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Pastorale
10:19
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Man oh man what have you done?
You’ve burned the fields of life
Where the nymphs play and run in the forest green
You’ve built your solid fall
Arcadia
We once knew you
Under lust, envies, endless greed, under mastery and abuse
We’ve buried you
Mother Nature held the flame
To light for us the way
But where’s now the beauty of harmony
And the wonders of simple life?
Arcadia
I once knew you
With my blood, all my heart, every breath, with all my might
I belong to you
A walk in the fields, a walk in the fields
A walk in the fields of Arcadia
Your world seems lost, your memory forgot
But your peace still flows in me
I perceive the perfume of your land
The old winds caressing your grass
Let me drink from your sacred springs
And my soul could rest in flocks
Let me hear your gentle melodies
And lead me in the nymphs’ embrace
Arcadia
I once knew you
With my blood, all my heart, every breath
I belong to you
A walk in the fields
A walk in the fields
A walk in the long-lost fields of harmony and life
A walk in the fields
Silently barefoot / humble and respectful
Grateful to our mother / sons in her harmony
A walk in the fields
A walk in the fields
A walk in the fields of Arcadia
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Crows Over Wheat Fields
06:07
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Fly, free wings in the wind
Showing an old majesty to mankind
Crows over wheat fields
Which message will they bring?
See, watchful eyes upon earth
Showing a deep wisdom to mankind
Crows over wheat fields
Let me sense the messages they bring
As the veil of night
Falls on my brighter days
Whispers of wisdom and powers of foresight
As the rising sun
Frees me, away from fears
Whispers of wisdom and powers of foresight
Your powers of foresight
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Corn Rigs
06:32
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It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held awa to Annie;
The time flew by, wi' tentless heed,
Till, 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed
To see me thro' the barley.
The sky was blue, the wind was still,
The moon was shining clearly;
I set her down, wi' right good will,
Amang the rigs o' barley:
I ken't her heart was a' my ain;
I lov'd her most sincerely;
I kiss'd her owre and owre again,
Amang the rigs o' barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,
An' corn rigs are bonie:
I'll ne'er forget that happy night,
Amang the rigs wi' Annie.
I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely:
My blessings on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley!
But by the moon and stars so bright,
That shone that hour so clearly!
She aye shall bless that happy night
Amang the rigs o' barley.
I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear;
I hae been merry drinking;
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear;
I hae been happy thinking:
But a' the pleasures e'er i saw,
Tho' three times doubl'd fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
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Fireside Wisdom
04:01
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Will you ever live the true heart of the house
Sitting friendly around a fire
Will you ever feel that magic of the past
When the tales turned out true
I will wait for you by the fire again
To sing our old songs together
By the hearthstone where once the family all gathered
In a link our ancestors well knew
As they used to live simply and hardly
As they used to fight almost every single day
But they used to show a gift of magic
When at night they sat by the wisdom of the fire
Will you ever feel connected to the Whole
In the link between earth and heaven
Will you ever feel in a centre/centred and “at ease”
In such a misplaced world
I will wait for you by the fire my friend
To sing our old songs together
By the hearthstone where once the family all gathered
In a link our ancestors well knew
As they used to live simply and hardly
As they used to fight almost every single day
But they used to show a gift of magic
When at night they sat by the wisdom of the fire
I will wait for you by the fire my friends
To sing our old songs together
By the hearthstone where once the family all gathered
In a link our ancestors well knew
As they used to live simply and hardly
As they used to fight almost every single day
But they used to show a gift of magic
When at night they sat by the wisdom of the fire
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Golden Grains
04:25
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There’ a splinter of every God
In the smallest grain of land
Can’t you see the face of life
In every golden seed that grows
Earth and sky unite to give birth
(We’re) all sons of a cosmic harmony
Will we ever open our eyes to the Truth
And give thanks for every sun that will rise
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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced;
But they out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company.
I gazed - and gazed -
But little thought
What wealth the show
To me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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Tears of Othila Camogli, Italy
Folk project by Marco G. Gardella
Within Nature, Myths and Traditions, Tears of Othila looks
for the signs of an apparently lost alphabet made of magic, symbols and places. A precious heritage saving man, his own culture, his own art.
Tears of Othila is not politically involved.
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