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Loreena McKennitt’s mystic sounds

Posted in inspirational music, Loreena McKennitt with tags , , , , , , , on December 27, 2009 by jason elijah

When I first heard Loreena Mckennitt‘s The Mask and Mirror album, I was astonished and overwhelmed. I couldn’t believe someone was making this amazing music in my lifetime, and I was filled with joy. I danced around the room and it was a fun time, for sure. In December of 1994, Loreena McKennitt recorded a live session – A Loreena McKennitt Christmas – at KCRW Studios in Santa Monica, California. We are lucky to have an excellent recording here. I was also very pleased to find some great live performance videos on youtube. These are a few of my favorites. Enjoy!

The Mystic’s Dream

All Souls Night

Marco Polo

She Moved Through the Fair

Loreena McKennitt performs “Stolen Child”

Posted in inspirational music, Loreena McKennitt with tags , , , , on September 5, 2008 by jason elijah

The words are from a poem by W.B. Yeats, the music and melody are by Loreena McKennitt. This song is beautiful.

“The Stolen Child”
by W.B. Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland
Of sleuth wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats
There we’ve hid our fairy vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping
Than he can understand

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far off furthest rosses
We foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles
Whilst the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.

Come away, oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping
Than he can understand

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above glen car
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams

Come away, oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping
Than he can understand

And away with us he’s going
The solemned eyed
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace unto his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.

For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping
Than you can understand.

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