Tell me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear
The stories to be told, my child, are not for you to fear
Sing me a city of cinnamon; sing me a manticore's song
I will give you beads of amber and feathers all of gold

Sorrow is a child of dying stars with no one to tell her her name
Red in her cloak as a winter sun she wanders, not entirely tame
Are ye a child of stars dead and dying brought here from afar
With whorls of fate upon your eyes and Sorrow in your heart?

Sing me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear
The stories to be told, my love, are not for you to fear
Sing me a city of cinnamon sing me a manticore's song
I will give you beads of amber and a feather cloak of gold
Oh! (as red in her cloak as a winter sun
Our daughter of dying stars
Whorls of fate upon her eyes
And Sorrow in her heart
Sorrow, my heart!
Sorrow is a child of dying stars
With no one to tell her her name
Red in her cloak as a winter sun she wanders

Sing me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear
The stories to be told my love are not for you to fear

Does it not seem strange to ask, to talk by first light instead of last
The stars keep watch, the living dead and dying
You are dear as diamonds now to folk you've never known
The tale you fear to end is just beginning

Hand in hand with Solace with a firebird at her back
A djinn and a grandmother at her sides
A sister's cloak of feathers wrapped around her here at last
Her mother walks the lonely shore and cries

Tell me a tale so beautiful that the stars will strain to hear
The song you fear to end is just beginning
So sing me a city of wishes and fire
Sing me a traveling song
I will give you worlds of wonder
And a feather cloak to keep you warm!

(sorrow is a child of dying stars
With no one to tell her her name
Red in her cloak as a winter sun
She wanders)