Mother of Goldenhills
In the land where snowy mountains rise, And dragons carve their paths through skies, There lives a queen with warrior’s might, Her two-handed blade, a fearsome sight. Through fields of wheat and golden rain, She built her home on fertile plain— Goldenhills Plantation, strong and wide, Where love and laughter now reside. With battle cry and tender hand, She carved a kingdom from the land. Not just a fighter, fierce and wise, But mother, with soft, watchful eyes. She tilled the soil, she raised the young, Her songs of home forever sung. Through frost and storm, through dragon's flame, Her heart remained a burning flame. By day she fought with axe and steel, By night she taught her home to heal. Adopted children by the fire’s glow, She showed them more than swords to throw. She showed them love, and roots, and song, That strength is knowing where you belong. And every field she gently sows, A deeper kind of power grows. O mighty Lisa, Dovah-Queen, Of Goldenhi...