You kissed my hand and asked my name
You bade me welcome, sit awhile.
All courtesy and courtly grace
Wtih chivalry and a charming smile.
The memoris of the day we met,
Ah Wiesenfeuer, I'll ne'er forget.
Wiesenfuer, praire fire
WhereI first learned to live the Dream.
Your flame is burning ever higher
Let Ansteorra's One Light gleam!
Your people wear their courtly grace
Like a jeweled crown of purest gold.
Your artisans have skill unmatched
Your fighters, warriors brave and bold.
Your peers are wise beyond their years
Your children merry, strong, and bright.
Your bards inspire both joy and tears
Your mobles rule with heart, not might.
I made my home here in this place.
I still can see my Baron's face.
Wiesenfeuer, prairie fire
Where I first learned to love the Dream.
Your flame is burning ever higher
Let Ansteorra's One Light gleam!
Beloved land where my Dream was born
Where loved I lord, and lost I friend.
Where a flame was kindled in my heart
A fire whose burning knows no end.
Wiesenfeuer, prairie fire
No matter where my feet may roam,
Near or far, my Heart of Fire
Will call fair Wiesenfeuer home.
And when I die, may my funeral pyre
Be lit from within by my Heart of Fire.