A song sung by a Myna named Jester and his owner, Bard and Ranger Rexx. A ballad detailing how civilation crumbled by rusting. A lesson on laziness.
acoustic
folk
ballad
work
diligence
laziness
Story behind the song
Written for Book 1 of the Doors of Destiny series, Cobalt - the Blue Door. Sung by Jester, a Myna Bird, and Rexx, his Ranger/Bard owner.
Lyrics
The Last of the Helpers is waiting in the wings
To be tossed upon the scrap heap
of our broken down world
But I have a question for all peasants and kings
For every man and woman, boy and girl:
Will you be the Last of the Helpers?
Will you carry on the work that they once did for you?
Get to work, lend a hand
Partner with your fellow man
Every one of us must be
The Last of the Helpers.
All around the world, the Helpers are falling
Rusting reminders of an era thats gone
Deep in my heart I can hear someone calling
That its time for all of us to carry on,
All around the world, our buildings are crumbling
Wretched reminders of the life we once knew
But up from the rubble, our children are stumbling
And its up to me and you to help them through
Will you be the Last of the Helpers?
Will you carry on the work that they once did for you?
Get to work, lend a hand
Partner with your fellow man
Every one of us must be
The Last of the Helpers.
All around the world, farms turn to heather
No one seems to care if there will be food to eat
But you and I can make it, if we all work together
Let us plow this fallow ground beneath our feet.
All around the world, eager hands will labor
Up from the ashes, the phoenix will rise,
Everyone will understand,
Everyone will help his neighbor
Till the Lord returns, and splits the eastern sky.
Will you be the Last of the Helpers?
Will you carry on the work that they once did for you?
Get to work, lend a hand
Partner with your fellow man
Every one of us must be
The Last of the Helpers.