Thursday, September 19, 2013

ATF: Irish Mist

This weekly series will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to make.  I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.



The Mummer’s Dance
Loreena McKennitt
When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak
And the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

We've been rambling all the night
And sometime of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

We've been rambling all the night
And sometime of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of our Lord's hand

We've been rambling all the night
And sometime of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
We've been rambling all the night
And sometime of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Link: [Enya]


Only Time
Enya
Who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only time
And who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose
Only time

Who can say why your heart sighs
As your love flies
Only time
And who can say why your heart cries
When your love lies
Only time

Who can say when the roads meet
That love might be
In your heart
And who can say when the day sleeps
If the night keeps
All your heart
Night keeps
All your heart

Who can say if your love grows
As your heart chose
Only time
And who can say where the road goes
Where the day flows
Only time
Who knows
Only time
Who knows
Only time

Lyrics From: [elyrics.net]

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8 comments:

  1. The first is a bit 'New Age' for me, and as for recording a record in the rain, tsk! Rubbish!

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  2. I started listening to that first one and Duke wondered what the heck was going on up on my desk with all those wolves howling

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  3. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Adullamite!!! I suppose Druidism could be considered New Age.

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  4. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Ann!!! Come on now, she sang better than that!

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  5. Absolutely beautiful...a great start to my day...

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  6. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Lee!!! Both of these songs have a memorizing effect upon me, but this is especially true of "The Mummers Dance." For I could listen to it over and over again for hours at a time. Although, it still does not help all that much with getting Adullamite out of my head. Sigh.

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  7. Loreena McKennitt has a beautiful voice although I can barely understand her words. I like her though. The words are not terribly important to me.

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  8. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Anvilcloud!!! Yes, I also have trouble understanding what she is singing without having the lyrics before me to read. It surprises me that you are having the same trouble, though. For she is a Canadian! (LOL?)

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