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catamariner) wrote2021-01-09 04:26 pm
catamariner) wrote2021-01-09 04:26 pm
Fae Ledwidge
Fae Ledwidge
(Based on the fae-related poems of Francis Ledwidge, the Irish "Poet of the Blackbirds," not too well-known because he died young, in war. Adapted to lyrics and original tune by Heather Preston 2020)
Who would hear the fairy horn
Calling all the hounds of Finn
Must be in a lark’s nest born
When the moon is very thin.
Chorus:
And those who have the gift can hear
Hounds and horn and tally ho,
And the tongue - of Bran - as clear
As Angelus bells across the snow.
Close beside my secret place
Hurries by the fairy fox,
With the moonrise on his face,
Up and down the mossy rocks.
Then the music of the horn
The flash of Nuada’s silver hand,
Then thick as poppies in the corn
Riders flood the dusky land.
Oh! the Wild Hunt giving chase!
Oh! the belling hounds and cheer!
Many an owl doth leave his place
In the ancient trees to hear.
Brother, Sister, come with me
To the heaped-up cairn of Maeve,
And there we'll dance a dance of Sidhe
All upon a fairy's grave.
If they will their secrets tell
I would go by a hidden way,
To the rath where the old moon fell
Dipping dim horns into the gray.
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Will post chords or the tune later... H
(Based on the fae-related poems of Francis Ledwidge, the Irish "Poet of the Blackbirds," not too well-known because he died young, in war. Adapted to lyrics and original tune by Heather Preston 2020)
Who would hear the fairy horn
Calling all the hounds of Finn
Must be in a lark’s nest born
When the moon is very thin.
Chorus:
And those who have the gift can hear
Hounds and horn and tally ho,
And the tongue - of Bran - as clear
As Angelus bells across the snow.
Close beside my secret place
Hurries by the fairy fox,
With the moonrise on his face,
Up and down the mossy rocks.
Then the music of the horn
The flash of Nuada’s silver hand,
Then thick as poppies in the corn
Riders flood the dusky land.
Oh! the Wild Hunt giving chase!
Oh! the belling hounds and cheer!
Many an owl doth leave his place
In the ancient trees to hear.
Brother, Sister, come with me
To the heaped-up cairn of Maeve,
And there we'll dance a dance of Sidhe
All upon a fairy's grave.
If they will their secrets tell
I would go by a hidden way,
To the rath where the old moon fell
Dipping dim horns into the gray.
============================
Will post chords or the tune later... H