Browncoats Keep Flyin’ (Firefly Lyrics)

“Browncoats Keep Flyin'”
Firefly lyrics by Rie Sheridan Rose
music by Marc Gunn

Performed by Marc Gunn
From CD: Sci Fi Drinking Songs

*Freedom's a spark
in the heart of the Black
and the Browncoats are aimin'
to take our ‘Verse back

Serenity Valley broke many a man
but the Browncoats keep flyin'
as best as we can.
Our fight weren't for glory
or gold or for guns.
Our fight was for freedom
for our daughters and sons.

Sure there are comforts we lost ‘long the way
and many a Browncoat's
still hunted today.
But our prize is the freedom
to follow the stars
and to know that whatever
we hold to is ours.

Oh, the Black has its dangers–
like Reavers and thieves–
but it goes on forever,
as free as you please.
So we'll try our luck there
till it beats us at last…
Our faces turned forward,
our hearts in the past.

So band with us brothers,
wheree'er you might be
and remember the lessons of Serenity–
For Browncoats stood tall
when they gave us their worst,
and there are no finer men
in the whole of the ‘Verse.
And the Browncoats keep flyin'
as best as we can…

2 comments on “Browncoats Keep Flyin’ (Firefly Lyrics)

  1. Marc!

    Thank you for this. I am ‘gunning” for this song to the be anthem for our little intentional community that is going to eventually come into being.

    We are Serenity Valley, we have survived our lives. And that’s more than I can say for many.

    Thank you so much, dear!

    Go with the Gods! May Mul-halmoni (Water Grandmother) bless you and protect you on your travels.

  2. Marc,
    I met your boothman on Sunday at Gencon because I am a needlecrafter and loved your beautiful banner. I picked up two copies of Scifi Drinking songs and have been listening to it since I got it (the second copy is for a friend). I finally got past “Those Characters Died” and was a bit blindsided by “A boy and his frog”. I am a gigantic Henson fan. (My college Senior paper was on Henson and I graduated that year on the second anniversary of his death.) I can still feel the giant hole in the ‘Verse, that Jim Henson left when he died. I love every song on this album. “Isn’t it Grand Boys to be Walking Undead” seems to be our family favourite at the moment. There are few things that are more fun than having a parent and 4 kids aged 20, 16, 11 and 5.5 walking around singing “Brains! Brains! Brains! Brains”. Thank you for your wacky geekiness that feeds into our family’s ability to scare the neighbours. La-la-la-live long and prosper. Na-nu-na-nu.

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