In memory of Terry Hinely
Texas Renaissance Festival, 1997

In Sherwood Forest I wandered on day
Amid the cool shade of the pines.
There came a sound to me so sweet
And richer than the finest of wines.

I searched the forest for this sweetest of sound
And in a cool, dark corner of a glade
Encountered two young men making music-
Ah, the music of angels they made.

One young man used the glass notes.
What a magical thng!
For with his instruments of glass
He caused the forest to ring.

Together with his brother,
Tall and slim was he,
With guitar and voice joined the notes of glass--
The most wondrous sound to be.

There, under the shade of the pines
Sat I, to be swept away
To a magical time, a fantasy time
On that fine crisp autumn day.

No longer was the cold world mundane
Filled with troubles and frowns,
But the time of Kings and valiant knights,
And delicate ladies in long flowing gowns.

A moment of darkness filled the skies
One sad and quiet day,
For the brother who played the crystal notes
Death came and took away.

Our hearts will be forever filled
with the joy his songs did bring.
For in those brief, happy mements,
Each man became a King.

O, sing on, Donal of Glasnots, for this world
needs your magical sound
To keep our hearts filled with joy and gladness
When reality comes around.