- Color of Trust
Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai.
On my shoulders I support the sky.
Trust me to know and to do what is best,
And I will take care of the rest.
But trust is the color of a dark seed growing.
Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing.
Trust is the color of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the color of death.
- Jak o' the Shadows
We'll drink the wine till the cup is dry,
And kiss the girls so they'll not cry,
And toss the dice until we fly,
To dance with Jak o' the Shadows.
We'll dance all night til the moon runs free,
And dandle the lasses upon our knee,
And then you'll ride along with me
- Mideans Ford
Soft, the winds, like springtime's fingers.
Soft, the rains, like heaven's tears.
Soft, the years roll by in gladness,
never hinting storms to come,
never hinting whirlwinds' ravage,
rain of steel and battle thunder,
war to tear the heart asunder.
- The Wind that Shakes the Willow
My love is gone, carried away. By the wind that shakes the willow,
And all the land is beaten hard. By the wind that shakes the willow.
But I will hold her close to me, In heart and dearest memory. And with her strength to steel my soul, Her love to warm my heart-strings.
And I will stand where we once sang, Though cold wind shakes the willow.
And I will stand where we once sang, Though cold wind shakes the willow.
Dear lass of mine, who now is free, To the Wind that shakes the willow
Let grace and beauty, fill your wings, with the wind that shakes the willow