Whispers of the Vale

Jump along, jump along, this land is your true home.
The children of the Vale are merry wherever they roam.
Should worry find you, run to Sebra’s gentle shore;
There the cure you seek will whisper forevermore.

Walk along, walk along, to the hills of the Vale.
Fear not climb high, let no doubt make you pale.
If the Witch of Tellawick dares to draw near,
Call for the spear of Ledasir it shall appear.

Run along, run along, to the meadows of Mojori bright.
The tarts are baked for Umma’s soul, in morning’s golden light.
Let the cauldrons boil, let the feast be wide and grand.
Fear not, fear not let your journey take command.