Living the Dream: How the Sca Was Born

We started, all of us, with a dream A need to be more than we might seem Add to our lives a bright, new shine To honour those of an older time Some few had gathered, one fair day A party planned, a game to play A passing fancy to recreate The lives that have been lost to fate The players, spent at party's end Were loather to join the world again They wished that they might be so bold To live as those from times of old A game, a dream was born that night And through the darkness spread its life To many dreamers this dream spoke And new ideas in them awoke To re-learn skills, to practice art And in the chivalry take part To serve a King both brave and strong A lady Queen inspiring song To hear the voices of the bards To take thy turn amongst the guards To write the song a kingdom sings To live with honour in all things That is what the dreamers saw The picture that they tried to draw Though gaming was the simple goal The dream now had a living soul Now hundreds strong the armies stand And face each other on the sand But once the battle's fought and won Both friend and foe all stand as one They sing together of their homes And bow to one another's thrones Honouring the bond they share The common dream that brought them there The dream that draw us ever in Calls us to gather once again To play, once more, our 'let's pretend' To live the dream that will not end