In Gowan Ring все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

aurora of the valley
of the mountain of the stream
where have you taken my love?
oh where have you taken my love?
through fields of wildflowers honey and wine

maroon clover was he your lover
are you now in his arms, oh are you now in his arms

For to see Mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I traveled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel.

Still I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air

Come wind come
Tarry with me for a while
Bind your coast to my desire
Come let a waft in my eye
And hold my words deep purpose
Inside your heartless disguise

If by chance

And then in the springtime
Remember our stashed away
Bottles of dandelion wine

A day in the orchard
Lost from everything
Found last hours

Give to me the token
By light of full moon glare
Speak the flower's ardour
A blade unto the air
Lift a lonely finger
To touch of my heart skin
The world becomes a muscle
Released in gentle flexion

Hazel Steps Through A Weathered Home-2002

1. The Orb Weavers (5:06)
2. Hazel Steps (5:09)
3. The Seer and the Seen (3:23)
4. Kingdom of the Shades (6:42)
5. Morning's Waking Dream (6:06)
6. A Poet's Lyre (5:30)

Without paper without ink
Would you set out to think
A song that never was sung
With words that were not spoken
On lines that have not hung
The signs that leave no token
Stray with me the strands of intricate layers
Strong and swift, swim within this stream

Shimmers splendent merge, laden tendrils waver
Descending drops of water disperse in lucid layer
A smile spread over rainbow sky
Refracted in the raindrops crying eye
They fall away to where the sun hangs brightly
Trickling down where on the dews are shown
In the play of moments moving lightly
On the grounds of morning's blooming down

Rose hip November - autumn I'll remember
Gold landing at our door
Catch one leaf and fortune will surround you evermore

Pine tree very tall, waiting for snow to fall
Mist hangs very still
Caught by dawn in castle moats around the sleeping hill

Prayer unsaid, mass unsung
Dead man's urge must still be wrung
Dingo dong, the dead bell's sound
Mermen chant his durger on

Wash him bloodless, smooth and fair
Stretch his limbs and sleek his hair
Ding and dong, the dead bell's gone

Sial sings songs south of the river - Sial the sage
Sial serves voices so strangely they seem - Sial the mourner
There are no challengers here to his strange mystery
In the ages when his wild angels were wandering
South of the river to the cemetery calling
Out of the wild wilderness wandering
The forest of bones amid the wild wolves howling

The sands collect the signs of the ocean
The winds hold sway to swell the motion
The breeze that breathes upon the skin
The leaves that leave yet only a skein
Along, within, and through the years
As stray as they never knew the way
Allay the doubt, subdue the fear
Afraid they never knew your name

In a jar of alchemy
The sands of mind washed in from the sea on a sinking boat
Navigating the tangled thread
In a snag at the edge of the bed a well-worn plot
Written in an aching need
The book with the shining seed could not float
I awoke in the early morning
I thought to tell you something

To Thrum a Glassy Stem
on fragmenting taffeta mirrors
Manacled to an earthen house
Over two bending knees an iron chain
Beatle, bone and stone
Pine for a love unknown
though winged soporific dreams
Lay sprawled, waiting expansive

Wind away the hours
Laid up to the sun
Hide behind two towers
When all the world's work is done
Set a life upon the way to bide
All that bodies become
Left alone along the lay to bind
All the mind has shunned

Two Wax Dolls, blue-yellow braided
Wrapped up in scrolls, splayed into folds
with limbs two and four, face within faces
that scatter in hews of gleaming gambol

Blood-tied scrolls wrapped between
Wings cross-meshed, star-skin bodies
Link the needle stuck thru my eyes,

The wind that cracks the leaves
Has scattered all the seed
Lo, the light limned low
Low to the ground

The time is all I own
And time is come and gone
The limbs of life left low