The Cats of Shining Silverpelt

This is a song, put to a old Celtic tune called ' She Wove a Cloak of Many Yarns'. Wierd name? I know. But the tune is awsome! You can find on a celtic CD called "Celtic Dreamtime" if you're intrested.

Oh far above the lakeshore clans,

Far above our lands,

Up in shining Silverpelt,

There lives a clan of clans.

With silver starlight in their fur,

And thunder in their paws,

Once in fading memory,

They walked this earth as us.

From the youngest kit,

To eldest elder,

To the warrior who died in war,

Or the apprentice whose pawsteps stopped to run again no more,

From the leader whose nine lives were spent,

To the medcine cat who fell,

To the silver queen who died kitting upon the rivers dell.

Oh if your heart be noble,

And if your quest be true,

Then the day your life is over,

They will come for you.

Oh they run across the starlit sky,

Those starry cats of old,

And someday you will join them too,

If your heart is gold.

From the youngest kit,

To eldest elder,

To the warrior who died in war,

Or the apprentice whose pawsteps stopped to run again no more,

From the leader whose nine lives were spent,

To the medcine cat who fell,

To the silver queen who died kitting upon the rivers dell.