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Loreena Mckennitt The Visit

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

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

Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages Golden lads and

The thundering waves are calling me home to you The pounding sea is calling me home to you On a dark new year's night On the west coast of Clare I heard

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,

Traduzione: McKennitt, Loreena. Commenti pista alla visita.

Let all that are to mirth inclined Consider well and bear in mind What our good God for us has done In sending his beloved Son For to redeem our souls

Traduzione: McKennitt, Loreena. Lasciate che tutti quelli che sono inclinati Per Mirth.

: Let all that are to mirth inclined Consider well and bear in mind What our good God for us has done In sending his beloved Son For to redeem our souls