Bonfires dot the rolling hills Figures dance around and around To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness Moving to the pagan sound. Somewhere in a
(Instrumental)
Harking is bonny and there lives my love My heart lies on him and cannot remove It cannot remove for all that I have done And I never will forget my
The moonlight it was dancing On the waves, out on the sea The stars of heaven hovered In a shimmering galaxy A voice from down the ages So in haunting
I come from hevin which to tell The best nowells that e'er befell To you thir tythings trew I bring And I will of them say and sing. This day to you
A blacksmith courted me 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
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
(Music: Traditional; Arranged by Loreena McKennitt) [Instrumental]
I hear some distant drumbeat A heartbeat pulsing low Is it coming from within A heartbeat I don't know A troubled heart knows no peace A dark and poisoned
This glancing life is like a morning star A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea A gentle breeze or lightning in a storm A dancing dream of all eternity
I wish I was in Carrighfergus Only for nights in Ballygrant I would swim over the deepest ocean Only for nights in Ballygrant. But the sea is wide,
Pipe intro (Ce He Mise Le Ulaingt?) composed and performed by Patrick Hutchinson Beloved, gaze in thine own heart The holy tree is growing there; From
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
Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child By by, lully, lullay, thou little tiny child By by, lully lullay O sisters too, how may we do For to preserve this
Wherein the deep night sky The stars lie in its embrace The courtyard still in its sleep And peace comes over your face. "Come to me," it sings "Hear
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
