I'm a mortal portal
Only here for a short time.
Let me play my lute for you
A melody with a twist of rhyme.
Can you hear the Fairie chimes;
Elven voices start to climb;
Shadow dancers pantomime;
Opening gates to long last time.

We are real and hopeful
That we hold the key to now,
And if you listen attentively
We just might show you how.
We will craft a myth for you
With words no longer spoken.
Weave a web of lovers dreams
To heal the heart that's broken.

Deep blue skies and saffron clouds
Drift slowly on the breeze.
While dew drops catch the morning sun
Like emeralds on the leaves.
A pageantry of colors
Fill up the market streets
To welcome back our pilgrims
With cheer and tasty treats.

We're not just here to entertain you,
But to lend you our eyes so that you may find;
All of the beauty that's around you
And dispel the shadows that cloud the mind.

This summer enchantment, like leaves will not last,
But nest in your heart may the memories hold.
So when the lonely winter winds blast
Your soul may prevail once more against the cold.

We perform on the stages
We fight in the street
We smile at your passing
We bark at your feet
We joust for your pleasure
And bandy our wits
Flaunt like trollops
While you laugh at our twits.

You are the kings and queens
The rulers of this land.
Do you realize
The power at your command.

We are mortal portals,
Make a wish and toss a dime.
We will cast a spell for you
Beyond the grasping hands of time.
Make yourself at ease my friend,
No matter where thy fathers hail.
Take a walk through the Fairie glen
Or listen to a sailors tale.

A tinker blowing bubbles;
An alchemist who's lost his mind;
A clown upon a tight wire;
The militia Boldly hold their line.
Trumpeters, they sound the call,
Behold the brave knight's chivalry;
A poet pens a loves sonnet;
An open door to a mystery.

Crack of whip and canon fire!
Swordmen brandish fist and blade
Queen with all her handmaidens
Holding court in the noble glade.
Bards play in the crowded streets;
Fiddles and drums play jigs and reels;
Flower garlands crown their heads;
Lovely dancers kick their heels.


We are real and hopeful
That we hold the key to now;
And if you listen attentively
We just might show you how.
We will craft a myth for you
With words no longer spoken.
Weave a web of lovers dreams
To heal the heart that's broken.
We give our life as a token.
To heal the heart that's broken.

We are mortal portals.