I think this is going to be a tenor solo, except for the first two verses which will maybe be alto/soprano duet? There will probably be an instrumental bridge separating them from the rest of the song as well. I think 'cello, trumpet, oboe, piano so far?
Dyma Dal Iesin
Fair Elffin, cease your lament!
....Though I am weak and small,
On the wave crest of the the surging sea,
I shall be better for you
Than three hundred shares of salmon.
Elffin of noble generosity,
Do not sorrow at your catch.
Though I am weak on the floor of my basket,
There are wonders on my tongue....''
I was fed on words, words, words
But also on love
And I love your long shadows and gunpowder eyes
Grey-with-an-a and grey-with-an-e
I have been slave and hare, fish and bird
And all too beautiful to kill
But I would kill for the taste of your hair
I would die for the look in your eyes
If I lived a thousand years from now, I'd
Bury my love in seven inches of echo
I would happily end all the tales there are
If only to see your face aglow
Come sing with me, and be my love
And we will some purpose, some pleasure, prove
There's nothing but trouble outside my head
Nothing but miracles within
I once dreamt I had you
Thus I have you!
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
All our joys are but fantastical!
....Though I am weak and small,
On the wave crest of the the surging sea,
I shall be better for you
Than three hundred shares of salmon.
Elffin of noble generosity,
Do not sorrow at your catch.
Though I am weak on the floor of my basket,
There are wonders on my tongue....''
I was fed on words, words, words
But also on love
And I love your long shadows and gunpowder eyes
Grey-with-an-a and grey-with-an-e
I have been slave and hare, fish and bird
And all too beautiful to kill
But I would kill for the taste of your hair
I would die for the look in your eyes
If I lived a thousand years from now, I'd
Bury my love in seven inches of echo
I would happily end all the tales there are
If only to see your face aglow
Come sing with me, and be my love
And we will some purpose, some pleasure, prove
There's nothing but trouble outside my head
Nothing but miracles within
I once dreamt I had you
Thus I have you!
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
All our joys are but fantastical!
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