Wilderun - The Dying Californian

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Lay up nearer, brother, nearer

For my limbs are growing old

And thy presence seemeth nearer

When thine arms around me fold



I am dying, brother, dying

Soon you'll miss me in your berth

For my form will soon be lying

'Neath the oceans briny surf



Tell my father when you see him

That in death I prayed for him

Prayed that I might only meet him

In a world that's free of sin



Tell my mother, God assist her

Now that she is growing old

That her child would glad have kissed her

When his lips grew pale and cold



Will you gain what I've lost?

On this broken journey of trust

Carry my soul back home



Paint me the land of our childhood

Tell me of love in their hearts

Show me the strength of our fathers

As you linger while I depart



And if death does not shine behind the white clouds

Harness my one final breath

Let it sweep cross the plains of their memories

And give wind to their sails as they venture into the dark



Can you grasp it my loyal brother?

Oh please help me. I can't find the way














Will the wind whisper of glory's road?

Or will the skies shiver as this tales tragedy unfolds?



As the seas fall away, I hear

A child's voice led astray



Father, the legends you passed down to me

They have not saved me the fate I've met

I've gathered your spark for their eyes to see

Can they light the candles we've left?



Sillhouette stained in their minds

Cursed figure leaves them blind



Let go of this pain

She will still remain

Hear them speak your name



Listen brother, catch each whisper

Tis my wife I speak of now

Tell oh tell her how I missed her

When the fever burned my brow



Tell her she must kiss my children

Like the kiss I last impressed

Hold them as when last I held them

Held them closely to my brest



Drown my pride with the blood I've given

My selfish fear has despairful, tired eyes

If you catch them the flames forbidden

I can let the haunting storm subside



Through the beckoning, frozon horizon

A golden beam casts its life 'cross the earth



It was for them I crossed the ocean

What my hopes were I will not tell

But they gained an orphan's portion

Yet he doeth all things well



Tell them I have reached the haven

Where I sought the precious dust

And I gained a port called Heaven

Where the gold will never rust




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