It's not very good, but here we go..



Master of the mountain.


Mountain cold, gray, wise and old.
The trees and land unfold.
As he runs from hill to dell,
He calls for the lady of the well.
"Mirth Argath! Come, If you will."
She walks up out of waters clear.
And joins him traveling here to here.
"Ammerian Maniah!" She calls and dances near.

An elk bounds from behind a thing.
To see the noble mountain king.
His sister laughs and pets the dear,
With a hand of water bluish clear.

The king calls to the elk,
"Mister elk, how do you fare?"
"Well indeed! I haven’t a care."
He called and then he left there.


And so the king,
In a deep voice began to sing,
"River clear and mountain tall,
Walk along late in fall.
Dancing, laughing, and in good cheer.
Soon they came to days end,
And they parted at the bend."

It was indeed the end of day.
They part and go their separate way.
To meet again another day.

Thanks! Uh, 15/20 minuets.