Mistral

Child hold your tongue,

Your time has come,

Sure as the mistral blows beneath the rising sun.

A new dawn broods with each new moon,

Oh Child of the evergreen you'll shine amidst the gloom.

You've found a breeze that's lifting you higher,

You've found a love that's stoking a fire in You.

And no-one can ever steal your throne,

Your final foe, you feet they must let go.