Seven Long Suns

No longer time for us

To revel in what we make

Leave now Godspeed and ride

Seven long suns, I wait

Clever and bright is she

And worthy of more than I

Seven long suns will pass

I'm hers and she is mine

I carry a flaming sword

I weave the fire on the field

Where are you, where are you, my dear?

How long until you're here?

Only that I could see

Beneath distant clouds she rides

As quickly as any have dared

And truer than all I find

The winter may see her return

Should autumn bring nothing at all

Surely the spring bears good news

Where are you, where are you, now?

Where are you, where are you, now?

For seven long suns, I wait