LT 56 Forevermore (A Lullaby) 
                                  Bronwyn the Mischievous 

Oh I wish, how I wish, I could live forever more,
But Alas, I am mortal and one day must go,
Still I wish, how I wish, I could live forever more.

And if a wish, is but a dream, that has no end,
Then I, shall live forever, in the dreams, of the children,
That are my kin.

Oh I wish, how I wish, I could love forever more,
But Alas, I am mortal and love it soon fades,
Still I wish, how I wish, I could love forever more.

And if a wish, is but a dream, that has no end,
Then I, shall love forever, in the hearts, of the children,
That are my kin.

Oh I wish, how I wish, I could laugh forever more,
But Alas, I am mortal and tears they must fall,
Still I wish, how I wish, I could laugh forever more.

And if a wish, is but a dream, that has no end,
Then I, shall laugh forever, in the eyes, of the children,
That are my kin.

Oh I've wished, How I've wished, I could live forever,
And although, I am mortal my dream shall live on,
In the child softly sleeping, within my arms 

Notes from Bronwyn:
This lullaby was inspired by none other than his Grace Duke Roric. One Clear cold December night partway through the Christmas gathering at the Duke's house, a debate about the pros and cons of mortality verses immortality came up. We never really saw eye to eye - and quickly agreed to disagree, and went our separate ways. A month or so later while driving home from tavern the song popped into my head, and I couldn't sleep until I had composed most of my song (Editor's note: That's your muse Bronwyn - mine drives me nuts just like that too - K). However, I didn't perform it because I did not feel it was complete. It wasn't until a couple of years when their Grace's son was born that I could compose the last verse. I realized then that it was to be a lullaby and the softness and sweetness of the song made sense. So Although we cannot live forever in the physical form, everything that we do is reflected in our children, who we have influenced in someway while we live.
In the mean time Lady Morgan the generous, one of the few who had heard it performed, had been singing it to her children almost every night on command. I guess the bard is always the last to know.