Classics

THE BALLAD OF ODYSSEUS
– written by Zephyr Bird

VERSE ONE:

There was a man left stranded at sea
On Ogygia, without guarantee
Of seeing his wife and child, and his kingdom
He built a raft and shortly found
That Poseidon would keep him on ground
For water was his bane, he was it’s victim

CHORUS

The Sacker of cities, the bane of your crops
Odysseus the wise, of long auburn locks
He’s brave and quite cunning, but long stranded from home
Odysseus now cries, sad and alone.

VERSE TWO:

He washed up on a foreign shore
With naught but dread and cold galore
Until the Princess Nausicaa came hither
He found the King to be compliant
After recount of stabbing a giant
And got a ship to cross the seas and rivers

CHORUS

The Sacker of cities, the bane of your crops
Odysseus the brave, of long auburn locks
He’s brave and quite cunning, and now he’s going home
Odysseus of Greece, not of Ancient Rome.

VERSE THREE:

They sailed for days and nights at end
Till into depths the boats did descend
For the Quaker turned their ships into granite
He met with herds and masters three
Two revered him, but one ‘marquis’
Did hate him and was cast from the ballot

CHORUS:

Sacker of cities, the bane of your crops,
Odysseus resourceful, of long auburn locks
Disguised as a beggar, and now walking home
Odysseus has friends, and they are not gnomes.

VERSE FOUR:

He saw his castle, fields green
And begged the men to meet the queen
To see, disguised, if she had stayed true
He entered soon and shortly found
That  loyalty was much renowned
But tested by the suitors she did accrue

CHORUS:

Sacker of Cities, the bane of your crops
Odysseus the lover, of long Auburn locks
Confronted and quite angry, he’s finally got home
And soon suitors will perish, and no more shall roam.

VERSE FIVE:

The journey had been been long
His suitors now reviled
But so long he’d spent from home
That had his hopes been misled?

He gathered the forces left
The herdsman and his son
And on the early morning light
Suitor’s death
Was all to come

He stringed, the bow
And hid, the spears
The armor and the weapons
All disappeared

Rallied, inspired,
He drew, he fired

The Room grew quiet
His son admired
His hired men grew tired
The fighting soon retired
As the last man did expire

And atop the battlefield
Odysseus gazed
At what had transpired.

Chorus:

The saver of cities, the vanquished of slobs
Odysseus the king, handsome and with strop
Happy and united, he stands on his freed home
So this story ends, no longer alone.