and gold far beneath the mountains high Where the air is dry and hot 'neath a copper summer sky Where the fairest and the bold from the days that were thought gone Are on the fields of black and gold, on the fields of al-Barran

Verse 3

There is the man all dressed in Crimson Strong of arm and keen of sight There is the man in black and silver Bathed in the glow of Martin's...holy light And the man of steel and blood Sing hail to the brotherhood Ah, the people know where the warriors go On the fields of black and gold

Chorus 4

On the fields of black and gold far beneath the mountains high Where the air is biting cold 'neath the wild, white, winter sky Where the fairest and the bold from the days that were thought gone Are on the fields of black and gold, on the fields of al-Barran

(Slowly)