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LYRICS FROM THE AVALON RISING CD

1. THE GREAT SELKIE Words traditional

In Norway there dwelt a maid,
"By'loo my baby," she begins,
Saying "Little know I my baby's father,
Or if land or see he's living in."

Then there arose at her bed's foot
A grumley ghaist, I'm sure was he,
Saying "Here am I, thy baby's father,
Although that I'm not comely."

"I am a man upon the land
And I am a selkie in the sea.
And when I am in my own country
My dwelling is Shule Skerry."

Then he's taken out a purse of gold
And he has put it upon her knee,
Saying "Give to me my little wee son,
And take thee up thy nurse's fee."

And it shall come to pass on a summer's day,
When the sun shines bright on every stone,
That I shall take out my little wee son
And teach him for to swim in the foam."

"And you shall marry a gunner good,
And a proud young gunner I'm sure he'll be,
And he'll go out on a fine May morning
And kill both my young son and me."

And lo, she did marry a gunner good,
And a fine young gunner I'm sure was he,
And ther very first shot that he did shoot
It killed both the son and the Great Selkie

In Norway there dwelt a maid,
"By'loo my baby," she begins,
Saying "Little know I my baby's father,
Or if land or sea he's living in."


2. WHERE THE SUNSET IS GOLDEN © 1988 Kristoph Klover

So long ago
When time moved so slow
I'm so cold.
I've waited so long
Jealously guarding my soul.
So strange to learn
To give my heart to be whole.

CH:
And you will sing me to heaven
A place where the sunset is golden
Singing and laughing as children
Patience and love our heaven

No longer alone
I finally relax my guard
The waiting is here
I try not to make it so hard
To be understanding
Sometimes I go too far

CH:
And I will sing you to heaven
A place where the sunset is golden
Singing and laughing as children
Patience and love our heaven


3. ANDRAY SOULET Matteo de Perugia (15th c.)

Andray soulet au mielz que je pouray
Jusque a le tamps primier Dalsolre
Lors tu prendras desus Alamire:
S'ainsi fera le tierz, canterons gay.


4. PERILOUS GARDE© 1990 Kristoph Klover

I sat by myself
And sank into light
For all time is now
Reach out your hand
Take me to a distant land
In the days of you(th)

I left there long ago
Paradise of the soul
Now I long for you
Take this cup from me
I cannot drink its darkened light
So I'll search for you(th)

CH:
And sail on a ship at sea
On wings of song fly free
Sail for mystery
To the ends of the wine dark sea


I sang to myself
Of a land rich and green
Where I walked with you
Where the air is sweet
Milk and honey at my feet
In the days of you(th)

CH

I'll return to your fair land
And I'll take your lily hand
And love will bloom bright
Just as in my youth
I'll come into this Perilous Garde
Drink the wine of life

CH


5. CONTRE LE TENS/TODA COUSA
Thibaut de Champagne (13th c.)/Court of Alfonso X (13th c.)
translations by Margaret Davis


Contre le tens qui devise
Yver et pluie d'este
Et la mauvais se debrise
Qui de lonc tens n'a chante
Ferai chancon car a gre
Me vient que j'ai en pense
Amores qui en moi s'est mise
Bien m'a droit son dart gete
(During that time between winter and the rains of summer
when the blackbird sings who hasn't sung for such a long time,
I will make a song, because the desire comes to me,
and I have been thinking about it. Love, who has lodged in me,
has indeed struck me straight in the heart with his arrow.)


Toda cousa que a Virgen seja prometuda,
Dereit'e: et gran razon que lle seja teuda.
D'est'un fremoso miragre fez Santa Maria
En Chartres por hua moller que jurad'avia
Que non fezesse no sabado obra sabuda
Per que a Santa Maria ouvesse sannuda.
(All those who ever promise something to the virgin,
it is just and there is great reason that they keep that.
It is of a wonderful miracle done by Holy Mary in Chartres
for a woman who swore an oath that she would never work on Saturday...)

6. TO THE SEA ©1983 Deirdre McCarthy

I hear tales of lives of hard times
I hear tales of life at sea
I hear tales of nights of madness
I hear tales of nights so free.

Then I think of foreign shores
And I dream of ocean swells
And when I sit and think of nothing
Then my mind goes to the sea

To the sea, to the sea
Then my mind goes to the sea
And when I sit and think of nothing
Then my mind goes to the sea

I have never left the ocean
I have never left her shore
But I've never lain upon her breast
As the sailing men of yore

But now I long to feel her gentle swell
And yearn to brave her wrath
And I'm looking for that special boat
That will take me to the sea

To the sea, to the sea
That will take me to the sea
And I'm looking for that magic boat
That will take me to the sea

As a captain limps his boat to berth
Or as he soars it free back home
It doesn't matter what the sea has done
For his heart will never roam

And he knows this is his gladness
And he knows this is his joy
He will love that wild lady
He has come to call the sea

Call the sea, call the sea
We have come to call her the sea
He'll always love that wild lady
We have come to call the sea

As I sit upon the dockyard pier,
These thoughts race through my mind
And I think about the men out there
I wonder at the joy they find

As I hear the foghorns calling
Out their low and mournful sound
I dream of the day when I find a man
Who will take me to the sea

To the sea, to the sea
Who will take me to the sea
I dream of the day when I find the man
Who will take me to the sea


7. GOD WALKS AMONG US © 1989 Kristoph Klover

God walks among us
She doesn't wear shoes
Can't afford airplanes
Her whole life's a blues
But she doesn't mind the color
The stars adorn her hair
She waits outside in weather/whether
We choose to care

She holds herself hostage
To ransom our souls
She stands in the doorway
Until we are whole
For the world outside has touched us
We cannot leave her there
We wair outside in weather/whether
We choose to care

God wakes among us
Stands in our shoes
Wraps the world 'round us
Singing the blues
For we are all her children
She loves us every one
She waits with tender mercy
Until we all come home

8. DARK MOON CIRCLE ©1981 Cynthia McQuillin

Lady, hey, steal away--
Join us in the woodlands.
Revel high through the night
Until the dawn is at hand

CH:
Nightingale sings and wails;
She's our secret keeping.
Dead of night, dark moon light,
All the men are sleeping--
All the men are sleeping


Spirit high, come dance with me,
Air and earth and water free.
Lay your hand upon my breast,
Take me to your blessed rest.

CH:
Nightingale sings and wails;
She's our secret keeping.
Dead of night, dark moon light,
All the men are sleeping--
All the men are sleeping


Gladly join the circle dance,
There's no telling what may chance.
Linger while the fires die,
With the sacred lover lie.

CH:
Nightingale sings and wails;
She's our secret keeping.
Dead of night, dark moon light,
All the men are sleeping--
All the men are sleeping


Lady, hey, steal away--
Join us in the woodlands.
Revel high through the night,
Until the dawn is at hand.

CH:
Nightingale sings and wails;
She's our secret keeping.
Dead of night, dark moon light,
All the men are sleeping--
All the men are sleeping


9. REBORN ©1979,1993 Pete Gascoyne

When I was younger,'bout a thousand years ago
I was a tiger and a warrior of the snow
Once born a creature that I hardly could describe
My lives were many and so many times I've died

The wonders that I've seen
Are fodder for a thousand dreams
I've touched so many lives
And looked at life through different eyes
You seem familiar, I've seen your soul before
Our first encounter, twenty-one or fifty-four
I am a traveller over space and over time
I've lived in bodies that didn't feel like mine
I've been on planets encircling distant suns
Magical landscapes where life had just begun
Our paths have crossed before,
A distant world, a foreign shore
We've shared a time and place
And occupied a common space
You feel familiar, I've shared your soul before
We've been connected, I want to know you more

Surely time has kept us apart
Though you've remained inside my heart
Four hundred years in solitude
Yet each day held something new

We've been alone so many times and still we've gotten through

I'd gladly be reborn each time anew
If I could spend eternity with you

And so my story
Doesn't seem to have an end
We are both riders on a journey here and then
If we are lucky, our lives will touch again
You, my companion, are my close and dearest friend

We'll get along just fine
In separate worlds in separate times
And we'll be born somewhere
As two souls in a body shared
You're so familiar, I've been your soul before
We lack as seperates, combined we're so much more

I've travelled memories to be reborn


10. BLACK DAVIE'S RIDE © 1989 Cynthia McQuillin

Black Davie's riding on down the post road
Thinking of silver, thinking of gold
Wondering why all the nights are so cold,
Who will you be with when you are old?

CH:
Highwayman, highwayman, what do you dream?
Are you a gentleman serving the queen?
Are you a rich man, servants by your side--
Or do you dream of another man's bride?


Her hair was dark and all pinned up with gold,
Her lips were red, and her eyes were so bold.
You thought to have her, but the price would be your soul.
What kind of woman takes money to hold?

CH:
Highwayman, highwayman, what do you dream?
Are you a gentleman serving the queen?
Are you a rich man, servants by your side--
Or do you dream of another man's bride?


When night were warmer and your soul was young,
There were so many things you would not have done,
But when you dance all night and sing the songs you've sung--
You pay the piper, and now the time has come...

CH:
Highwayman, highwayman, what do you dream?
Are you a gentleman serving the queen?
Are you a rich man, servants by your side--
Or do you dream of another man's bride?


You've stolen silver and gold at her command,
You've given everything you had to make her stand,
But you could never steal enough to win her hand--
And now she's married and left you to hang!

CH:
Highwayman, highwayman, what do you dream?
Are you a gentleman serving the queen?
Are you a rich man, servants by your side--
Or do you dream of another man's bride?

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