Festival of Light

by New Troubadors

(Words by David Spangler; Music by Milenko Matanovic)

LYRICS

This is the Festival, the Festival of Light

Sing for the candles burning brightly through the night

Sing for the light abroad that guides our destiny

Sing for the light of love that builds community

 

Sing for the wise ones, men and women who

Light up our way with visions that are true

Sing for our children who are candles of the dawn

Giving us the promise that our light will carry on

 

This is the festival, the festival of light

Sing for the love that shall make this world ignite

A flame with a beauty that awakes in every heart

Sing for the will that can make that fire start

 

Follow the light that leads within us to the birth

Of love and harmony, and peace for all upon the earth

 

We are the festival, we are the light

We are the candles burning brightly in the night

 

We are the festival, we are the light

We are the candles burning brightly in the night

 

We are the festival, we are the light

We are the candles burning brightly in the night

NOTES

Used many times for the Annual Winter Solstice Service.  Esp the first one in 1994.

http://lorianpress.com/troubs.htm

 

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Beltane Song

“Beltane Song” by CC Carter
Kill Your Television
℗ 2007 CC Carter
Released on: 2007-01-01

Song Description
Song for a lover written on May 1, “May Day.” A celebration of life.

Lyrics
So here’s a Beltane Song for you my friend,
you that have such alabaster satin skin.
Such cool calves and thighs and such a subtle succulence.
Such capacity for joy and pain.
You that have such candor in your need.
Such dignity and effacy.
And such ability to disguise with just a glance of grey-green eyes
both heaven, and the world.

And why was the raven raving?
As the far pink cumulous clouds caught fire.
In the last light of the sun as he was setting
with the suitor’s smile so beautiful and high
with your wine still sweet in my mouth how could I leave?
As desire was calling me to you and you to me
climbing up your monkey puzzle tree
just another love assassin with a rose between my teeth

Wrapped up in your star hammock
like a white cocoon
in both stasis and metamorphosis
Was I only dreaming we were flying
as I was making love with you?
And then you packed my parachute
and gave me one last kiss and push
as your pet doves cried and sang in their sky chains
and the sea ran in the streets below in salty furry.
and all our love dripped from the leaves
like a poet’s blood used as his ink
and all the bells rang out your glory.

So here’s a Beltane Song for you my friend
And though you’re gone your memory remains
and I am back here on the ground again
where all the flowers flourish in your name.

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https://www.broadjam.com/songs/cccarter/beltane-song

The Summer Day

“The Summer Day”
by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Brighid’s Kiss

Sung by Triniti
Songwriters: Gerry O’connor / Eithne Ni Uallachain
Lyrics
Gabbaim molta Bríde (I praise Brighid)
Ionmhain í le hÉirinn (Beloved of Ireland)
Ionhain le gach tír í (Beloved of all lands)
Molaímis go léir i (Let us all praise her)
Lóchrann geal na Laighneach
(The bright torch of Linster)
A’ soilsiú feadh na tíre (Shining throughout the land)
Cean ar óghaibh Éireann (The pride of all Irish women)
Ceann na mban ar míne
(The pride of women for gentleness)
Tig an geimhreadh dian dubh (Comes the hard dark winter)
A’ gearradh lena ghéire (Cutting with it’s severity)
Ach ar Lá ‘le Bríde (But on St. Brighids Day)
Gar dúinn earrach Éireann (The Irish spring is near to us)
Brighid of the sunrise
Rising in the morning
Rising with the springtime
Greening all the land
See you in the soft cloud
See you in the raindrop
See you in the winds of change
Blowing through the land
You the red eared white cow
Nourishing the people
Nourish now the hunger
Souls longing in our land
Bird that is unfolding
Now the time’s upon us
Only have we eyes to see
Your Epiphany
Gabbaim molta Bríde (I praise Brighid)
Ionmhain í le hÉirinn (Beloved of Ireland)
Ionhain le gach tír í (Beloved of all lands)
Molaímis go léir i (Let us all praise her)
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OTHERS

#58 Ring Out Wild Bells

 

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild, wild sky,
the flying cloud, the frosty light:
the year is dying in the night;
ring out, wild bells, and let it die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
ring, happy bells, across the snow:
the year is going, let it go;
ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind
for those that here we see no more;
ring out the feud of rich and poor;
ring in redress to humankind.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
the civic slander and the spite;
ring in the love of truth and right;
ring in the common love of good.

NOTES

http://farfringe.com/stlt58-ring-out-wild-bells/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ring_Out,_Wild_Bells

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For Weddings And Funerals (Dead Man’s Bones)

Song: “Dead Man’s Bones”
Album: Dead Man’s Bones, 2009
Artist: Dead Man’s Bones

Dig a hole,
in the middle of the street.
Dig it down,
Six feet deep.

You should know,
that the world was built on bones.
Dressed in their best clothes,
there are rows and rows and rows,

Of dead man’s bones!
I’m talkin’ ’bout dead man’s bones!
Wherever you go,
take a look at your feet,
and down six feet deep
there’s dead man’s bones!

Bones! Bones! Bones, bones, bones, bones!

Dig ’em up,
Take ’em home
They’ve been livin’
Six feet deep!

You should know,
that the world was built on bones.
Take a look at your feet,
and down six feet deep
there’s dead man’s bones!

In the basement!
In the schoolhouse!
In the pavement!
In the water!
It’s a sound, (underground!)
there’s a sound! (underground!)
Six feet deep!

You should know,
that the world was built on bones.

Wherever you go,
take a look at your feet
down six feet deep
there’s dead man’s bones!
Bones! Bones! Bones, bones, bones, bones!

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