Firefly Grove

In the forest deep and wide, in Spirewood, so I hear
There’s a little old village named Bindleton, where the air’s still fresh and clear

Four roaming Spirit Brigadiers did one day come to town
Wanting nothing more than to relax and lay their troubles down

Roxy Epoxy, Snowden River Jim
Old Hector Handlebar, and Merriweather Slim

Roxy in particular, had one single thing in mind
A song of praise swellin up within, from a well she’d thought long dried

* * *

Roxy knew she must take action lest the tune leave her behind
She’d set the song into a magic stone, where its echo she’d always find

But it wouldn’t be so easy, or so she’d soon find out
Boss Kane had recently setup shop, his sprawling reach unbound

“Roxy Epoxy, I hear you’ve found a tune
“Won’t you lay it down in stone, a great treasure I’ll give to you”

“Every market here belongs to me, you really have no choice”
“Otherwise, back to the woods where no one will hear your voice”

* * *

Roxy thought this over, quite unsure what to think
She’d visions of a fountain, from which all could freely drink

She knew she must release the song, unbind it, set it free
How was she to do this and keep it out of Boss Kane’s reach

She crept into the forest, to lay that sucker down
Set firm inside a polished stone, inside it would resound

She snuck back into town that night, the stone tight in her glove
Boss Kane would surely unleash hell, but Roxy would rise above

* * *

She found Rascal Ricardo, he could work a flashy spell
He tapped the stone right to its source, and opened up its shell

She met Yuri Yolipedes, who writes on a secret wall
In less than an hour Roxy’s plan was known by all

From pocket to pocket, the song it did pass
Being copied from stone to stone, the melody traveling fast

Boss Kane his stock did plummet, hope flowed through the town,
Roxy had no gold, a different type of treasure she had found

* * *

Boss Kane he gathered with his goons outside of the town hall
Villagers approached slowly to see what was to befall

A final showdown coming quick, there wasn’t any doubt
Roxy took stage center and Boss Kane said with a shout:

“Roxy Epoxy, all your praise belongs to me!
You’ll pay the price for your mistake, and foolish treachery!”

His goons advanced with demon sticks, to beat and steal her soul
Outnumbered and surrounded, she was truly in a hole

* * *

Her song alone would be no match, her end seemed to be near
When from all sides sweet music began sounding through the air

Villagers throughout the town, her tune they all did play
Each wieldin’ their own song stone, each playin’ it their own way

The melody it flanked the goons, taking them aback
The bark stripped from their demon sticks, Roxy knew that she must act

She whirled around her guitar and let ring the secret chord
Quite surprised, as her fingers acted on their own accord

A blaze of brilliance blasted forth, cuttin’ through the charging ranks
Their demon sticks snapped clean in two, cleavin’ their faces blank

* * *

The goons, well they all scattered quick, the town was free once more
The villagers rejoiced at last, thanking Roxy for her chore

Boss Kane did also flee the scene, some say he was never there
He’s no doubt back in Sugartown where he rules from his secret lair

And Roxy Epoxy, the hero of our tale
Though she’s back in the Deep Forest, that tune it still prevails

She makes no claim to own the song, she merely set it free
Knowing that forever folks can play it as they please

* * *
Chords

Intro & Interludes
| G . . . | C . . . | C . . . | G . . . |

Verse, pt 1
| G . . . | C . . . | G . . . | C . . . |
| G . . . | C . . . | G . . . | C . . . |

Verse, pt 2
| Em . . . | D . . . | Em . . . | D . . . |
| Em . . . | D . . . | C . . . | D . . . |

Verse, pt 3
| G . . . | C . . . | C . . . | G . . . |
| G . . . | C . . . | C . . . | G . . . |