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Griffin Rider

by Rebecca Glon

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Griffins in the World of Pahmoten are seen as the embodiment of nature's fury. They're the thrill seekers, with little concern for life or limb. Those called to be griffin riders must accept this and see it within themselves, too. One would hear this song around campfires at rider meets, or sung on the wing when needing to pass the time. The Fall, referenced in the chorus, is when a rider "chooses" their griffin by making a bond with it and jumping off the nearest height, where their new mount will catch them on the way down.

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I was but a little child when I first saw the sky.
After six years hard training, my home I realized:
But not some binding hovel of cedar, mud, or stone.
For I’m a griffin rider, and I call the sky my home.

chorus (after every verse)
I’ll fly when I am hungry, and it rains when I am dry,
My griffin’s ever-ready as days go by and by,
And if the Fall don’t kill me, the higher I must go,
For I’m a griffin rider, and I call the sky my home.

So many towns and villages will claim us with their gold
As escorts, scouts, or warriors; all titles we enfold.
Yet coin will never be the draw know any who have flown,
Know all the griffin riders who call the sky their home.

My griffin is my family, for whom I’d gladly die.
I raised it through the early years, all when it couldn’t fly,
And now I see it’s taught me how Fate is sealed and sewn,
For I’m a griffin rider, and I call the sky my home.

Each height a separate freedom as we come eye to eye.
Impossible to conquer, so I let out a cry
As we gain the heavens, whose mystery I condone,
For I’m a griffin rider, and I call the sky my home.

Swiftly darkening weather may call us up on high:
Lightning, snow, and twisters won’t make us question why
The fury wild within us can have no limits known,
Within the griffin riders, and who call the sky their home.

Nothing here can scare me, the least of all to die,
For spirits of the Fallen are with us when we fly.
They say, “The skies are silent” who think that flesh and bone
Make all the griffin riders who call the sky their home.

credits

released June 8, 2020
tune and partial lyrics from The River Driver, a traditional logging ballad
Vocals, most of the lyrics, and bodhrán by Rebecca Glon

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Rebecca Glon

Rebecca follows the traditions of the old days, with wandering performers who sought adventures to inspire their words, melodies, and offerings. Without a shred of formal or informal training, she continues to stretch her abilities through exposure to diversity and adversity, seeking out topics where others see useless prattle. ... more

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