The Dance of the Changing Lord

Tu-loo Ralley, Tu-loo Ralley
The Changing Lord a’comes this way
With gifts and dance for all to see
He brings new ways for all to be.

He took the first ones, grey as stones,
And warped their flesh and broke their bones
With elves, goblins and men left in his wake,
He had hundreds of peoples still to make.

Tu-loo Ralley, Tu-loo Ralley
The Changing Lord a’comes this way
With gifts and dance for all to see
He brings new ways for all to be.

He made monster birds to fly the skies,
and gave beholders all their eyes,
he made all the beasts who dig so deep,
then made the halflings in his sleep.

Tu-loo Ralley, Tu-loo Ralley
The Changing Lord a’comes this way
With gifts and dance for all to see
He brings new ways for all to be.


And at the end of his long dance,
With nothing more left up to chance
To make him feel just like he were home
He stopped to make the best: the gnome!