ONE more second chance

ONE more silly dance

I shall grow up and my heart will turn

As cold as a stone

As hard as a rock

I’ll walk stiff and talk grave and only sleep in the nighttime

But till that time…

Dance, sprite, dance!

Dance by the light of the moon!

You’ve got to dance till the sun comes up

For tomorrow will come too soon

Howl, wolves, howl!

Yell to the wind in the trees

You have to make your voices heard

Above the roaring din of the breeze

We left our home a lifetime ago and we are wandering still

We don’t know where we’re going or what’s behind that hill

But Wizards were built to wander and I never want to stop

So dance! Snowcats, dance! Make your old bones hop!

We cannot stop our dancing for this nighttime is too cold

If we keep up this whirling, we never may grow old

So jiggle your antennae, sprites! Wolves move your frosty bones!

If we cease the capering, our hearts will turn to stones!

And then Xar made his flute play that old favorite, “Once We Wizards, Wandering Free.” And Caliburn sang “We’re the best! We’re the best! We’re just the most marvelous, magnificent best!” but it made him cry to sing it without Perdita, so they moved on to Crusher’s song.

Let me lead a GIANT’S life

NO LITTLE steps, no holding back!

A GIANT way, a GIANT’S track!

We will leave them dancing, because that is always a good place to leave people. And as they danced, putting on their biggest, loudest GIANT voices, Crusher himself was wandering down in the valley, talking to the ruins of the trees in the forest that Sychorax had burned.

“Fear not, dear trees, you shall rise again. I see you in my mind’s eye, taller than I am… stretching up your limbs to the watching moon… carrying the dreams of birds and the hopes of the world in your bright and spreading branches…

“You will grow again, dear trees, that I promise.

“For tomorrow is another day…”