Yes indeed, it's the return of the Weird Lyrics Posts For Choir Geeks!
These are lyrics to the song briefly mentioned in Ember to Ember, chapter 3 (July). If the links have expired, please send me an e-mail at
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Labour of Love, by Stephen Hatfield
(Chorus)
Take me somewhere (carry me somewhere)
Take me somewhere (carry me somewhere)
Take me somewhere (carry me somewhere)
Carry me on...
Carry me to somewhere, wherever
Carry me to somewhere, wherever
Carry me to somewhere, wherever
Carry me on,
To where there are people like me...
They brought me to the doctor,
She said it's the clearest case I've ever seen,
This kid needs a ransom,
She needs a genie,
She needs a ship sailing where
She was always meant to be
Chorus
They brought me next to the altar,
I know how you feel, said the voice behind the screen
This world needs a ransom,
We need a genie,
We need a ship sailing where
We were always meant to be
Chorus
We're standing here in our order,
The chords in our voice hoist the sails into the breeze,
We'll give you our heart,
Give you our breathing,
Give you the ship that could sail
Abelard to Eloise
And you know I'll be looking for someone,
And I'll be looking for someone,
And I'll be
Looking out for you there,
Somewhere there are people like me,
Somewhere there are people like me,
Somewhere there are people like me...
(This isn't a children's choir, sadly, though the song is often sung by children. This is the women's section of my choir. During a rehearsal. Not exactly sterling sound quality, sorry.)
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These are lyrics to the songs sung/mentioned in Ember to Ember, chapter 4 (August).
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Pachelbel Canon in D, by Pachelbel (composer of choral arrangement unknown)
LatinEnglish
Sanctus, Sanctus,Holy, Holy,
Benedictus qui venit in nomine DomineBlessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord
...
Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabbaoth,Holy Lord God of Hosts,
Pleni sunt coeli et terra Gloria Full are heaven and earth of glory
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Beati Quorum Via, by Sir Charles Villiers Stanford
LatinEnglish
Beati quorum via integra estBlessed are those whose path is virtuous
Qui ambulant in leger DomineWho walk in the law of the Lord
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Miserere Mei, Deus (W 1-4, 17-20), by Gregorio Allegri
LatinEnglish
Miserere mei, Deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam.Have mercy on me, O God, in your goodness,
Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquitatem mean.In your great tenderness wipe away my faults;
Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et a peccato meo munda me.Wash me clean of my guilt, purify me from my sin.
Quoniam iniquitatem mean ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper.For I am well aware of my faults, I have my sin constantly in mind.
Quoniam si voluisses sacrificium, dedissem utique : holocaustis non dedectaberis.Sacrifice gives you no pleasure, were I to offer holocaust, you would not have it.
Sacrificium Deo spiritus contribulatus : cor contritum et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies.My sacrifice is this broken spirit, you will not scorn this crushed and broken heart.
Benigne fac, Domine, in bona voluntate tua Sion : ut ædificentur muri Jerusalem.Show your favour graciously to Zion, rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Tunc acceptabis sacrificium justitiae, oblationes et holocausta: tunc imponent super altare tuum vitulos.Then there will be proper sacrifice to please you - holocaust and whole oblation - and young bulls to be offered on your altar.
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Requiem - Lacrymosa, W. A. Mozart
LatinEnglish
Lacrymosa dies illaMournful that day
Qua resurget ex favillaWhen from the ashes shall rise
Judicandus homo reusGuilty man to be judged
Lacrymosa dies illaMournful that day
Qua resurget ex favillaWhen from the ashes shall rise
Judicandus homo reusGuilty man to be judged
Huic ergo parce deusLord, have mercy on him
Pie Jesu domineGentle Lord Jesus
Dona eis requiemGrant them rest
RequiemRest
Amen.
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These are lyrics to the songs sung during the concert in Ember to Ember, chapter 6 (October).
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Suo Gân, arrangement by John Williams
WelshEnglish
Huna blentyn yn fy mynwes Sleep my baby, at my breast,
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon; ’Tis a mother’s arms round you.
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat, Make yourself a snug, warm nest.
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron; Feel my love forever new.
...
Ni cha' dim amharu'th gyntun, Harm will not meet you in sleep,
Ni wna undyn â thi gam; Hurt will always pass you by.
Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn, Child beloved, always you’ll keep,
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam. In sleep gentle, mother’s breast nigh.
...
Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen Do not fear the sound, it’s a breeze
Gura, gura ar y ddôr; Brushing leaves against the door.
Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig Do not dread the murmuring seas,
Sua, sua ar lan y môr; Lonely waves washing the shore.
...
Huna blentyn, nid oes yma Sleep child mine, there’s nothing here,
Ddim i roddi iti fraw; While in slumber at my breast,
Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes Angels smiling, have no fear,
Ar yr engyl gwynion draw. Holy angels guard your rest.
This is a traditional Welsh lullaby. This version was written for the movie Empire of the Sun.
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Hope For Resolution, Paul Caldwell and Sean Ivory
Of the Father's love begotten,
Ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,
He the Source, the Ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see
Evermore and evermore.
...
Oh, that birth forever blessed
When the Virgin, full of grace,
By the Holy Ghost conceiving,
Bare the Savior of our race,
And the Babe, the world's Redeemer,
First revealed His sacred face
Evermore and evermore.
...
O ye heights of heaven, adore Him;
Angel hosts, His praises sing;
Powers, dominions, bow before Him
And extol our God and King.
Let no tongue on earth be silent,
Every voice in concert ring
Evermore and evermore.
ZuluEnglish
Thula SizweHush nation
UngabokalaDo not cry
Ujehova WakhoOur God
UzokunqobelaWill protect us
InkululekoFreedom
SizoyitholaWe will get it
Ujehova Wakho Our God
UzokunqobelaWill protect us
Hope For Resolution is a song dedicated to Nelson Mandela and Frederik Willem de Klerk, two South African politicians who were instrumental in bringing about the end of apartheid. It combines two songs: "Of the Father's Love Begotten," an English translation of an 11th Century Gregorian chant called Divinum Mysterium, and "Thula Sizwe," a Zulu song of hope from the time of apartheid.
Of the Father's Love Begotten is by Aurelius C. Prudentius, translated by John. M. Neale and Henry W. Baker in the 1800s. You can read more about Thula Sizwe (including learning Ben and Alec's parts) at http://singafrica.londongt.org/index.php?page=thulaSizwe
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These are lyrics to the songs sung during the concert in Ember to Ember, chapter 8 (December).
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I must admit that the Christmas concert scene was written with some wistfulness on my part because my own choir was supposed to do a concert on December 16, at which we were supposed to sing Balulalow, Praise His Holy Name, and the Hallelujah Chorus. My concert got cancelled because Mother Nature decided to grace us with about 16 inches of snow that day. Hopefully Dublin didn't get the same pleasure.
Balulalow, arrangement by Mark Sirett
Ye Olde Scots TonguePlain Jane English
O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit,Oh my dear heart, young Jesus sweet,
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit,Prepare thy cradle in my spirit
And I sall rock thee in my hert,And I shall rock thee in my heart
And never mair from thee depart.And never more from thee depart.
...
But I sall praise thee evermore,But I shall praise thee evermore,
With sangis sweit unto thy gloir,With songs sweet unto thy glory,
The knees of my heart sall I bow,The knees of my heart shall I bow,
And sing that richt Balulalow!And sing that right (proper, or fitting) Balulalow (lullaby)
This is a traditional Scottish carol. This version was arranged by Canadian composer Mark Sirett.
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Praise His Holy Name
Sing till the power of the Lord comes down
Shout Hallelujah! Praise his holy name
Sing till the power of the Lord comes down
Shout Hallelujah! Praise his holy name
(Men)
Amazing grace how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind but now I see
(Women)
Jesus, Jesus, how I love thee
Shout Hallelujah! Praise his holy name
Chorus
(Men)
Must Jesus bear the cross alone
And all the world go free?
No there's a cross for everyone
And there's a cross for me
(Women)
Jesus, Jesus, how I love thee
Shout Hallelujah! Praise his holy name
Chorus
(Men)
Holy Jesus praise his name
Oh Hallelujah
Praise his holy name
(Altos)
Hallelujah,
Let us praise his name
Hallelujah Lord,
Praise his holy name
(Sopranos)
Hallelujah, praise his name
Hallelujah
Lord, praise his holy name
(All)
Praise his name
Praise his holy name
Praise his name
Oh, oh, praise his holy name
(Soloist)
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind but now I see
Jesus, oh Jesus oh Lord
We praise your name!
We praise your name!
(...then I kinda lose the soloist's words in here somewhere)
(All)
Praise him!
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Al Shlosa D'varim, text Pirkei Avot (Mishna), music by Allan E. Naplan
Hebrew Lyrics: Al shlosa d'varim ha-olam kayam: al ha-emet, v'al ha-din, v'al ha-shalom.
English Translation: The world is established upon three things: truth, law, and peace.
This is a recording of a girls' choir singing with mine. Al shlosa is not a 'seasonal' song, that I know of, but it is sometimes included in end-of-year concerts, to give them a multicultural feel.
Also, I don't know why but when I imagine Draco's children's choir singing it, I take out the spoken bit at the beginning ;)
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Handel's Hallelujah Chorus
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
(For the lord God omnipotent reigneth)
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
(Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah)
Hallelujah
The kingdom of this world;
is become
The kingdom of our Lord,
and of His Christ
and of His Christ
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
and lord of lords forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
and lord of lords forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
and lord of lords
King of kings and lord of lords
And he shall reign
And he shall reign
And he shall reign
He shall reign
And he shall reign forever and ever
King of kings forever and ever
And lord of lords hallelujah hallelujah
And he shall reign forever and ever
King of kings and lord of lords
King of kings and lord of lords
And he shall reign forever and ever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
(King of kings and lord of lords)
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah
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These are lyrics to the song briefly mentioned in Ember to Ember, chapter 9 (January). If the links have expired, please send me an e-mail at
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Shenandoah
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
And hear your rolling river,
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Way, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.
I long to see
Your smiling valley,
And hear your rolling river
I long to see
Your smiling valley,
Way, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.
'Tis seven long years
Since last I see you,
And hear your rolling river,
'Tis seven long years
Since last I see you.
Way, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
And hear your rolling river,
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Way, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah (Oh Shenandoah)
Oh Shenandoah (Oh Shenandoah)
Oh Shenandoah (Oh Shenandoah)
Oh Shenandoah (Oh Shenandoah)
Oh Shenandoah...
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Fields of Athenry, arranged by Mark Sirett
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling:
"Michael, they are taking you away,
For you stole Trevelyn's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling:
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free.
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they ran me down.
Now you must raise our child in dignity."
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely harbour wall,
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
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These are lyrics to the song briefly mentioned in Ember to Ember, chapter 12 (May). If the links have expired, please send me an e-mail at
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The first song mentioned, Fields of Athenry, was heard in Chapter 8, so it's listed there.
Finnegan's Wake
(traditional Irish ballad)
Tim Finnegan lived in Watlin Street,
Oh a gentleman Irish, mighty odd,
He had a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod1
Now Tim had a bit of a tipplin' way,
With a love for the liquor he was born
And to help him on his way each day,
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn2
Chorus
Whack fol the dah3 now dance to yer partner,
Round the flure4 yer trotters5 shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake!
One mornin' Tim felt rather full,
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull
They carried him home his corpse to wake
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
An' they laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whisky at his feet,
And a barrel of porter at his head
Chorus
His friends assembled at the wake,
And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tabaccy and brandy punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Ah Tim mavourneen6, why did you die?"
"Ah hould your gob," says Maggie McGee
Chorus
Shelagh Maloney took up the job,
"Ah Biddy," says she, "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Then Biddy hit her a belt in the gob,
And left her sprawlin' on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
It was woman to woman, and man to man
Shillelagh7 law was all the rage,
And a row and a ruction soon began
Chorus
Frankie O'Connor ducked his head,
When a novena of whisky flew at him.
It missed, and landed on the bed,
And the whisky scattered over Tim.
But God he revives, see how he rises,
Timothy risin' in the bed,
Sayin' "Whirl your whisky 'round like blazes,
T'underin' Jaysus, d'ye think I'm dead?"
Chorus
Glossary of Irish/obscure terms
...and I made up the whak fol the dah thing. It's just meaningless words ;)
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Johnny Be Fair
(traditional Irish ballad, although some sources ascribe it to Buffy Ste. Marie)
Well Johnny be fair and Johnny be kind and wants me fer to wed.
And I would marry Johnny but me father up and said:
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter what your mother never knew.
But Johnny is a son of mine and so he's kin to you."
Then Jimmy be fair and Jimmy be kind and wants me fer to wed.
And I would marry Jimmy but me father up and said:
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter what your mother never knew.
But Jimmy too is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you."
Then Danny be fair and Danny be kind and wants me fer to wed.
And I would marry Danny but me father up and said:
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter what your mother never knew.
But Danny too is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you."
Oh never was there a girl as sad or sorry as I was.
The boys in town are all me kin, and me father is the cause.
If I should thus continue, I might die a single miss
I think I'll go to Mother and complain to her of this.
"Well daughter haven't I taught you to forgive and to forget?
And if your father sowed his oats, still you need not fret.
Your father may be the cause of all the boys in town but still....
He's not the one who sired you, so marry who you will!"
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The Irish Ballad, by Tom Lehrer
It's of a maid I'll sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
It's of a maid I'll sing a song
She did not have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did ev'ryone of them in, them in,
She did ev'ryone of them in.
One day while in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day while in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin, with gin,
We had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she could never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
Her mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.
She weighed her brother down with stones,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighed her brother down with stones,
And sent him off to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were bones,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.
She set her sister's hair on fire,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sister's hair on fire,
And as the flames rose high'r,
She danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin' her violin, -olin,
Playin' her violin.
Skippedy-ah, skippedy diddely diddely-ah
One day while she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day while she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as Irish stew,
And invited the neighbours in, -bours in,
Invited the neighbours in.
And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny,
To do so she would have to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.
My tragic tale, I'll not prolong,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I'll not prolong,
And if you didn't enjoy my song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's been too long,
You should never have let it begin, begin,
You should never have let it begin.
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Will Ye No Come Back Again, by Lady Carolina Nairne
As with most Jacobite songs, the tune was written and popular long after the rebellion was over.
Bonnie Charlie's gone away
Safely o'er the friendly main
Many a heart will break in twain
Should he ne'er come back again.
Chorus
Will ye no' come back again?
Will ye no' come back again?
Better loved ye canna be
Will ye no' come back again?
Ye trusted in your Hielan' men
They trusted yon, dear Charlie
They kent1 your hiding in the glen
Death and exile braving.
Chorus
English bribes were a' in vain
Tho' puir2, and puirer, we maurn3 be
Siller4 canna buy the heart
That aye beats warm for thine and thee.
Chorus
We watch'd thee in the gloamin'5 hour,
We watch'd thee in the mornin' grey,
Tho' thirty thousand pounds they gie,
Oh, there is none that would betray!
Chorus
Sweet the lavrock's6 note and lang,
Lilting wildly up the glen,
But aye to me he sings a sang,
Will ye no come back again?
Chorus
Glossary of Scottish/obscure terms
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Traditional Irish Song, by Dennis Leary
They come over here and they take all our land,
They chop off our heads and they boil them in oil,
Our children are leaving and we have no heads.
We drink and we sing and we drink and we die.
We have no heads no we have no heads
They come over here and they chop off our legs,
They cut off our hands and put nails in our eyes.
O'Grady is dead and O'Hanrahan's gone.
We drink and we die and continue to drink.
O'Hanrahan no O'Hanrahan
They buried O'Neill down in County Shillhame.
The poor children crying and fe dee din de,
Hin fle di din fle di din fle de din de,
In hey bibble bibble hey bibble bibble hey fle bibble de.
O'Hanrahan no O'Hanrahan
We drink and we sing and we drink and we sing. Hey!
We drink and we drive and we puke and we drink. Hey!
We drink and we fight and we bleed and we cry. Hey!
We puke and we smoke and we drink and we die. Hey!
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Loch Lomond
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes1,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and me true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
Chorus
O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep sides o' Ben Lomond.
Where deep in purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.
Chorus
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters lie sleeping:
But the broken heart will ken1 nae second spring again,
And the world knows not how we are grievin'.
Chorus
Glossary of Scottish/obscure terms
Traditional Scottish song. It's generally believed that the author was a captured Scottish soldier, awaiting death in prison. The "low road" is a reference to the Celtic belief that if someone died away from his homeland then the fairies would dig a tunnel for his soul to return home.
By the way, though in the story Draco loathes this version of the song, I think it's quite lovely. I hated it when we first got it - may have made gagging sounds the first dozen or so times we practiced it - but eventually it grew on me ;)
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Streets of London, by Ralph McTell
Have you seen the old man
Outside the closed-down market
Kicking at the papers,
In his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
His hands held loosely by his side
Yesterday's papers telling
Yesterday's news
Chorus
How can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
I'll lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair
And her clothes all in rags?
She's got no time for talkin',
She just keeps right on walkin'
Carrying her home
In two carrier bags.
Chorus
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man
Sits there all alone
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone
Chorus
Have you seen the old man
Outside the Seaman's Mission
His memory's fading
Like the ribbons that he wears?
In this wintry city,
The wind cries little pity
One more forgotten hero
In a world that doesn't care
Chorus
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These are lyrics to the song briefly mentioned in the Ember to Ember DVD Extra for February 8. If the links have expired, please send me an e-mail at fugazzianna@yahoo.ca.
Sunrise, Sunset, from Fiddler on the Roof
TevyeIs this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
GoldeI don't remember growing older
When did they?
TevyeWhen did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
GoldeWasn't it yesterday
When they were small?
AllSunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
WomenSunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
AllOne season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
TevyeWhat words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?
GoldeNow they must learn from one another
Day by day
PerchikThey look so natural together
HodelJust like two newlyweds should be
Perchik & HodelIs there a canopy in store for me?
AllSunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
(Incidentally, the voice of Perchik is Michael Glaser, who played Starsky on Starsky and Hutch.)
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When the Stars Fall, by Stephen Hatfield
When the sea shakes, then I trust my Saviour
When the sea breaks, still I trust my Saviour
And if the sea crumbles into rust
Tumbles into dust
Yet will I trust my Saviour
When the stars call, then I trust my Saviour
When the stars fall, still I trust my Saviour
And if the stars crumble into rust
Tumble into dust
Yet will I trust my Saviour
When my heart sighs, then I trust my Saviour
When my heart cries, still I trust my Saviour
And if my heart crumbles into rust
Tumbles into dust
Yet will I trust my Saviour
When the stars fall, then I trust my Saviour
When the stars fall, then I trust my Saviour
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These are lyrics to the song briefly mentioned in the Ember to Ember DVD Extra for February 10. If the links have expired, please send me an e-mail at fugazzianna@yahoo.ca.
Jerusalem, by William Blake (music by Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountain green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
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Labour of Love, by Stephen Hatfield
(Chorus)
Take me somewhere (carry me somewhere)
Take me somewhere (carry me somewhere)
Take me somewhere (carry me somewhere)
Carry me on...
Carry me to somewhere, wherever
Carry me to somewhere, wherever
Carry me to somewhere, wherever
Carry me on,
To where there are people like me...
They brought me to the doctor,
She said it's the clearest case I've ever seen,
This kid needs a ransom,
She needs a genie,
She needs a ship sailing where
She was always meant to be
Chorus
They brought me next to the altar,
I know how you feel, said the voice behind the screen
This world needs a ransom,
We need a genie,
We need a ship sailing where
We were always meant to be
Chorus
We're standing here in our order,
The chords in our voice hoist the sails into the breeze,
We'll give you our heart,
Give you our breathing,
Give you the ship that could sail
Abelard to Eloise
And you know I'll be looking for someone,
And I'll be looking for someone,
And I'll be
Looking out for you there,
Somewhere there are people like me,
Somewhere there are people like me,
Somewhere there are people like me...
(This isn't a children's choir, sadly, though the song is often sung by children. This is the women's section of my choir. During a rehearsal. Not exactly sterling sound quality, sorry.)
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These are lyrics to the songs sung/mentioned in Ember to Ember, chapter 4 (August).
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Pachelbel Canon in D, by Pachelbel (composer of choral arrangement unknown)
LatinEnglish
Sanctus, Sanctus,Holy, Holy,
Benedictus qui venit in nomine DomineBlessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord
...
Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabbaoth,Holy Lord God of Hosts,
Pleni sunt coeli et terra Gloria Full are heaven and earth of glory
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Beati Quorum Via, by Sir Charles Villiers Stanford
LatinEnglish
Beati quorum via integra estBlessed are those whose path is virtuous
Qui ambulant in leger DomineWho walk in the law of the Lord
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Miserere Mei, Deus (W 1-4, 17-20), by Gregorio Allegri
LatinEnglish
Miserere mei, Deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam.Have mercy on me, O God, in your goodness,
Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquitatem mean.In your great tenderness wipe away my faults;
Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et a peccato meo munda me.Wash me clean of my guilt, purify me from my sin.
Quoniam iniquitatem mean ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper.For I am well aware of my faults, I have my sin constantly in mind.
Quoniam si voluisses sacrificium, dedissem utique : holocaustis non dedectaberis.Sacrifice gives you no pleasure, were I to offer holocaust, you would not have it.
Sacrificium Deo spiritus contribulatus : cor contritum et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies.My sacrifice is this broken spirit, you will not scorn this crushed and broken heart.
Benigne fac, Domine, in bona voluntate tua Sion : ut ædificentur muri Jerusalem.Show your favour graciously to Zion, rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Tunc acceptabis sacrificium justitiae, oblationes et holocausta: tunc imponent super altare tuum vitulos.Then there will be proper sacrifice to please you - holocaust and whole oblation - and young bulls to be offered on your altar.
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Requiem - Lacrymosa, W. A. Mozart
LatinEnglish
Lacrymosa dies illaMournful that day
Qua resurget ex favillaWhen from the ashes shall rise
Judicandus homo reusGuilty man to be judged
Lacrymosa dies illaMournful that day
Qua resurget ex favillaWhen from the ashes shall rise
Judicandus homo reusGuilty man to be judged
Huic ergo parce deusLord, have mercy on him
Pie Jesu domineGentle Lord Jesus
Dona eis requiemGrant them rest
RequiemRest
Amen.
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These are lyrics to the songs sung during the concert in Ember to Ember, chapter 6 (October).
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Suo Gân, arrangement by John Williams
WelshEnglish
Huna blentyn yn fy mynwes Sleep my baby, at my breast,
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon; ’Tis a mother’s arms round you.
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat, Make yourself a snug, warm nest.
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron; Feel my love forever new.
...
Ni cha' dim amharu'th gyntun, Harm will not meet you in sleep,
Ni wna undyn â thi gam; Hurt will always pass you by.
Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn, Child beloved, always you’ll keep,
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam. In sleep gentle, mother’s breast nigh.
...
Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen Do not fear the sound, it’s a breeze
Gura, gura ar y ddôr; Brushing leaves against the door.
Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig Do not dread the murmuring seas,
Sua, sua ar lan y môr; Lonely waves washing the shore.
...
Huna blentyn, nid oes yma Sleep child mine, there’s nothing here,
Ddim i roddi iti fraw; While in slumber at my breast,
Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes Angels smiling, have no fear,
Ar yr engyl gwynion draw. Holy angels guard your rest.
This is a traditional Welsh lullaby. This version was written for the movie Empire of the Sun.
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Hope For Resolution, Paul Caldwell and Sean Ivory
Of the Father's love begotten,
Ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,
He the Source, the Ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see
Evermore and evermore.
...
Oh, that birth forever blessed
When the Virgin, full of grace,
By the Holy Ghost conceiving,
Bare the Savior of our race,
And the Babe, the world's Redeemer,
First revealed His sacred face
Evermore and evermore.
...
O ye heights of heaven, adore Him;
Angel hosts, His praises sing;
Powers, dominions, bow before Him
And extol our God and King.
Let no tongue on earth be silent,
Every voice in concert ring
Evermore and evermore.
ZuluEnglish
Thula SizweHush nation
UngabokalaDo not cry
Ujehova WakhoOur God
UzokunqobelaWill protect us
InkululekoFreedom
SizoyitholaWe will get it
Ujehova Wakho Our God
UzokunqobelaWill protect us
Hope For Resolution is a song dedicated to Nelson Mandela and Frederik Willem de Klerk, two South African politicians who were instrumental in bringing about the end of apartheid. It combines two songs: "Of the Father's Love Begotten," an English translation of an 11th Century Gregorian chant called Divinum Mysterium, and "Thula Sizwe," a Zulu song of hope from the time of apartheid.
Of the Father's Love Begotten is by Aurelius C. Prudentius, translated by John. M. Neale and Henry W. Baker in the 1800s. You can read more about Thula Sizwe (including learning Ben and Alec's parts) at http://singafrica.londongt.org/index.php?page=thulaSizwe
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These are lyrics to the songs sung during the concert in Ember to Ember, chapter 8 (December).
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I must admit that the Christmas concert scene was written with some wistfulness on my part because my own choir was supposed to do a concert on December 16, at which we were supposed to sing Balulalow, Praise His Holy Name, and the Hallelujah Chorus. My concert got cancelled because Mother Nature decided to grace us with about 16 inches of snow that day. Hopefully Dublin didn't get the same pleasure.
Balulalow, arrangement by Mark Sirett
Ye Olde Scots TonguePlain Jane English
O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit,Oh my dear heart, young Jesus sweet,
Prepare thy creddil in my spreit,Prepare thy cradle in my spirit
And I sall rock thee in my hert,And I shall rock thee in my heart
And never mair from thee depart.And never more from thee depart.
...
But I sall praise thee evermore,But I shall praise thee evermore,
With sangis sweit unto thy gloir,With songs sweet unto thy glory,
The knees of my heart sall I bow,The knees of my heart shall I bow,
And sing that richt Balulalow!And sing that right (proper, or fitting) Balulalow (lullaby)
This is a traditional Scottish carol. This version was arranged by Canadian composer Mark Sirett.
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Praise His Holy Name
Sing till the power of the Lord comes down
Shout Hallelujah! Praise his holy name
Sing till the power of the Lord comes down
Shout Hallelujah! Praise his holy name
(Men)
Amazing grace how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind but now I see
(Women)
Jesus, Jesus, how I love thee
Shout Hallelujah! Praise his holy name
Chorus
(Men)
Must Jesus bear the cross alone
And all the world go free?
No there's a cross for everyone
And there's a cross for me
(Women)
Jesus, Jesus, how I love thee
Shout Hallelujah! Praise his holy name
Chorus
(Men)
Holy Jesus praise his name
Oh Hallelujah
Praise his holy name
(Altos)
Hallelujah,
Let us praise his name
Hallelujah Lord,
Praise his holy name
(Sopranos)
Hallelujah, praise his name
Hallelujah
Lord, praise his holy name
(All)
Praise his name
Praise his holy name
Praise his name
Oh, oh, praise his holy name
(Soloist)
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind but now I see
Jesus, oh Jesus oh Lord
We praise your name!
We praise your name!
(...then I kinda lose the soloist's words in here somewhere)
(All)
Praise him!
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Al Shlosa D'varim, text Pirkei Avot (Mishna), music by Allan E. Naplan
Hebrew Lyrics: Al shlosa d'varim ha-olam kayam: al ha-emet, v'al ha-din, v'al ha-shalom.
English Translation: The world is established upon three things: truth, law, and peace.
This is a recording of a girls' choir singing with mine. Al shlosa is not a 'seasonal' song, that I know of, but it is sometimes included in end-of-year concerts, to give them a multicultural feel.
Also, I don't know why but when I imagine Draco's children's choir singing it, I take out the spoken bit at the beginning ;)
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Handel's Hallelujah Chorus
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
(For the lord God omnipotent reigneth)
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
For the lord God omnipotent reigneth
(Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah)
Hallelujah
The kingdom of this world;
is become
The kingdom of our Lord,
and of His Christ
and of His Christ
And He shall reign for ever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
And he shall reign forever and ever
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
and lord of lords forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
and lord of lords forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
King of kings forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah
and lord of lords
King of kings and lord of lords
And he shall reign
And he shall reign
And he shall reign
He shall reign
And he shall reign forever and ever
King of kings forever and ever
And lord of lords hallelujah hallelujah
And he shall reign forever and ever
King of kings and lord of lords
King of kings and lord of lords
And he shall reign forever and ever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
(King of kings and lord of lords)
Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
Hallelujah
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These are lyrics to the song briefly mentioned in Ember to Ember, chapter 9 (January). If the links have expired, please send me an e-mail at
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Shenandoah
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
And hear your rolling river,
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Way, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.
I long to see
Your smiling valley,
And hear your rolling river
I long to see
Your smiling valley,
Way, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.
'Tis seven long years
Since last I see you,
And hear your rolling river,
'Tis seven long years
Since last I see you.
Way, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
And hear your rolling river,
Oh Shenandoah,
I long to see you,
Way, we're bound away
Across the wide Missouri.
Oh Shenandoah (Oh Shenandoah)
Oh Shenandoah (Oh Shenandoah)
Oh Shenandoah (Oh Shenandoah)
Oh Shenandoah (Oh Shenandoah)
Oh Shenandoah...
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Fields of Athenry, arranged by Mark Sirett
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling:
"Michael, they are taking you away,
For you stole Trevelyn's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling:
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free.
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they ran me down.
Now you must raise our child in dignity."
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely harbour wall,
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
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The first song mentioned, Fields of Athenry, was heard in Chapter 8, so it's listed there.
Finnegan's Wake
(traditional Irish ballad)
Tim Finnegan lived in Watlin Street,
Oh a gentleman Irish, mighty odd,
He had a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet,
An' to rise in the world he carried a hod1
Now Tim had a bit of a tipplin' way,
With a love for the liquor he was born
And to help him on his way each day,
He'd a drop of the craythur every morn2
Chorus
Whack fol the dah3 now dance to yer partner,
Round the flure4 yer trotters5 shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you?
Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake!
One mornin' Tim felt rather full,
His head felt heavy which made him shake
He fell from a ladder and he broke his skull
They carried him home his corpse to wake
They wrapped him up in a nice clean sheet
An' they laid him out upon the bed
With a gallon of whisky at his feet,
And a barrel of porter at his head
Chorus
His friends assembled at the wake,
And Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First they brought in tea and cake
Then pipes, tabaccy and brandy punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry,
"Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Ah Tim mavourneen6, why did you die?"
"Ah hould your gob," says Maggie McGee
Chorus
Shelagh Maloney took up the job,
"Ah Biddy," says she, "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Then Biddy hit her a belt in the gob,
And left her sprawlin' on the floor
Then the war did soon engage
It was woman to woman, and man to man
Shillelagh7 law was all the rage,
And a row and a ruction soon began
Chorus
Frankie O'Connor ducked his head,
When a novena of whisky flew at him.
It missed, and landed on the bed,
And the whisky scattered over Tim.
But God he revives, see how he rises,
Timothy risin' in the bed,
Sayin' "Whirl your whisky 'round like blazes,
T'underin' Jaysus, d'ye think I'm dead?"
Chorus
Glossary of Irish/obscure terms
- hod: a trough carried over the shoulder for transporting loads, as of bricks or mortar.
- craythur: whisky
- whack fol the dah: hit the fellow until he says "Dah!"
- flure: floor?
- trotters: feet, possibly pig's feet
- mavourneen: darling
- shillelagh: a cudgel, traditionally of blackthorn or oak
...and I made up the whak fol the dah thing. It's just meaningless words ;)
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Johnny Be Fair
(traditional Irish ballad, although some sources ascribe it to Buffy Ste. Marie)
Well Johnny be fair and Johnny be kind and wants me fer to wed.
And I would marry Johnny but me father up and said:
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter what your mother never knew.
But Johnny is a son of mine and so he's kin to you."
Then Jimmy be fair and Jimmy be kind and wants me fer to wed.
And I would marry Jimmy but me father up and said:
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter what your mother never knew.
But Jimmy too is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you."
Then Danny be fair and Danny be kind and wants me fer to wed.
And I would marry Danny but me father up and said:
"I'm sorry to tell you daughter what your mother never knew.
But Danny too is a son of mine, and so he's kin to you."
Oh never was there a girl as sad or sorry as I was.
The boys in town are all me kin, and me father is the cause.
If I should thus continue, I might die a single miss
I think I'll go to Mother and complain to her of this.
"Well daughter haven't I taught you to forgive and to forget?
And if your father sowed his oats, still you need not fret.
Your father may be the cause of all the boys in town but still....
He's not the one who sired you, so marry who you will!"
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The Irish Ballad, by Tom Lehrer
It's of a maid I'll sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
It's of a maid I'll sing a song
She did not have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did ev'ryone of them in, them in,
She did ev'ryone of them in.
One day while in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day while in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin, with gin,
We had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she could never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
Her mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.
She weighed her brother down with stones,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighed her brother down with stones,
And sent him off to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were bones,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.
She set her sister's hair on fire,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sister's hair on fire,
And as the flames rose high'r,
She danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin' her violin, -olin,
Playin' her violin.
Skippedy-ah, skippedy diddely diddely-ah
One day while she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day while she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as Irish stew,
And invited the neighbours in, -bours in,
Invited the neighbours in.
And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny,
To do so she would have to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.
My tragic tale, I'll not prolong,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I'll not prolong,
And if you didn't enjoy my song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's been too long,
You should never have let it begin, begin,
You should never have let it begin.
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Will Ye No Come Back Again, by Lady Carolina Nairne
As with most Jacobite songs, the tune was written and popular long after the rebellion was over.
Bonnie Charlie's gone away
Safely o'er the friendly main
Many a heart will break in twain
Should he ne'er come back again.
Chorus
Will ye no' come back again?
Will ye no' come back again?
Better loved ye canna be
Will ye no' come back again?
Ye trusted in your Hielan' men
They trusted yon, dear Charlie
They kent1 your hiding in the glen
Death and exile braving.
Chorus
English bribes were a' in vain
Tho' puir2, and puirer, we maurn3 be
Siller4 canna buy the heart
That aye beats warm for thine and thee.
Chorus
We watch'd thee in the gloamin'5 hour,
We watch'd thee in the mornin' grey,
Tho' thirty thousand pounds they gie,
Oh, there is none that would betray!
Chorus
Sweet the lavrock's6 note and lang,
Lilting wildly up the glen,
But aye to me he sings a sang,
Will ye no come back again?
Chorus
Glossary of Scottish/obscure terms
- kent: knew
- puir: poor
- maurn: may
- siller: silver
- gloamin' hour: twilight
- lavrock: lark
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Traditional Irish Song, by Dennis Leary
They come over here and they take all our land,
They chop off our heads and they boil them in oil,
Our children are leaving and we have no heads.
We drink and we sing and we drink and we die.
We have no heads no we have no heads
They come over here and they chop off our legs,
They cut off our hands and put nails in our eyes.
O'Grady is dead and O'Hanrahan's gone.
We drink and we die and continue to drink.
O'Hanrahan no O'Hanrahan
They buried O'Neill down in County Shillhame.
The poor children crying and fe dee din de,
Hin fle di din fle di din fle de din de,
In hey bibble bibble hey bibble bibble hey fle bibble de.
O'Hanrahan no O'Hanrahan
We drink and we sing and we drink and we sing. Hey!
We drink and we drive and we puke and we drink. Hey!
We drink and we fight and we bleed and we cry. Hey!
We puke and we smoke and we drink and we die. Hey!
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Loch Lomond
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes1,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and me true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
Chorus
O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep sides o' Ben Lomond.
Where deep in purple hue, the hieland hills we view,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.
Chorus
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters lie sleeping:
But the broken heart will ken1 nae second spring again,
And the world knows not how we are grievin'.
Chorus
Glossary of Scottish/obscure terms
- brae: hillside
- ken: know
Traditional Scottish song. It's generally believed that the author was a captured Scottish soldier, awaiting death in prison. The "low road" is a reference to the Celtic belief that if someone died away from his homeland then the fairies would dig a tunnel for his soul to return home.
By the way, though in the story Draco loathes this version of the song, I think it's quite lovely. I hated it when we first got it - may have made gagging sounds the first dozen or so times we practiced it - but eventually it grew on me ;)
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Streets of London, by Ralph McTell
Have you seen the old man
Outside the closed-down market
Kicking at the papers,
In his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
His hands held loosely by his side
Yesterday's papers telling
Yesterday's news
Chorus
How can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand,
I'll lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair
And her clothes all in rags?
She's got no time for talkin',
She just keeps right on walkin'
Carrying her home
In two carrier bags.
Chorus
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man
Sits there all alone
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour
Then he wanders home alone
Chorus
Have you seen the old man
Outside the Seaman's Mission
His memory's fading
Like the ribbons that he wears?
In this wintry city,
The wind cries little pity
One more forgotten hero
In a world that doesn't care
Chorus
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These are lyrics to the song briefly mentioned in the Ember to Ember DVD Extra for February 8. If the links have expired, please send me an e-mail at fugazzianna@yahoo.ca.
Sunrise, Sunset, from Fiddler on the Roof
TevyeIs this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
GoldeI don't remember growing older
When did they?
TevyeWhen did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
GoldeWasn't it yesterday
When they were small?
AllSunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
WomenSunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
AllOne season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
TevyeWhat words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?
GoldeNow they must learn from one another
Day by day
PerchikThey look so natural together
HodelJust like two newlyweds should be
Perchik & HodelIs there a canopy in store for me?
AllSunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
(Incidentally, the voice of Perchik is Michael Glaser, who played Starsky on Starsky and Hutch.)
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When the Stars Fall, by Stephen Hatfield
When the sea shakes, then I trust my Saviour
When the sea breaks, still I trust my Saviour
And if the sea crumbles into rust
Tumbles into dust
Yet will I trust my Saviour
When the stars call, then I trust my Saviour
When the stars fall, still I trust my Saviour
And if the stars crumble into rust
Tumble into dust
Yet will I trust my Saviour
When my heart sighs, then I trust my Saviour
When my heart cries, still I trust my Saviour
And if my heart crumbles into rust
Tumbles into dust
Yet will I trust my Saviour
When the stars fall, then I trust my Saviour
When the stars fall, then I trust my Saviour
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These are lyrics to the song briefly mentioned in the Ember to Ember DVD Extra for February 10. If the links have expired, please send me an e-mail at fugazzianna@yahoo.ca.
Jerusalem, by William Blake (music by Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountain green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
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