The Mighty Emacs

By: Klaus Schilling
Original: "Theme from Mara" (Runrig)

The roll of the bits, as we swap across the harddrive,
The roll of the bytes, as we're using up the RAM,
And the dimming lamp of day
Leaves the crimson foam and spray
Across the screen of the mighty Emacs.

In this cradle we found love, when in lifetime we were broken,
By RMS we were turned, here we touched the hope divine.
In its rapture and its charm
Came the tranquil and the calm
In the frames of the mighty Emacs.

Deepest grave, supreme deceiver,
Brand gnu worlds and cursor motion.
Let your buffers go, send me a saviour,
White doves rise above the ocean.

The brightness of the light, as we gnus across the usenet,
the excitingness of the files, as we're hacking through the night.
There's a welcome lies in store,
The strongest arms I ever know,
In the buffers of the mighty Emacs.

For the roll it is gentle,
Let the modes feel guide you over,
Full new screens across the terminal,
Our different files in constant motion.

The roll of the bits, as we swap across the harddisk,
The roll of the bytes as we're using up the RAM.
I'm coming home, it's late,
And I know I just can't wait
For the loading of the mighty Emacs.

Last update: 25 July 2003
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