Pratchett filk

 Here's my Pratchett filk - the tune is "Bread and Fishes"

 

As I walked through the corridors, sleepless at night,

I saw in the bar a familiar sight.

A man in a hat, I had thought he was dead,

A teller of stories who smiled as he said:

 

Oh, the turtle's still moving, she swims through the sky,

With her cargo of elephants riding so high,

The Discworld's still turning, the sun still goes round,

And all of my people are safe on the ground.

 

I sat down beside him, he showed me a chair,

We nibbled on peanuts someone had left there,

He told me of wizards and witches and kings,

And of the Patrician who knows everything.

 

Oh, the turtle's still moving, she swims through the sky,

With her cargo of elephants riding so high,

The Discworld's still turning, the sun still goes round,

And all of my people are safe on the ground.

 

I sat there and listened until daylight came,

I know that I never will see him again,

But stories keep living as long as they're read,

'Twas the teller of stories who smiled as he said:

 

Oh, the turtle's still moving, she swims through the sky,

With her cargo of elephants riding so high,

The Discworld's still turning, the sun still goes round,

And all of my people are safe on the ground.