Whose is that haunting voice, beckoning you to follow him? (What's the worst that could happen?)
Drake Oranwood (Eric Schrager, he/him) is a singer, songwriter, and producer who brings modern sensibilities to original songs set long ago and far away
Drake Oranwood (Eric Schrager, he/him) is a singer, songwriter, producer, lutenist, and medieval enthusiast who brings modern sensibilities to original songs set long ago and far away.
In the Society for Creative Anachronism, Drake is part of the bardic community, where original and period performances are shared at fire circles and waysides for weary travelers. (The general SCA term for an individual vocal performer is a bard). Drakes persona is an English composer and musician living in the sixteenth century. Drake is currently serving as Queens Bard for the East Kingdom.
Story behind the song
Music, lyrics, vocals: Eric Schrager
Arrangement: Paul Butler, Eric Schrager
Additional vocals: Nuri Olsen
Guitar: Dave Lambert
Additional guitar on intro: Don Levey
Violin, cello, percussion: Paul Butler
Song page: http://drakethebard.com/bardic/call-me-will/
Lyrics
Come to the window, my love, listen well, can you hear it?
Beckoning you is the voice that has haunted your dream.
Leave here the cross made of rowan; you're guided by spirit!
Surely you'll find what you're seeking outside by the stream…
Feel the wind cut sharp through your dress, nothing you can hide that I can't caress.
Come away, love… Have I a name? Call me Will.
Come, cross the bridge, follow Will, he can see that you're aching.
Most wouldn't notice, they'd say you're a wisp of a girl.
Will loves a wisp and he knows when she's ready for taking.
See how his song makes you dance as you smile and you twirl…
Like the river, pulled ever on, you'll have walked so far when they know you're gone
That they may, love, never track you down the hill.
See not the rags that I wear nor the leaves in my hair, love.
Will leads you on through the night by the sparks in his eyes.
Deep through the woods, just a bit further on and we're there, love.
Will has prepared a delight, and for you, a surprise…
You are fire, burning within, all the heat you hold in that tender skin
Might allay, love, some of my heart's icy chill.
You are fire, burning within, all the heat you hold in that tender skin
Might allay, love, some of my heart's icy chill.
Take a few steps in the mire, and you feel yourself sinking.
Will stops the fear in your eyes with a languorous kiss.
Child, did you not hear my warnings? Oh, what were you thinking?
No, you're not thinking at all, Will has trapped you in bliss…
Into earth I'll take you at last, and I'll own you all and I'll hold you fast
For I'm Fae, love, just close your eyes and be still.
Yes, I'm Fae, love, Will-of-the-Wisp… Call me Will.
