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