On a cold winter night with the moon ablaze We where gathered around the fireplace Silent we sat with our foaming ales Respectfully waiting for the old man's tale With a final draw on his ivory pipe The old man raised his voice and began As his voice raised and sank in the strangest rhyme We drifted away to worlds of ancient times By his words we where able to see through his eyes Into places beyond where dragons still flies Forgotten realms, mysterious lands When childhood dreams are close at hand With mythical beasts and lustrous elves Those magical worlds reveal themselves And when the story ended we felt hollow yet glad The return to the grey reality made us all a bit sad But I could see the faith in everyone's eyes That somewhere, there are worlds where dragons fly And this strange night in late December Will stay in my mind, and I'll remember Forgotten realms, mysterious lands When childhood dreams are close at hand With mythical beasts and lustrous elves Those magical worlds reveal themselves