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Step into the bustling cobblestone squares of the Hearthworld with this whimsical folk ballad. "A Glance Across the Market Green" tells the classic tale of a smitten traveler, a clever stall-keeper, and the watchful father who put their love to the ultimate test of hard work.

From fixing mills to chasing geese, this song celebrates the persistence of the heart and the quiet magic found in everyday chores. Whether you’re a merchant in the Great Square or a traveler passing through, there’s a seat at the table for you.

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Lyrics:

[Verse I]
At dawn when bells were yawning wide,
And awnings kissed the sun,
She laid her apples, jars, and thread
Till morning’s trade begun.
He crossed the square with dusty boots
And courage stitched with fear,
One glance she gave, one smile she spared—
And suddenly he’s here.

[Chorus]
Oh a glance across the market green
Can turn the day askew,
Set a wandering heart to circling
With nothing else to do.

[Verse II]
He bought one pear, then bought another,
Asked prices he well knew,
Returned at noon for “twine or nails”
(He needed neither two).
She laughed behind her measuring cups,
Her eyes gave him away,
But father watched with folded arms
And plans for work that day.

[Chorus]
Oh a glance across the market green
Is trouble dressed as cheer,
When love comes knocking softly
And a watchful parent’s near.

[Verse III]
“Good lad,” her father said one morn,
“If you’ve time to spare,
The mill needs fixing up the road,
And wheat won’t move itself there.”
He hauled and hammered, sang and sweated,
Came back with flour white,
And bought a roll just for a grin
Before the fall of night.

[Verse IV]
Next day it was the broken fence,
Then geese that wandered wrong,
Then barrels lost, then letters sent
Too far, too fast, too long.
Each task he did with willing hands,
Each errand done with flair,
And always found his way back through
The square where she was there.

[Chorus]
Oh a glance across the market green
Grows braver day by day,
When deeds speak louder than excuses
Dreamed up on the way.

[Verse V]
At last her father cleared his throat
And hid a teasing smile,
“You’ve run my roads and fixed my world
Quite thoroughly awhile.
If you’ve no errand left to run,
No chore you’ve yet to do—
Perhaps you’ll stay for supper, lad,
And say what brings you through.”

[Verse VI]
He said her name, she said his back,
The market bells all rang,
The stalls leaned in, the pigeons knew,
The whole square hummed and sang.
They wed beneath the lanterns bright,
With pears and bread and wine,
And still he visits every day—
But now the stall is mine.

[Final Chorus]
Oh a glance across the market green
Can change a life outright,
Turn errands into promises
And days to pure delight.

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The Hearthworld is the cozy, welcoming centre of the Everfolds—a sprawling tapestry of realms woven together by ancient magic. While the Hearthworld is defined by its markets, orchards, and human spirit, it is bordered by four distinct territories:
• The Bramblefold: The wild, tangled thickets claimed by Goblins. A place of scrap-metal ingenuity and hidden traps.
• The Ironfold: The subterranean mountain realm of the Dwarves. Deep forges and echoing halls where the world’s foundation is shaped.
• The Silkfold: The elegant, towering forests of the Elves. A land of high art, ancient whispers, and starlight.
• The Glimmerfold: The shimmering, unpredictable territory of the Fae. Where time bends and reality is as thin as a moth's wing.

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