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Faerie Fire
04:03
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Faeries we are gathering together, Faeries we are here
Hail and welcome all to revel in the lights and shades of queer
For wherever we Faeries are gathering, we make faerie space
Wherein we may open our hearts and fill with healing grace
And we burn faerie fire
Drum and chant by the fire
And we dance by the fire
And we love by the fire
We hold hands in circle together, calling each our names
Joyful freaks, hags, fags and drag kings, wizards, queens and dames
Shamans, trans*, Pans, polys and poets, storytellers and sprites
Healers, weavers, dreamers, magic-makers in pink tights
Joining hands in casting a circle, all our names we speak
Breathing our intentions alight in stating what we seek
Open hearts and open minds with no reproof we share
Tuning into all we are feeling, showing how we care
Sometimes we’re as bees to a honey pot, sometimes we’re lone wolves
Sharing love with affection warm, or keeping to ourselves
Here we can be truly who we are, our freedom flows like wine
Pouring forth in rainbow hues, our souls brightly shine
Faeries when our gathering is over, faeries we must part
Until we are gathering again, I’ll keep you in my heart
Though we must return to the concrete world in which we dwell
We can still hold fire in our hearts and faerie stories tell
And we burn faerie fire
In our hearts, faerie fire
And we burn faerie fire
In our hearts, faerie fire
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We Tend Our Gardens
05:26
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We tend our gardens all in the springtime
We gather flowers when summer comes
We then set store when the autumn leaves fall
We fuel the fire in the winter cold
When bitter bread and cheese was on the hedgerows
And word came through, I made my way home
A fine white swan flew out from the morning mist
Across my path flew then there a crow
As I was grieving my mother, gone that day
I took the swan for her soul in flight
I took that crow for the sadness in my heart
And I took hawthorn my hope to be
For as the swan soars into the morning light
And as the crow flies from tree to tree
So do fly parted souls to light and love
And sadness comes and sadness goes
And as the hawthorn it bitter may be now
Its spines as sharp as the briar and rose
It surely blossoms when May we welcome in
And hope remains and joy returns
So turns the circle around and round again
And life goes on and we do our best
We raise our glasses and drink to health and life
And we break bread with the ones we love
We sing the seasons around and round again
We mindful are that the time is now
When we take heed of the wheeling moon and sun
Well we take care of all we love
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Happy-Alone
03:58
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Missing something, you’re always missing something.
Craving something, you’re always craving something.
The glass is always empty, the sky is always heavy,
Night-time is always meant for more.
Hunting something, you’re always hunting something.
Judging something, you’re always judging something.
Those fears you can’t lay down, those smiles that make you frown.
Shouldn’t love be an easier song to sing?
The days that get you nowhere, the couples happily nowhere.
Winter-time that never turns to spring.
Trailing something, you’re always trailing something.
Grasping at something, you’re always grasping at something.
The town too loud for solos, the company of shadows.
Happiness a place you just can’t find.
Let it go. Be who you are and wonderful.
Let it show. Be who you are and beautiful.
Alone, your breath and body.
Alone, your step and story.
Alone this dream you’re living,
Alone this day you’re sharing.
Alone, happy alone.
Happy alone, my breath and body.
Happy alone, my step and my story.
Happy alone, this dream I’m living,
Happy alone, this day I’m sharing.
Alone, happy alone.
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O Cock of the morning
With a dream in his hand
My love has come home
To the wonderful land.
He bursts through the door
With his eyes like the sun
And his kitbag crammed full
Of the treasures he's won.
There’s a pearl shell from Broome
And a tall Darwin tale
And coral and clam,
And the jaws of a whale.
And my kitchen is full
Of the smell of the sea
And the leaping green fishes
My love brings to me.
O tumble your treasures
From Darwin to Broome
And fill with your glory
This straight little room.
With the sun in the morning
Ablaze on his chest,
My love has come home
From the north of nor’west
And deep in our bed,
We'll love and we'll lie,
We'll kiss and we'll listen
To the rain in the sky.
Warm as the summer,
We've hived winter long,
My love has come home
Like King Solomon's song
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Your Love Be Mine
05:36
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Close your eyes
Slowly breathe deeply in, hold a moment and release
Slowly breathe deeply in, follow, find yourself at peace
Deep on a hot summer night, deem my love to be yours
I will find you, love, where you live
I will find you, love, where waters run bright
By the sea, deep on a hot summer night
By the sea, deem my love to be yours
Let my love be yours, your love be mine
In a gently swaying golden field you stand
Beside an old oak in full green force
Gazing out to distant mountain lands
Solstice sunrise begins its course
In the early light you reach to greet the sun
Boundlessly sky-clad and lithe
Every fibre of your being firing as one
Finding light, vital, young and alive
Your roots are spreading deep and wide
Holding you earthfast and strong
Into air you’re extending high
Eastward breezing, free, where you belong
In the fire-dance of sunrise you revel
Burning away shame and sorrow
Rejoicing in renewal and revival
Bathing where bright waters flow
Now circled with your love-tribe in the green
In every breath receiving calm
Leaving you lean, sharp and keen
Sighing away the shadows of harm
You inspire and surrender in equal measure
Sharing preparing your rare brew
Caressing, celebrating pleasure
Nourishing the company around you
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Red and Green
04:40
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I dreamed the old dream just last night,
Red and Green, and going home;
I dreamed of no wars left to fight,
Red and Green, and going home.
I dreamed of those who know no rest,
Red and Green, and going home;
The refugees and the dispossessed,
Red and Green, and going home.
And submarines ploughshared the sand,
Red and Green, and going home;
And factories turned to fertile land,
Red and Green, and going home.
We healed the sick and the obscene,
Red and Green, and going home;
The leper and the limousine,
Red and Green, and going home.
We saw our likeness in each face,
Red and Green, and going home;
And with each kindness, gathered grace,
Red and Green, and going home.
So broke the walls of greed and fear,
Red and Green, and going home;
With love to all things suffering here,
Red and Green, and going home.
Ah, these are old dreams, nothing new,
Red and Green, and going home;
Of yet to come, nonetheless true,
Red and Green, and going home.
Red and Green, and going home.
Red and Green, and going home.
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I See Beauty Everywhere
03:47
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I don’t mind if the sun don’t shine, there’s beauty everywhere
Come, rain, fall, water all the flowers, and grow the food we share
I see beauty everywhere
In the smile of a child with big blue eyes
I see beauty when my mother smiles through my children’s beams
In lovers dancing on the riverbank
I see beauty in the wizened hands of elders recounting dreams
In the glinting dance of the light on the water
I see beauty in slender youth with long blond hair
Two sleeping boys on a goodbye morning
I see beauty where eagles fly in the high mountain air
And the dancing, oh the dancing
Sparks and little arrows flying wild
Hands and arms and locked eyes beguiled
Never known dancing so entrancing
In the garden’s calm on an afternoon in summer
I see beauty where our voices resound in sacred places
In the greening of the trees in their upswelling
I see beauty as a rainbow of love the world embraces
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Never Stop Singing
03:43
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My son, my inventive one
My challenge and my pride
Never prouder than today
The day you make this stride
Deep in your ancestry
Following history
Sailing your sea
Never stop singing
Never stop playing
Never stop having fun
Never stop dancing
Never stop laughing
Never stop trying in life to be one
My son, my wise one
Daily you teach me
Always I’m surprised,
With Blackbird you just fly
Quick as you grow
Knowing all that you know
So follow your flow
Be one who makes a difference, one who does right
As you inspire our love
Be one with the world and the light
Be the change in the world for which you call
Let the light in you honour the light in us all
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Lost Boy (Beloved)
04:21
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The crocodile kept ticking,
Your shadow flew away,
Bedtime stories won't soothe you,
Or help you sleep today
Lost boy, find your way back home.
Find your way to fly back to Neverland you go.
Oh, Lost boy I hope that you are found,
And no one ever brings you down.
Kisses are only thimbles.
Happy thoughts won't help you fly.
There's a little child inside your soul.
And sad thoughts make you cry.
My beloved where have you gone?
Second star to the right.
Beloved keep flying on,
Into the morning light.
Now the crocodile has stopped ticking
Your shadow has returned.
Kisses are more than thimbles.
From you we’ve learned you were a ...
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Solstice in Avalon
07:32
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Of Prometheus, how undaunted
On Olympus’ shining bastions
His audacious foot he planted,
Myths are told and songs are chanted,
Full of promptings and suggestions.
Beautiful is the tradition
Of that flight through heavenly portals,
The old classic superstition
Of the theft and the transmission
Of the fire of the Immortals!
Hard by Paddington Farm
Stands Paddington Wood
Where deep within
Ananga and his Faerie friends from far
Blissfully danced, pranced, and vaguely stood.
What sounds were heard; what scenes appeared
Oh, those flames did bond and purge,
Our kisses touched oblivion.
And hidden in their secret bower
All in fragrant night’s flower,
The satyrs of Paddington Wood
Crouched silently and watched in wonder struck.
And turning to his shaggy mate, one did whisper in a hush,
“For never yet did I behold mortals like to these,
Neither Man nor Woman
I am awed as I look upon them”
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Harry Kellswater
06:02
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Once more now I crave your attention
A story I will sing to you
Of when I was younger and slighter
And often-times lost in the blue
Down by the green shades I’ll meet him
Amongst the wild roses we’ll sing
It’s early, so early in the summer
When the greenwoods with new life ring clear
It’s then that the gentle souls gather
And it’s there that I first met my dear
For when I grew weary of the feasting
And I stepped away from the fair
A-walking down by the green briars
The loveliest lad I saw there
His blue eyes they shone out like diamonds
His yellow hair tumbled in curls
And his waist as slender as willows
His smile as pretty as pearls
Gaily he bade me good morning
And it’s gaily I gave him the same
And we smiled together in the sunshine
So boldly I asked him his name
My name, Sir, is Harry Kellswater
I came here a-seeking like you
That we two no longer be aching
For one to love and be true
Then in the shade of the oak tree
On the moss we sat down and talked
Of life and of love, and, by and by
Down by the river we walked
Hand in hand we went onward
Down the long lane me he led
Down to his bower he showed me
Downy soft was the bed
And all the day long we were rolling
I never had known such delight
The beauty of life and of loving
I lay in his arms that night
Here’s a health to you, Harry Kellswater
You bring me the pleasures of life
The beauties of loving and giving
And respite from strife
It’s yonder my Harry’s approaching
He said he’d return in the spring
Down by the green shades I’ll meet him
Amongst the wild roses we’ll sing
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Go well Faerie Dust and Johnny Allday
Let good times lead you on your way
Let Home be where you choose today to feel free
Go well Dust and Johnny Allday
Go well Faerie Dust and Johnny Allday
This song is Gandalf’s gift, I’ll sing it best I can
For two beauteous lads of Albion’s Faerie clan
Johnny Allday and Dust their Faerie names
Gifts from the glowing heart of Faerie flames
In high heels Johnny’s out for a glass or two
He thinks to climb a wall would be the thing to do
You know where this is going, it doesn’t end too well
But he’ll look back and smile, he’s got a tale to tell
Dust is cleaning up the van and showing folks around
A compact home for life on the road and feet on the ground
A home-made gypsy caravan biscuit tin
Cosy cottage on wheels, love and warmth within
You look like love’s young dream; you might be Darby and Jon
You shine into a room and flame on
Portugal, Old Albion, Bristol or Berlin
Wherever you go, boys, keep your light burning
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Marc Block Nottingham, UK
"one of the most exciting singers I've heard in a long, long time" - Mike Harding
“The joy in the
singing is totally what I need right now” – Peggy Seeger
"Really good stuff" - Mark Radcliffe, BBC R2
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