In a cabin old on a cold dark night an elder sits by a candle light on the tabletop a parchment lay and an old mind casts back ... to a long ago day
Two are seated side by side on a winters night near a bright fireside speaking low through the night they bide
They spoke of things of large of small spoke of things, of no import at all one began withs querys soft and low answer me my friend yes or no
If your heart doth break would you come to me? If mine were in want .. could you let them be? If thirst you felt would you drink from my well? If gold was the need would your goods you'd sell?
From the fireside came this return as the two in the night watched the firewood burn
Most beloved this I say to thee listen well.. to my words take heed
If all I had was food for one share I would with your daughter and son And if I found myself without hope I know that you would share with me your cloak I know if fire I had none...to your hearth I would willingly come
You and I know this is true as rain through good or ill true friends we remain What is mine is yours till the end of time Heed what I say and with these words bind
Hearts first one now forever are two love gladly accepted ... given not due
So on a winters night so dark and cold under candlelight sits a friend grown old an elder now no hand to hold and the quill still shakes her tale all told
Now she smiles at last and is no longer cold hurrying now a Sisters hand to hold and so ends my tale of friendship true a story known by very few