Against The Wind

Bob Catley

Old friends never clandestine 
Bold destinies, hearts entwined 
One voice that was lost in time 
Walking tall against the wind 

First wave of a turning tide 
One bastion, truth and pride 
Strikes out for the last in line 
As we claw against the wind 

Go, valiant talon kind 
In your heart the fearless goal 
Old and young enough to die 
We must hide the precious gift 
From hands the light betrayed 
Go 
For we must return it to 
The fire from whence it came 

Nine came from forsaken lands 
Cloaked travellers, halfling band 
Free souls with the truth in hand 
Try to forge against the wind 

We shadows of moria 
Shaped light from lothlorien 
Take flight, gentle warriors 
As we soar against the wind 

Go, valiant talon kind 
In your heart the fearless goal 
Old and young enough to die 
We must hide the precious gift 
From hands the light betrayed 
Go 
For we must return it to 
The fire from whence it came