Charlie's Father was the last Dragon Master

Remembering, the day was long
The wind was cold
Take me away, Rach...
And hold, hold the memories of play
Speak, speak the tongues of holidays
Each of these people are young bands
Tiny minstrels, singing...speak their songs
Storytellers, storywriters.
Bringing memories of childhood.
Memories of childhood.
Stories of dragons and vegetable feinds.