We rise to the sound of birdsong
We walk together hand in hand
We feel the bite of the northern wind
But warmth we have enough to share.

Our memories we treasure long
Our common ground this foreign land
Our hopes and dreams together pinned
With the warmth of one another's care.

It's the warmth that makes the difference
And the warmth that gives us life
Your warmth that drives the eloquence
Past the silence that is rife

The warmth that gives us focus
Is the warmth that clouds the mind
But the warmth here at this locus
Is the best that one could find

Our memories we treasure long
Our common ground this foreign land
Our hopes and dreams together pinned
With the warmth of one another's care.

At end of day we end the song
At the shelter sparse we built by hand
At bedroll's length we fear no wind
For warmth we have enough to share

-- A song most commonly heard near Asgard and Faysal, particularly popular among the descendants of Trevnan, attributed to the wandering elven bard Loopi Jaroo.