Swords Unsheathed
by Lady Annys Bradwardyn
Filked From ďAutumn LeavesĒ By Eva Cassidy

Swords unsheathed Go by my tent door
Swords unsheathed 
Of silver and of gold
I see your shields 
Worn and battered
Your blood red bows 
Held hard in nimble hands

Since I went away The winters are long
Though now I hear 
My lionís gatesí war song
Cause Iíll miss you 
Most of all, my darlings
When Montengarde makes you fall
Yes Iíll miss you 
Most of all, most of all my darlings
When Montengarde makes you fall