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« Reply #5 on: July 30, 2009, 10:30:51 am » |
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beautiful songs either way - the change in music is spectacular - almost sounds like she is singing a diffrent language!
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers. Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me, they bid me take my place among them, in the Halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live...forever.
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« Reply #4 on: July 30, 2009, 10:27:38 am » |
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yep correct gryffen, if you tap in on google for the lyric words of Dante's Prayer, and the mummers dance the words are exact............
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« Reply #3 on: July 30, 2009, 08:04:53 am » |
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Believe it or not Eugene - same song!
I thought it was diffrent, but its the same one just a diffrent musical arrangment.
She foooled us lol
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers. Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me, they bid me take my place among them, in the Halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live...forever.
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« Reply #2 on: July 30, 2009, 04:06:36 am » |
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Oh I love that song.
Just seeing it I can hear it play in my head and it lifts me.
Although I would like to get some clarity about what she is singing about. The lyrics a poeticly beautiful but not from my neck of the woods so I was hoping someone could ad to the magic by telling me what she is saying.
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« Reply #1 on: July 30, 2009, 03:03:39 am » |
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i love loreena mckennitt!
Did you notice that the Wiccan dance and Mummers dance are similar?
Here is one of my favorites
Dante's Prayer
When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see Though you came to me in the night When the dawn seemed forever lost You showed me your love in the light of the stars
Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me
Then the mountain rose before me By the deep well of desire From the fountain of forgiveness Beyond the ice and the fire
Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me
Though we share this humble path, alone How fragile is the heart Oh give these clay feet wings to fly To touch the face of the stars
Breathe life into this feeble heart Lift this mortal veil of fear Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears We'll rise above these earthly cares
Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me...
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Lo there do I see my father, Lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers. Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me, they bid me take my place among them, in the Halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live...forever.
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« on: July 30, 2009, 02:49:07 am » |
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Song title: The Mummer's Dance
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 some time 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
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"
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