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From Misty Lands

From Misty Lands is a selection of Celtic songs we love.

Loreena McKennitt

LorennaMckennitt “The Lady of Shalott”            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MU_Tn-HxULM&feature=related

On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
 
 Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs forever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
the Lady of Shalott.

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Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower’d Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers “’tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott.”

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay,
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

 And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue
The Knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady Of Shalott.

She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue
The Knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look’d down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack’d from side to side;
“The Curse is come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance–
With a glassy countenance
did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

 Heard a carold, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn’d to tower’d Camelot.
For ere she reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burger, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.

 

Enya

enya

 “Athair Ar Neamh” (=Father in Heaven)                http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvOeDWynY4o

prayer

   
Athair ar Neamh, Dia linn
Athair ar Neamh, Dia liom
M’anam, mo chroí, mo ghlóir,
moladh duit, a Dhia.
Fada an lá, go sámh
Fada an oích’, gan ghruaim
Aoibhneas, áthas, grá,
moladh duit, a Dhia.Móraim thú ó lá go lá.
Móraim thú ó oích’ go hóich’.Athair ar Neamh, Dia linn
Athair ar Neamh, Dia liom
An ghealach, an ghrian, an ghaoth,
moladh duit, a Dhia.
Father in Heaven, God bless us
Father in Heaven, God bless me
My soul, my heart, my glory,
praise to you, God.
Long is the peaceful day
Long is the night without gloom
Delight, joy, love,
praise to you, God.I glorify you day after day.
I glorify you night after night.Father in Heaven, God bless us
Father in Heaven, God bless me
The moon, the sun, the wind,
praise to you, God.

 

Celtic Woman

CelticWoman

“Orinoco Flow”                                         http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FV5jNvDnxc

Let me sail let me sail let the Orinoco Flow
Let me reach let me beach on the shores of Tripoli
Let me sail let me sail let me crash upon your shore
Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea
Deh deh deh deh deh deh
Deh deh deh deh deh deh
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
From Bissan to Palau in the shade of Avalon
From Fiji to Tiree and the isles of Ebony
From Peru to Cebu feel the power of Babylon
From Bali to Cali far beneath the Coral Sea
 
orinoco flowDeh deh deh deh deh deh
Deh deh deh deh deh deh
From Bissau to Palau
In the shade of Avalon
We can sail we can sail
Sailaway sailaway sailaway

We can reach we can beach far beyond the Yellow Sea
We can sail we can sail
Sailaway sailaway sailaway

From Peru to Cebu
Hear the power of Babylon
We can sail we can sail
Sailaway sailaway sailaway

We can sail we can sail
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
Ahhh aahhh ah
Ahhh aahhh ah
Ahhh.

Turn it up turn it up turn it up
Ah-ah-adieu ooh
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
Ah-ah-adieu ooh
Turn it up turn it up turn it up
Ah-ah-adieu ooh

Sailaway sailaway sailaway
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
From the North to the South, Ebudae unto Khartoum
From the deep Sea of Clouds to the Island of the Moon
Carry me on the waves to the lands I’ve never been
Carry me on the waves to the lands I’ve never seen
We can sail, with the Orinoco Flow
We can sail we can sail with the Orinoco Flow
We can steer we can near with Rob Dickins at the wheel
We can sigh, say goodbye
Ross and his dependencies
We can sail we can sail
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
We can reach we can beach
On the shores of tripoli
We can sail we can sail
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
From bali to cali far beneath the coral sea
We can sail we can sail
Sailaway sailaway sailaway
 
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