Songs by Members

Work of the Weyr Folk

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If it wasn't for the Weyr folk, what would you do?
The flight of the gold, green, bronze, brown, and blue.
They sear the thread so it don't sear you.
If it wasn't for the work of the Weyr folk.

The farmers work the land, they plow and they sow.
They plant the grain, they make the crops grow.
But a single thread burrow can kill it all you know.
If it wasn't for the work of the Weyr folk.

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The miners work the hills, they work below ground.
A tougher breed of men are nowhere to be found.
But in a fall they sit and wait, completely housebound.
Dependant on the work of the Weyr folk.

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The holders rule their lands, sometimes well, sometimes not.
From the largest of the holds to the tiniest little cot.
Though they curse the dragon men, call them a lazy lot,
They count on the work of the Weyr folk.

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The harpers sing their songs, they teach and they preach.
There is no place on Pern where you can escape their reach.
They don't fear the thread, you can hear it in their speech.
They rely on the work of the Weyr folk.

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© 1993 by Ellen Kranzer