COURTYARD LULLABY

Words and music by Loreena McKennitt

Wherein the deep night sky
The stars lie in its embrace
The courtyard still in its sleep
And peace comes over your face.

“Come to me,” it sings
“Hear the pulse of the land
The ocean’s rhythms pull
To hold your heart in its hand.”

And when the wind draws strong
Across the cypress trees
The nightbirds cease their songs
So gathers memories.

Last night you spoke of a dream
Where forests stretched to the east
And each bird sang its song
A unicorn joined in a feast

And in a corner stood
A pomegranate tree
With wild flowers there
No mortal eye could see

Yet still some mystery befalls
Sure as the cock crows at morn
The world in stillness keeps
The secret of babes to be born

I heard an old voice say
“Don’t go far from the land
The seasons have their way
No mortal can understand.”

Just had to share another with you her lyrics are so beautiful and they appeal to Canola the Mother of Music and Dance. Kinda describes my mood at times.

BREAKING THE SILENCE

Words and music by Loreena McKennitt

I hear some distant drumbeat
A heartbeat pulsing low
Is it coming from within
A heartbeat I don’t know
A troubled heart knows no peace
A dark and poisoned pool
Of liberty now lost
A pawn, an oppressor’s tool

Oh my heart be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words
When I know there’s life within

A gunfire shatters silence
Where birds once sweetly sang
A mother cradles a child now dead
Now death where life began

From the troubled heart of South Africa
Nicaragua ’s festering sore
The turmoil on the streets of china
Death crying out for more

CHORUS

A change is slow in coming
My eyes can scarcely see
The rays of hope come streaming
Through the smoke of apathy

But oh my heart be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words
When I know there’s life within

May the spirit never die
Though a troubled heart feels pain
When this long winter is over
It will blossom once again

A colleague was listening to this Artists music, it was late in the evening. Her voice echoed throughout the warehouse with haunting clarity. I made inquiries and now own a few of her CD’s. If you are so inclined listen to the samples on the site and enjoy.

Literary Guild: for members old and new!

Mernac’s Literary Guild is a weekly Tuesday chat, where we will discuss a Mernac Legend in the same format as a Book Club. To sign up, contact Elsen via private message or comment to this story. We will be accepting people until February 26, 2008. Elsen will contact all interested individuals on February 27, 2008 with any relevant details and/or updates for the first chat. (if you prefer to be contacted by email instead of private message, please email elsen at prefix: elsen suffix: @mernac.com