From the cold stone slowly warming under my hand I looked up to the old trees And they told me That you've found a name you liked And that lives on In a great story that humans still tell A hero's tale about a fate to fulfill A beautiful tale They told me, how you've smiled when you held your first child And married your beautiful wife They told me you were loved and that you loved the world back Sunlight seemed to like you, Springtimebirds followed you everywhere That the light of your eyes didn't break when your hair greyed And your arm's strength did fall apart That you were still writing songs, sitting here under the trees Playing for them They told me, your voice was full of a memory forgotten by your head That maybe my name didn't live on in this tale But that you needed me to write this beautiful tale This beautiful tale