Of all the money that here I spent, I spent it in good company And of all the harm that here Ive done, alas was done to none but me And all Ive done for
O, bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand And the more I think on you, the more I think long If I had you now as I had once before All the lords in
from the NFB film GODDESS REMEMBERED Music by Loreena McKennitt L.M.: Vocals, Synthetic Textures GEORGE KOLLER: Cello Mixed by John Whynot at Metal Works
The wind was a torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight
Alas my love you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously; And I have loved you oh so long Delighting in your company. Greensleeves was my delight
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She went looking for the solution To a problem that did not exist She found answer and she found some friends there Consciousness raising as a social
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea Where the rivers run clear and the
Trad. arr. by Loreena McKennitt and Pat Mullin
Music and lyric by Loreena McKennitt See there, past that far-off hill A tower held in the sky Hear there, in that dark blue night The music calling
Where dips the rocky highland Of sleuth wood in the lake There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats There we've hid our
Music and lyric: Loreena McKennitt Now that the time has come Soon gone is the day There upon some distant shore You'll hear me say Long as the day
In the bleak mid-winter frosty winds made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow In the bleak mid
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
O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue To drown the throat of war! - When the senses Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, Who can stand?
Music and lyric: Loreena McKennitt This glancing life is like a morning star A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea A gentle breeze or lightning in a
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
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