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Lyrics
Behind The Stone
Copyright
©RobynSutherland 2004
Remember us who
Remain to keep
The secret hidden
Now behind the stone
Far away for
None to see
Until the day
The golden light
Shines upon the dawn
Tempest Lament
Copyright
©RobynSutherland 2004
Over the sea there's a fair ship a'sail
On her the lady, about whom this tale
She travelled the ocean for her lover's hand
Far away from her homeland
Wilder
the fierce wind than any had seen
Fear struck the hearts
of the brave lads upon the sea
The lady stood silent, pale in the night
And her tears they fell, in the stormy light
Sleep my lover - rest this night
As the wind calls your name
I hear you cry
One
life was gone with the break of day
One life - the price to pay
For passage of voyage there's always a cost
And the waters took payment and one life was lost
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My
lover sleeps in the stormy night sea
Her love will always be with me
My heart has been broken - never will it mend
Since the sea took the life of my lady fair
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Heavenly Child
Copyright
©RobynSutherland 2004
Sleep
baby - be still and close your eyes
Hush now - embrace the spell of night
Until the birds sing
Until the sunrise
Sleep now - my heavenly child
Sleep baby - let the world pass you by
Hush now - safe in the arms of love
Until the birds sing
Until the days new light
Sleep now - my heavenly child
Sleep baby - sweet be your dreams tonight
Hush now - rest here with my heart
Until the birds sing
Until the sunrise / new light
Sleep now - my heavenly child
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Gaudete
Traditional
15th Century
Gaudete
Gaudete Christus est natus
Ex Maria virginae, gaudete
Gaudete
Gaudete Christus est natus
Ex Maria virginae, gaudete
Tempus
ad est gratiae
hoc quod optabamus
Carmina laetitiae
devote redamus
Ch
Deus
homo factus
est natarum erante
Mundus renovatus
est a Christo regnante
Ch
Ezecheelis
porta
clausa per transitor
Unde lux est orta
sallus invenitor
Ch
Ergo
nostra contio
psallat jam in lustro
Benedict domino
sallus regi nostro
Gaudete
Gaudete Christus est natus
Ex Maria virginae gaudete
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Mother's Lullaby
Copyright
©RobynSutherland 2004
Hush
little baby don’t you cry
Mama’s gonna sing you a lullaby
She
calls my name
Baby I love you
Says it’s ok
There is more than I see
Joy of understanding
She comes in my abandon
Her eyes look down
I know she’s near now
All around
Happiness is here now
Colour revolving
Washing me golden
Her timeless world
A voice across the distance
A song I’ve never heard
Mother’s lullaby begins
My eyes are open
Doorway I’m beholding
Hush
little baby don’t you cry
Mama’s gonna sing you a lullaby
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Orange and Gold
Copyright
©RobynSutherland 2004
Inspired by the 4 seasons, Winter, Summer, Spring and Autumn and also talking about the stages of our lives from birth to death. The Orange and Gold leaves dancing in the firelight are a reference to that which we hold dear to us in our lives, our passion, and encourages us to hold it close, always remember it's importance and to keep the fire burning.
Only
the winter leaves the earth
A white magical playground
Only the winter leaves the earth
Silent and cold - til Spring cues rebirth
Spring
rain, flowers anew
Life is calling - calling you
Seeds awaken, flowers bloom
Springtime - life comes anew
Then
Summer, dresses the ground
Warms the earth
With her sweet Summer sounds
Stars sing in the sky above
Summertime - is the time for love
To
the Autumn - prepare
For the time inevitably ahead
Leaves dance in the fire light
Orange and gold
Keep that fire in your heart tonight
Our
energy circles around
Treat it wisely, harbour it well
Our energy circles around
Like the orange and gold
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Post Lapidem
Copyright ©RobynSutherland 2004
Latin
translation Keith
Hunter
Nostri
mementote
Quorum remanemus
ut celatum celeamus
nunc post lapidem
longingquum occultum
ne quis dum prima luce videat
illa cum aurea lucebit
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Coventry Carol
Traditional
16th Century English
Lully,
lulla, thou little tiny child,
By by lully lullay
O sisters too,
How may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling,
For whom we do sing,
By By lully lullay?
Herod
the king,
In his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might,
In his own sight,
All young children to slay
That
woe is me
Poor child for thee!
And ever morn and day,
For thy parting
Neither say nor sing
By by lully lullay!
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last updated 16th May 2010
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