WHITE WILLOW LYRICS

1. Snowfall

Frost in a churchyard, silent falls the snow Silent on gravestones cold, on stories old So softly spoken, whispers from below Heard by a searching ear

A mocking voice calls, calls from Limbo's gloom "In time the living die, the dead remain" The snow will cover living men and dead All in its pure white cloak

2. Lord Of Night

Come dance with me through the mists of night To the dark and slumbering woodlands Where roam the nocturnal, spectral beasts Drawn by their master's calling

Black ivy climbs up the broken walls Where a castle once presided The glare of the stars through velvet sky Lends life to rotting ruins

Of dew and mold we shall spin a dream That will match a demon's fancy A whisper from ancient hollow stones Of fairy rings and phantoms

Keep close to me for the wind is still And the Lord of Night is calling A gift I have brought on New Moon's Eve Of innocence and pale skin

3. Song

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain; And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.

4. Ingenting

En sang kan handle om så mangt Om kråkeskrik og måneskinn Om snodighet og tankespinn Om veien hjem til hånden din Denne sangen min er om ingenting

Så spar vi frem en melodi Og får den lille viser'n til å gli Klokka er ikke mer enn ti Og det er alt jeg har å si Denne sangen min er om ingentin

5. The Withering Of The Boughs

I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds: "Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will, I long for your merry and tender and pitiful words, For the roads are unending, and there is no place to my mind." The honey-pale moon lay low on the sleepy hill, And I fell asleep upon lonely Echtge of streams. No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind; The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.

I know of the leafy paths that the witches take Who come with their crowns of pearl and their spindles of wool, And their secret smile, out of the depths of the lake; I know where a dim moon drifts, where the Danaan kind Wind and unwind dancing when the light grows cool On the island lawns, their feet where the pale foam gleams. No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind; The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.

I know of the sleepy country, where swans fly round Coupled with golden chains, and sing as they fly. A king and a queen are wandering there, and the sound Has made them so happy and hopeless, so deaf and so blind With wisdom, they wander till all the years have gone by; I know, and the curlew and peewit on Echtge of streams. No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind; The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.

6. Lines On An Autumnal Evening

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7. Now In These Fairy Lands

Now in these fairylands gather your weary hands Close to your breast and be at rest Now in these silences lean to the cadences Moulding their grace to the line of your face Now at the end of all, loveliest friend of all All things are your in this peace that endures

Flowers and butterflies, dew-drops in grass Suddenly quiet as painted glass And fishes of emerald dive for the moon Whose silver is stained by the peacock lagoon Since it is evening and sailing weather Let us set out for this dream togethe

8. Piletreet

9. Till He Arrives

When summer nights are warm and bright And fill the gardens with delight When morning still is out of sight Pale orchids glow with lunar light And you won't make a sound As I lead you all the way

When summer nights are warm and bright And fill the gardens with delight I wish you may I wish you might Reach out and touch that hollow fright Then I won't shed a tear As you lead me on your way

Well, summer nights are warm and bright And fill the gardens with delight But cold and dark are autumn nights And gardens pale with frosty white And you won't turn around As He leads you down that way

10. Cryptomenysis

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11. Signs

The moving moon went up the sky, And no where did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside

12. John Dee's Lament

It was twilight by the river I lay lazing with my love We were wondering and dreaming Of the starlit worlds above Where the crimson turns to purple And the purple turns to blue How we wished that we could dive into That strange unearthly hue

Distant moonwhispers and starsongs Dance like fireflies at night So dark and rich in melody So sad yet filled with light Where the blue comes out of purple Where the black succeeds the blue The air vibrates a wistful song I have not seen my love for long





WHITE WILLOW LYRICS