 Blacksmith
She
Moved Through the Fair
Stolen Child
The Lark in the
Clear Air
Carrighfergus
Kellswater
Banks of Claudy
Come by the
Hills
Lullaby
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BLACKSMITH (3:20)
A blacksmith courted me
But where is my love gone
Strange news is coming to town
Don't you remember when
No witness have I none
It made a poor heart tremble
A blacksmith courted me
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My love said to me
She stepped away from me
The people were saying
And that was the last
I dreamed it last night
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Where dips the rocky highland
CHORUS
Come away oh human child
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
CHORUS
Where the wandering water gushes
CHORUS
Away with us he's going
CHORUS
For he comes, the human child
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I wish I was in Carrighfergus,
But the sea is wide, and I can't swim over.
Now in Kilkenny, it is reported,
I'm drunk today, but I'm seldom sober.
I wish I was in Carrighfergus,
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Here's a health to you bonny Kellswater
Oh it's down where yon waters run muddy
And it's this one and that one may court him
Oh a father he calls on his daughter
Oh father, dear father, I love him
Oh hard was the heartbreak I'm finding
Oh yonder there's a ship on the ocean
Oh it's yonder my Willie will be coming
For a gold ring be placed on my finger
Here's a health to you bonny Kellswater
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As I walked out one morning
I overheard a young maid
I boldly stepped up to her
I says, "Me charming creature,
"I'm in search of a faithless young man,
"This is the Bank of Claudy
Oh, don't depend of Johnny
Oh it's six long weeks or better
He's crossing the wild ocean
Oh it's when she heard this dreadful news
Saying "If Johnny he is drowned
Oh it's when he saw her loyalty
"Saying Betsy I'm the young man
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Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
Come by the hills to the land where legend remains
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
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O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
When the souls of the oppressed
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
O who can stand? O who hath caused this?
Tradicional; arranjada e adaptada por Loreena McKennitt
Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart
Wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand
He looked quite clever
And if I was with my love
I'd live forever.
With his cheeks like roses
And his good black Billycock on
Decked round with primroses
I'm afraid the scorching sun
Will shine and burn his beauty
And if I was with my love
I'd do my duty.
Strange news is carried
Strange mews flies up and down
That my love is married.
I wish them both much joy
Though they can't hear me
And may God reward him well
For the slighting of me.
You lay beside me
And you said you'd marry me
And not deny me
If I said I'd marry you
It was only for to try you
So bring your witness love
And I'll not deny you.
Save God Almighty
And may he reward you well
For the slighting of me
Her lips grew pale and wan
To think she loved a one
And be proved deceitful.
Nine months and better
He fairly won my heart
Wrote me a letter
With his hammer in his hand
He looked quite clever
And if I was with my love
I'd live forever.
SHE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR (4:05)
Traditional; arranged and adapted by Loreena McKennitt
My Mother won't mind
And me Father won't slight you
For your lack of kind
Then she stepped away from me
And this she did say
It will not be long love
Till our wedding day
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And she went her way homeward
With one star awake
As the swans in the evening
Move over the lake
No two e'er were wed
But one has a sorrow
That never has a sorrow
That never was said
And she smiled as she passed me
With her goods and her gear
That I saw of my dear.
That my true love came in
So softly she entered
Her feet made mo din
she came close beside me
And this she did say
It would not be long love
Till our wedding day.
STOLEN CHILD (5:05)
Letra de W.B. Yeats; música de Loreena McKennitt
Of sleuth wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats
There we've hid our fairy vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand
The dim grey sands with light
By far off furthest rosses
We foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles
Whilst the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
From the hills above glen car
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams
The solemned eyed
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace unto his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
THE LARK IN THE CLEAR AIR (2:06)
Música tradicional; arranjada e adaptada por Loreena McKennitt e Pat Mullin
CARRIGHFERGUS (3:24)
Tradicional, Arranjada por Loreena McKennitt e Cedric Smith
Only for nights in Ballygrant
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
Only for nights in Ballygrant.
Neither have I wings to fly,
If I could find me a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over to my love and die.
They've marble stones there as black as ink
With gold and silver I would transport her
But I'll sing no more now, till I get a drink.
A handsome rover from town to town.
Ah, but I am sick now, my days are over,
Come all you young lads and lay me down.
Only for nights in Ballygran.
KELLSWATER (5:19)
Tradicional; arranjada e adaptada por Loreena McKennitt
Where you get all the pleasures of life
Where you get all the fishing and fowling
And a bonny wee lass for your wife.
I'm afraid they will never run clear
And it's when I begin for to study
My mind is on him that's not here.
But if any one gets him but me
It's early and late I will curse them
The parting lovely Willie from me.
Two choices I'll give unto thee
Would you rather see Willie's ship a sailing
See him hung like a dog on yonder tree.
I can no longer bide it from thee
Through an acre of fire I would travel
Along with the lovely Willie to be.
She took from her full heart's delight
May the chains of old Ireland come find them
And softly their pillows at night.
And she does not know which way to steer
From the east and the west she's a-blowing
She reminds me of the charms of my dear.
He said he'd be here in the spring
And it's down by yon green shades I'll meet him
And among wild roses we'll sing.
Saying love bear this in your mind
If ever I sail from old Ireland
You'll mind I'll not leave you behind.
Where you get all the pleasures of life
Where you get all the fishing and fowling
And a bonny wee lass for your wife.
BANKS OF CLAUDY (5:37)
Tradicional, arranjada e adaptada por Loreena McKennitt
All in the month of May
Donw by a flowery garden
I carelessly did stray
In sorrow did complain,
All for her absent lover
Who plows the ranging main.
And put her in surprise.
I know she did not know me
I being in disguise
My joy, my hearts delight,
How far have you to travel
This dark and dreary night"?
Johnny is his name.
And along the Banks of Cladudy
I'm told he does remain."
Fair maid where on you stand.
But don't depend on Johnny
For he's a false young man.
For he'll no meet you here.
But tarry with me in yon green woods
No danger need you fear.
Since Johnny left the shore
He's crossing the wild ocean
Where the foam and the billows roar.
For honour and for fame.
But this I've heard, the ship was wrecked
All on the coast of Spain."
She flew into despair
By the wringing of her milk white hands
And the tearing of her hair.
No man on earth I'll take,
But through lonesome groves and valleys
I'll wander for his sake."
No longer could he stand
He flew into her arms saying
"Betsy I'm the man."
The cause of all your pain
But since we've met on Claudy Banks
We'll never part again."
COME BY THE HILLS (3:05)
Tradicional; arranjada e adaptada por Loreena McKennitt
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Where stories of old stir the heart and may yet come again
Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won
And cares of tomorrow must wait till the day is done.
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
LULLABY (4:26)
Letra de William Blake, música de Loreena McKennitt
To drown the throat of war! - When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand?
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
Throne of god, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain.
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!
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