Touch of Green and Gold - Battlelore

In the ancient woodland

Meet the oldest man

With a huge smile on his face

For joy and peace he stands

Boundaries of his green kingdom

Shall not be passed by the evil

Mastered with the might erstwhile

Meek is the stranger who crosses the line

Meet the maiden young and fair

Bearing beauty so rare

Even elves would praise her grace

Daughter of Bonfire Glade

Guards of birds, streams and herbs

Knock on their door disturbs

Blithe old gaffer and lovely maid

Share their hearty place

Iarwain Ben-adar

From the early days

Forgotten demigod

Or elder insane?

Pointy hat with feather

Bobbing around

Leather boots so huge

Coloured with yellow

Jolly tunes and rhymes

Sang out loud

The whole entity

Cheer and mellow

Touch of green, touch of gold

Theit honest emotion

Through your heart

Through your soul

Their purest devotion

Touch of green, touch of gold

Their dearest creation

Through your heart

Through your soul

Their greenest carnation