Date: Tue, 29 Dec 1998

Title: The Muses: Euterpe 01/01
Author: Daydreamer
Rating: G
Category: FILK - A
Spoilers: None
Keywords: none
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Disclaimer: The Mulder family is owned by Chris Carter,
1013 Productions, Fox Television Network, etc. I will make
no profit from this, and neither will Fox if they sue me, for I
am exceedingly poor and have nothing material they can profit
from.

Comments: Filk based on The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,
by Gordon Lightfoot

Summary: Part of a nine part anthology based on the Greek
Muses and the artistic field each represents. Euterpe is
Lyric Poetry, or Music.
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The Muses: Euterpe 01/01

The legend lives on in a New England town
Of a boy and his sister bound tightly
The sky, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the nights of November burn brightly

With an evening of play at the end of the day
With the boy and his sister unruly
He did awaken to see her be taken
When the light in November came early
The girl was the pride of her father's bride
She was loved and adored by her family
And as little girls go, she was not hard to know
With a heart and temper most kindly

Concluding some terms with the government firms
Exchanging her freedom forever
With plans that were made that the future be saved
'Twas a father's most evil endeavor
Choices were made and the plans were laid
And the children were never consulted
And who was to know of the quest that would grow
The obsession that somehow resulted

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the light in November came slashin'
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
And the boy was consumed with his passion
When suppertime came, things were never the same
And 'twas guilt that the young boy was feelin'
Looking back on the night and the memory of light
'Twas the witch of November come stealin'

Mother was sad, there's no talkin' to Dad
And the boy bore the brunt of reproval
Fighting arose and the parents opposed
Till 'twas time for the father's removal

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the pain turns the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say was a very strange day
And the Dad was protected by powers
It was easy to blame the boy Fox just the same
To accuse him of being still water
Till all that remained was the faces and the names
Of the wife and the son and the daughter

Years roll on by and the truth turns to lie
And a family will never recover
The lightening it seems stole a young man's dreams
It's the truth that he'll want to discover
The father will die and the mother will cry
And the boy's search will still be engendered
Searching in vain for surcease from the pain
>From that night in November remembered

In a musty church hall with the townspeople called
While the boy swore to look for the answer
The church bell chimed, it rang countless times
For the life of a child named Samantha
The legend lives on in a New England town
Of a boy and his sister bound tightly
The sky, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the nights of November burn brightly

The End