The Guild Fanucci

In these days of new crusades, perhaps a song about the old ones is appropriate…

Where
© 2005 George Reed

Tell me Where? Where is my son?
Wherever has he gone? Whatever have you done?
I raised him from a boy into a man, you see.
Now his no more, but a fading memory.

For ten and seven summers he ran and laughed and learned,
Growing with each moment and as the seasons turned.
With each skill he mastered, he attacked another one.
For him the joy was learning. He had only just begun.

I taught him how to ride, and how to hold a shield.
I gave him father’s sword, which he learned to wield.
In armor bright and strong—he looked so brave and tall.
When his lord said to come, he had to heed the call.

Tell me Where? Where is my son?
Wherever has he gone? Whatever have you done?
I raised him from a boy into a man, you see.
Now his no more, but a fading memory.

Our lord rode away with an army at his side.
He took a thousand warriors and left a thousand brides.
He left a land alone without a lord to reign.
When his crusade is done will it have been in vain?

When the Lord returned, we felt the gloom inside,
And saw the empty horses and heard the weeping brides.
Now we have no sons to pass along the day.
We only have a king who will not go away.

Tell me Where? Where is my son?
Wherever has he gone? Whatever have you done?
I raised him from a boy into a man, you see.
Now his no more, but a fading memory.