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BEGIN
03:56
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Here at last I finally begin, not without excitement
I feel this won't be easy, but I like the twilit world
The traveller is vulnerable and charmed, a distinct aloneness
A sense of doom visits me, but I like the twilit world
I am innocent as I press further into darkness
Just at the edge of the picnic, the crumb that got away
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FISHERMAN'S SONG
06:46
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By the storm torn shoreline
A woman is standing,
The spray strung like jewels in her hair.
And the sea tore the rocks
Near that desolate landing,
As though it had known she stood there.
For she has come down
To condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man.
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning,
And it's feared she's gone down
With all hands.
Oh and white were the wave caps
And wild was their parting.
So fierce is the warring of love.
But she prayed to the gods,
Both of men and of sailors,
Not to cast their cruel nets
O'er her love.
Now she has come down
To condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man.
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning,
And it's feared she's gone down
With all hands.
There's a school on the hill
Where the sons of dead fathers
Are led toward tempests and gales.
Where their God-given wings
Are clipped close to their bodies,
And their eyes are bound round
With ship's sails.
And she has come down
To condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man.
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning,
And it's feared she's gone down
With all hands.
What force leads a man
To a life filled with danger
High on seas or a mile underground?
It's when need is his master
And poverty's no stranger,
And there's no other work to be found.
But she has come down
To condemn that wild ocean
For the murderous loss of her man.
His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning,
And it's feared she's gone down
With all hands.
by Andy M. Stewart
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YDUN
08:13
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Creekside, a figure dressed in white
Face in shadow, gown alight
Standing tall, stilling time
Across the water, the wind sings rhymes for you
Ydun, mountain child
Whisper your story to me, sing it in rhyme
Mountain maid, mountain wife
Green, soft patches through the clay
Sunlit paints gems upon the day
Sloping meadows, hidden flowers to find
Look to the shadows on the other side, Ydun
Ydun, mountain child
Whisper your story to me, sing it in rhyme
Mountain maid, mountain wife
Ydun, born on a mountain side
Follow a pathway none can find
A turquoise lake holding the sky
A laugh, a shout, somewhere in time, Ydun
Ydun, mountain child
Whisper your story to me, sing it in rhyme
Told through the ages, a valley at a time
Mountain maid, you mountain wife
No mortal hand will take the mountain child
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SUGAR CAMP
02:52
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Let us go to the sugar camp, while the snow lies on the ground
Live in a birch-bark wigwam, all the children and the older folk
While the people are at work
Cut a notch in the maple tree, set a pail on the ground below
Soon the sap will be flowing, from the tree it will be flowing
All the people are at work
Make a fire in the sugar lodge, so that we may boil the sap
Bring all the wooden ladles, set the wooden trough for graining
All the people are at work
In the snow see the rabbit tracks, hear the note of the chickadee
We must not stop to follow them, 'tis the season of the sugar camp
All the people are at work
Bring the sap from the maple trees, pour the sap in the iron pot
See how it steams and bubbles, may we have a little taste of it?
All the people are at work
Pour the syrup in the graining trough, stir it slowly as it thicker grows
Now it has changed to sugar, we may eat it in a birch-bark dish
There is sugar for us all !
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WIDDERSHINS
05:30
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We walk the witch's garden, my Gudrin and me
We walk the witch's garden in the shadow of the trees
The animals are here and their green eyes shine
Unweaving the strands of time, unweaving the strands of time
Counterclockwise, counterclockwise, widdershins it begins,
turn back time
We circle the hawthorne to unwind the morning, we circle the henbane to unwind the day
Avian voices sing a mantle of green, can the world be as glad as it seems? Can the world be as glad as it seems?
Counterclockwise, counterclockwise, widdershins, it begins,
turn back time..
Time before and time beside the bright past, first and everlast
I have always been here in this garden
Time to come, a time to greet the dark star, rising ever far
I will always be here in this garden
We walk under starlight to a chorus of frogs, who halt as a branch breaks, but wakes not the dogs
In the black oak here, the winter resides
Back where the earliest voice still abides, back where a sleeping newborn will arrive .
Counterclockwise, counterclockwise, widdershins, it begins, turn back time...
Time before and time beside the bright past, first and everlast
I have always been here in this garden
Time to come, a time to greet the dark star, rising ever far
I will always be here in this garden
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HIAWATHA
08:38
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By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, by the shining big-sea waters
Stood the wigwam of Nakomis, daughter-of-the-moon Nakomis
Dark behind rose the forest, rose the dark and gloomy pine trees
Bright in front beat the water, beat the clear and shining water
Here the wrinkled, old Nakomis cared for little Hiawatha
Rocked him in his linden cradle, bedded soft with moss and rushes
And she hushed the baby's crying, lulled him into slumber singing
Who is this that lights the wigwam? Ewa-yea, my little owlet.
O Hiawatha !
Many things Nakomis taught him, of the stars that shine in heaven
Showed him Ishkoodah the comet, Ishkoodah with fiery tresses
Showed the broad, white road in heaven, pathway of the ghosts & shadows
Running straight across the heavens, crowded w/ the ghosts and shadows
At the door on summer evenings sat the little Hiawatha
Minne-wah-wah said the pine trees, mudway-aushka said the water
Saw the firefly wah-wah-taysee, sang the songs Nakomis taught him
Wah-wah-taysee little firefly, little dancing white-fire creature
O Hiawatha !
Saw a rainbow in the heavens, in the eastern sky the rainbow
Whispered "What is that Nakomis?" and the good Nakomis answered
"All the wild-flowers of the forest, all the lilies of the prairie
When on earth they fade and parish, blossom in that heaven up above."
From the beasts he learned their language, learned their names and all their secrets
Spoke with them whene'er he met them, called them "Hiawatha's Brothers"
O Hiawatha !
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Troubadours of animist, otherworldly folk rock and story since 1998, FAUN FABLES are known for exquisite, visceral adventures in song and live performance. Dawn McCarthy's voice opens hearts and minds from a whisper to a rallying battle cry into her mythical world, animated by the adventurous musicality and vocals of partner Nils Frykdahl (Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, Free Salamander Exhibit). ... more
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