Tell me a new story
But make sure it’s an old story
Give me the three thieves again,
Tell me again about the blade so bright,
Let the lady in white run her blood red fingers down the ash tree
Tell me the old story again
The copper pennies shining in the water
And Penthisilea singing on the walls
Tell me about the empty hat
The black rabbit and his red eyes
Tell me again the secret song
This time I will remember
Trip over riddles
and forge the sky blue shield again.
Put the crimson key in my hand
And let me wake in the bow of the ship with salt and air in my teeth.