Song of Forgotten Storm

**[Intro – bright, playful picking]** Oh gather close and fill your cup, I’ve got a tale to pass around— Not sure it’s true, but true enough To keep the night from settling down! --- **[Verse 1]** They say the sky once slipped its place, Went wandering off without a care— The sea climbed up to take its space, And dust was dancing in the air And lightning laughed (or so I’m told), And flames would hum like tavern strings— Now maybe that’s just stories old… But stranger things have happened, friends --- **[Chorus]** So here’s to storms that never were, And heroes no one quite recalls— To all the tales that time prefers When truth gets lost between the walls! Sing loud enough, and who can say What’s false and what was once allowed? If none remember anyway— Then make it merry, make it loud! --- **[Verse 2]** Some folks prayed the wind would speak, Some swore they’d nail it to the ground— Some chased the thunder, bold (or weak), Some just… went home and stuck around They argued long, they argued well, About what none had truly seen— And if you ask me? Hard to tell If any of it meant a thing --- **[Pre-Chorus – quick, cheeky]** But it makes a better song this way— And songs are what survive the day --- **[Chorus]** So here’s to storms that never were, And battles lost to friendly doubt— To every tale that time will blur Till no one knows what it’s about! Raise up your glass to ash and foam, To firelight and shifting ground— If it’s not true, it’s close to home Whenever there’s good drink around! --- **[Bridge – lighter, almost joking]** Maybe the storm was just the rain After too many rounds of ale— Or maybe truth got washed away And left behind a better tale --- **[Final Chorus – bigger, communal]** So here’s to storms that might have been, And all the ways we pass them on— In every laugh, in every grin, In every half-forgotten song! No need to know, no need to prove, No need to chase what can’t be found— Just keep the tune, and keep the groove, And let the story wander ‘round! --- **[Outro – soft, smiling]** And if it’s false—well, no one minds… It sings just fine with drink and time