The Contest Lyrics

Far away, in this small lost land, lived a singer, young and reckless

Envy rose within his bosom, envy of the famous, sweeter singer

I will go and face the minstrel, by my songs I shall transform him

His feet shall be a flintstone, his heart a strong burden

his hand a gantlet, his brow a stony white sword

Third day, upon the highway, he met the minstrel, silent and driving

Young and fiery, he dashed her down upon the minstrel, shouting

He that higher stands in wisdom, he that is the sweeter singer, he alone shall keep, shall keep the highway

The old minstrel said, never were you present when the earth was created

when we hollowed out the caverns, when the moon was placed in orbit

when the skies with stars was sprinkled

Angry then, grew the old singer, self-composed he began his song

Rocks and oceans heard and tumbled, sings the boy deep down in mud and water

The boy cries, please turn away your magic, I will pay your golden ransom

A magic bow, a magic stallion, silver and gold, I will give to you my little sister

Bride to you forever, bride to you for pleasure, sweep the rooms, rid in your cottage

bake for you the honey biscuit, for you the honey biscuit