R. Morgan Slade - Fearne's Lament (A Critical Role Inspired Folk Song)

Would you believe that your necklace got caught in my hair
But to think it were stolen love, I wouldn't dare
To imply that it's something I'd like to borrow
Although

Since you're not using it surely it would be alright
Let's be honest no harm in it gone for the night
Or a day or a week or a month or a year
Oh dear

Look at me rambling you must think I'm insincere
Well that's rude of you frankly since I'm such a dear
I'm embarrassed there's nothing you'd say I'd forgive
A gift, oh

Thank you so much oh how generous you are too kind
What a selfless spontaneous unplanned design
I will cherish this always no merchant could touch
How much?

Listen this heirloom is priceless how dare we discuss
That no less than a fortune would cure my disgust
That you'd even insinuate I'll do the trade
An get paid

Would you believe that your necklace was stolen by thieves
I was sleeping so soundly I ne'er heard a peep
I was lucky they spared me 'cause I could've died
No lie

There was a fire the smoke billowed two stories high
I escaped with my life but your necklace I tried
To go back but by then all the flames were too much
Don't you trust me

Where did this happen? A desolate village nearby
I'll show you on the map - goodness look at the time
Can't be late for my something well I've got to go
You know

Would you perhaps have a horse and a carriage to spare
I've a long road ahead and not one thing to wear
My provisions are low and I cannot be late
How quaint

Not my first choices but I suppose they'll have to do
I'll return them unharmed in a fortnight or two
You're my savior, your praises I'll sell far and wide
Now goodbye

Written by:
R. Morgan Slade

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