But wind comes up from theshore:
The towers old cook that must climb and clamber
There in the tomb stand the dead upright,
The Black Tower
Or whisper that a mans a fool
But hes a lying hound:
Who, when his own right kings forgotten,
Swears that he hears the kings great horn.
When we hale men lie stretched in slumber
There in the tomb drops the faint moonlight,
Their money spent, their wine gone sour,
They shake when the winds roar,
Those banners come not in.
Why do you dread us so?
Those banners come to bribe or threaten,
Catching small birds in the dew of the morn
They shake when the winds roar,
SAY that the men of the old black tower,
They shake when the winds roar,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
But wind comes up from the shore:
But winds come up from the shore:
If he died long ago
Cares what king sets up his rule.
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
That all are oath-bound men:
Stand we on guard oath-bound!
Lack nothing that a soldier needs,
Old bones upon the mountain shake.
There in the tomb the dark grows blacker,
Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds,
