For space is wide and good friends are too few.
But you only knew me in winter
When the leaves had all finished their fall
Yes you only knew me in winter
So how could you know me at all?
According to Michelle Dockrey, “’Persephone’ is, essentially, about falling in love with someone who’s not right for you.”
Lyrics and chords here
Gold is for the mistress – silver for the maid –
Copper for the craftsman, cunning at his trade.
“Good!” said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
“But Iron – Cold Iron – is master of them all.”
Rudyard Kipling’s “Cold Iron,” set and sung by Leslie Fish
This was requested, and I’m kind of surprised I hadn’t posted it before; it’s one of my favorite Fish/Kiplings. Kipplefishes? Fishlings.
Spring Goddess and elven queen,
oft imagined, never seen,
unicorn and mandragore
hold their counsel midst the gore.
This song has a light Jethro Tull vibe that I really dig.
Decked out
In our leather and lace
She had starlight shining on her face
Didn’t feel the chill
Of the salty air
As she kissed me here and there
“Scarlet Town,” by Cathy McManamon
“Underpass Mary,” a song for new and short-lived gods.
Lyrics here
The Morrigan sows and reaps at will
The Morrigan stands behind your skill
The Morrigan shows your shifting face
and The Morrigan knows your time and place
“The Morrigan,” by Heather Dale
Lyrics available here
This song is a pantoum! How cool is that!
For one had come from Germany, and one from here in Spain,
And one from near the Bosporus where Constantine had reigned.
From every land they sallied forth, then ventured home again,
And found a road worth walking,
They found this road worth walking,
For all agreed their roads were much the same.
“The Road to Santiago” by Heather Dale. I’ve been to the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela. Didn’t do the pilgrimage; I was in Spain with a youth orchestra and we were just being tourists. But it’s a very nice cathedral.
Anyway, good song. Very nice tune. Lyrics available here.
A babe was all she asked for, and their promises they’d kept
A fairy story from Heather Dale.
Lyrics available here
If you’re wondering whether you really need a peppy, upbeat ukulele rendition of Beowulf from Grendel’s perspective in your life, stop that. You need this.
As we were out a-hunting, one morning in the spring.
Both hounds and horses, running well, made the hills and the valleys ring.
But to our great misfortune, no fox there could be found.
Our huntsmen cursed and swore but still no fox moved over the ground.
Careful what you wish for, and all that.
“Black Fox,” by Heather Dale
Lyrics available here