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
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
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
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?
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
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads
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
In one of these lonely Orkney Isles There dwelled a maiden fair. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were blue She had yellow, curling hair. Which caught
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
a bonny wee lass for your wife. Oh it's down where yon waters run muddy I'm afraid they will never run clear And it's when I begin for to study My
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 love
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