A simple, age-old song that the villagers recall fondly each spring in the countryside of the Westemnet.
Winter fled on icy breath
Over mountains, rushing north
In its wake a green world bloomed
Leaf and petal springing forth
Snows became the rivers' voice
Down through valleys, into plains
Foals danced light on springing legs
Music fell in whispered rains
Wind-washed sky blew long-swept clouds
Horse and rider painted white
Ancient spirits thundered on
Through the day and into night
Hooves below and hooves above
Told the tales of Eorl's land
Rolling years and life renewed
Ever may his children stand
