- Silver on the Tree : Morning Glory
- Morning Glory Sun | Trees | Sun Queen | Blood Mother | Cailleagh | Sarajevo | Ana Ana | The Hazelwood | Manannan | Wych Elm | Messiah | Merry Meet
MORNING GLORY SUN
- P Thin Carolan
Morning Glory Sun
See Super Nova
Shaking loose
his Golden hair
Spreads his Goodness
everywhere
Morning Glory Sun
TREES
R Drury
Trees,
trees are wondrous things
Leaves and flowers
flutter in the breeze
Twisting and turning
into the sky
Spiralling up
into the night.
Centuries marked
upon these trees
Mystical stories
unfold in the wind
Golden leaves
they shower the sky
Sunlight beams through them
as they twirl and fly.
SUN QUEEN
- Tim Hall
Leafy green,
ever the Spring Queen
Comes to my door
Blossom of snow
what do you know
In your own heart?
Rainbows of dew
sparkling new
As ever before
Now we are here
joy sheds a tear
Time come to start
we're falling apart
'Cos you're never alone
Feel it grow in the bone
Warm breath of fellows unseen
From an inch to an hour
Like a ripening flower
Pulse from a stem
To a wakening dream.
Sun Queen,
shimmering downstream
Dazzle my soul
in a daydream,
Sun Queen,
shimmering downstream
Dazzle my soul.
Sister come slowly
where your soil is loamy
Your wish is my desire
Your love I kindle
like flax round a spindle
Come let me sit by your fire
Let me stir tenderly
your cauldron of memory
And warm up the love
in your heart
Let me cook millet
in your copper skillet
And taste of it,
lest we forget
That you're never alone
Sun Queen,
shimmering downstream
Dazzle my soul
in a daydream,
Dazzle my soul,
Queen of the maybe summertime.
BLOOD MOTHER
Tim Hall
I wanna crumble into your dust
Drown in your seas
Burn up with your desire
Blow away in your breeze.
The chattering stones
and gurgling streams
The warmth of the sun
and the caressing breeze
You are my Blood,
Blood Mother.
Red is the colour
of the river of life
Black is your body
there are stars in your eyes
Deep in your womb
my spirit is sleeping
Deep in my heart
your spirit is stirring
Put it in the pot
fill the thing up
You know there's enough
to fill everyone's cup (up)
Blood Mother.
CAILLEAGH
Tim Hall
Little boy sitting at the window
Watching the world go by
Somewhere out in Srebrenica
Another boy has to die
Watching the sky
as the clouds turn to rain
Wondering if it has to be this way
Again and again
CHORUS:
Cailleagh, Mother of all
The night crow comes
To show us our world
Cailleagh, come when we call
The night crow comes
To purify our souls
Mama crow sitting on the rooftop
Watches the world with one eye
Spreading out her feathered wings
She utters a warning cry
Look deep within
to investigate the cause
She will change everything,
we can but do
That which is ours.
CHORUS:
Cailleagh, Mother of all
The night crow comes
To show us our world
Cailleagh, come when we call
The night crow comes
To purify us all
Om kang Kalika Nama Om
SARAJEVO
- Kathy Jones/Lite
In Sarajevo
the people are dying,
Oh no
The children
and mothers are dying,
Oh no
In Sarajevo
the men with guns
are killing
At Medjugorye
she warned us all
CHORUS
Sarajevo, Siskei, Somalia
In Siskei
the people are dying,
Oh no
The children
and mothers are dying,
Oh no
In Siskei
the men with guns
are killing
At Medjugorye
Mary asked we pray
CHORUS
In Somalia
the people are dying,
Oh no
The children
and mothers are dying,
Oh no
In Somalia
the men with guns
are killing
Oh the Queen of heaven,
she warned us all
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THE HAZLEWOOD
WB Yeats / traditional / Drury
I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
And I cut and trimmed a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread
And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out
I dropped a berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout
And when I laid it on the floor
And went to blow the fire aflame
Something rustled on the floor
And someone called me by my name
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossoms in her hair
Who called me by name and ran
And faded through the brightening air
Now when I'm old from wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands
And walk among tall dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun.
MANANNAN
- Tim Hall
Watching the mist
come rolling in
Tracing soggy circles
on the mossy ground
Making tea
at my grandad's hearth
Listening out
for the pixie's laugh
Manannan
The compass point
turns round and round
Will we ever be found
Standing stone
on barren ground
Point us home
from the pixie's path
Manannan
Falling rain
on iron road
Bring me a chariot
to carry my load
Take us home
for tea and for buns
And happy tell-tales
of pixie land
Manannan
Guardian of the summerland
WYCH ELM
N Durakis
I told him
'No don't cut the Wych elm down
She's been standing in the forest
at the gateway to our town
Since the men in black
with their wooden crosses came'
Bella was a woman
who lived in our village
Healing the sick
and tending her land
Every child born
owed its life to our Bella
My first breath was drawn
by the touch of her hand
Don't put your axe against her
I swear that she will bleed
Woodsman she's a woman
leave her in peace'
Came there a young man
down to our village
Clothes black as night-time
with eyes bright and cold
The folk of the village
he loved as a priest loves
But Bella he loved
as a young man brave and bold
I cannot be yours
I belong to the Earth sir
You cannot be mine
you are sworn to the sky
Take heed of your vows priest
the Gods cannot be cheated
Not even by a heart
that is deceived by the eye
Your words gentle Bella
they mark me for callow
And I swear by the Christ now
so mark my words well
If you will not love me
you'll go to none other
As a witch you will burn
I consign thee to Hell
She's guarded by God
and by powers unknown
If you value your life/soul
woodsman leave her alone
On the eve of All Hallows
as Bella was dancing
In the light of her beacon,
naked and free
Out from the darkness
a priest came a-walking
Bella tonight
you will lie here with me
The ground underneath them
it growled and trembled
The couple were shaken
and Bella broke free
And when the quake was over
the clearing was empty
The priest stood alone
'twixt a fire and a tree
Gone is the woodsman
gone from this village
Here in the forest
I now walk alone
In the clearing the Wych elm
still stands by the river
In the grass lies an axe
and a pillar of stone
MESSIAH
Somers/Hall/Lepchani
Many mouths say Messiah,
Messiah when will come
He will rise
by the standing stones
Rise by the rising Sun King
Many mouths say the Mother
The Mother she comes soon
She was born
with the pregnant earth
Rise with the waxing Moon
Mother, Maya Mother
Many mouths say the child
The child when will come
Many mouths say the child
The child when will come
The child is born in all of us
For now our time has come
MERRY MEET
- traditional;
arrangement by Silver on the Tree
May the circle
be open yet unbroken
May the love of God and Goddess
be ever in your heart
Merry meet, merry part,
merry meet again.
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