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The Future of Ealdormere

There’s a time when we’re young and our life seems ahead
When youth and wild spirits seem loyally wed.
When the old try to hide us far out of harm’s way,
But who is more free at the end of the day?

We hear in our cradle the howls of the wolf.
They are our lullaby and they spur on our youth.
Our young blood burns hotly as it runs in our veins,
For who is more free at the end of the day?

The sword is our play thing as infants we crawl.
Ealdormere will raise us whenever we fall
And as you do teach us we know here we’ll stay.
And who is more free at the end of the day?

We are the future and we grow to stand strong.
Our honour and courage remembered in song.
Each step you have guided, so firm we’ll not stray,
And who is more free at the end of the day?

The wolf cub has grown. Our past sings in our blood.
You are the fathers, the mothers we love.
Your legacy we carry when the wolf pack does bay
For who is more free at the end of the day?

The trillium will bloom; the red banner will fly.
Our children will live when it’s our turn to die.
The morn will be golden and the dawn will be gray
And we are more free at the end of the day.

Yes, we are more free at the end of the day.