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There are probably many higher quality versions of this song around, but this recording sure has something:

Hush little baby don't you cry
You know your mama's bound to die...


sephira: (Default)
There are probably many higher quality versions of this song around, but this recording sure has something:

Hush little baby don't you cry
You know your mama's bound to die...


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You set your word

in this ear of dust

and write truths in my heart.

You end

my wandering

to bring me into concordance with you

that I may stand, unshaken,

before you

In the glow of perfect light

forever,

where no darkness is

forever,

where unsearchable peace is

forever.


For me, a creature of dust.





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You set your word

in this ear of dust

and write truths in my heart.

You end

my wandering

to bring me into concordance with you

that I may stand, unshaken,

before you

In the glow of perfect light

forever,

where no darkness is

forever,

where unsearchable peace is

forever.


For me, a creature of dust.





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"Oh what are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as white as snow."
"Those are the hill of heaven, my love
You and I will never know."

"Oh what are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as dark as night."
"Those are the hills of hell-fire, my love
Where you and I will unite."

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"Oh what are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as white as snow."
"Those are the hill of heaven, my love
You and I will never know."

"Oh what are those hills yonder, my love?
They look as dark as night."
"Those are the hills of hell-fire, my love
Where you and I will unite."

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My brother Cain, the wounded, liked to sit
Brushing my shoulder, by the staring water
Of life, or death, in cinemas half-lit
By scenes of peace that always turned to slaughter

He liked to talk to me. His eager voice
Whispered the puzzle of his bleeding thirst,
Or prayed me not to make my final choice,
Unless we had a chat about it first.

And then he chose the final pain for me.
I do not blame his nature: he's my brother;
Nor what you call the times: our love was free,
Would be the same at any time; but rather

The ageless ambiguity of things
Which makes our life mean death, our love be hate.
My blood that streams across the bedroom sings:
"I am my brother opening the gate!"

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My brother Cain, the wounded, liked to sit
Brushing my shoulder, by the staring water
Of life, or death, in cinemas half-lit
By scenes of peace that always turned to slaughter

He liked to talk to me. His eager voice
Whispered the puzzle of his bleeding thirst,
Or prayed me not to make my final choice,
Unless we had a chat about it first.

And then he chose the final pain for me.
I do not blame his nature: he's my brother;
Nor what you call the times: our love was free,
Would be the same at any time; but rather

The ageless ambiguity of things
Which makes our life mean death, our love be hate.
My blood that streams across the bedroom sings:
"I am my brother opening the gate!"

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Saint George, Our Lady’s knight

He walked day, he walked night

Till that he found that foul wight

 

And when he her found

He her beat and he her bound

Till truly there her troth she plight

That she should not come by night


Within seven rods of land

Where Saint George was named.

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Saint George, Our Lady’s knight

He walked day, he walked night

Till that he found that foul wight

 

And when he her found

He her beat and he her bound

Till truly there her troth she plight

That she should not come by night


Within seven rods of land

Where Saint George was named.

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The river of life flows through the meadows of Eden

And the meadows of Eden are below her garment

The moon is beneath her mantle

Her body is a song of colors

Carnation of roses answers to silver

Black ripe berries

And new-cut sandalwood

Are one note

The man who takes her is more blessed

Than the God who gives her;

And He is continually called blessed.

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The river of life flows through the meadows of Eden

And the meadows of Eden are below her garment

The moon is beneath her mantle

Her body is a song of colors

Carnation of roses answers to silver

Black ripe berries

And new-cut sandalwood

Are one note

The man who takes her is more blessed

Than the God who gives her;

And He is continually called blessed.

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Throughout this world walls stand wind-blown, covered with hoar-frost,

the dwellings storm-beaten. The wine-halls are crumbling,

the rulers lie dead, deprived of revelry, all the band of warriors has fallen proud by the wall.

War destroyed some, carried them away; a bird carried one off over the high sea;

the gray wolf shared one with death; a sad-faced man hid one in a grave.

 

Where has the horse gone? Where has the warrior gone?

Where has the giver of treasure gone? Where have the banquet seats gone?

Where are the revelries in the hall?

Alas, bright cup! Alas, armored warrior! Alas, princely splendor!

How that time has passed away, grown dark under cover of night, as if it had never been!

Now the wall, wondrously high, decorated with serpent designs,

outlasts the beloved band of warriors. 

The force of ash-wood spears destroyed the warriors,

weapons greedy for slaughter, and fate, that famed one,

and storms beat upon these stone slopes,

a driving snowstorm binds the earth,

the howling of winter, when it comes, dark,

the shadow of night grows dark,

sends from the north a fierce hailstorm, to the vexation of men.

All the kingdom of the earth is full of hardships,

the decree of the fates changes the world under the heavens.

Here wealth is transitory,

here friend is transitory,

here man is transitory,

here kinsman is transitory,

this whole foundation of the earth is becoming empty.



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Throughout this world walls stand wind-blown, covered with hoar-frost,

the dwellings storm-beaten. The wine-halls are crumbling,

the rulers lie dead, deprived of revelry, all the band of warriors has fallen proud by the wall.

War destroyed some, carried them away; a bird carried one off over the high sea;

the gray wolf shared one with death; a sad-faced man hid one in a grave.

 

Where has the horse gone? Where has the warrior gone?

Where has the giver of treasure gone? Where have the banquet seats gone?

Where are the revelries in the hall?

Alas, bright cup! Alas, armored warrior! Alas, princely splendor!

How that time has passed away, grown dark under cover of night, as if it had never been!

Now the wall, wondrously high, decorated with serpent designs,

outlasts the beloved band of warriors. 

The force of ash-wood spears destroyed the warriors,

weapons greedy for slaughter, and fate, that famed one,

and storms beat upon these stone slopes,

a driving snowstorm binds the earth,

the howling of winter, when it comes, dark,

the shadow of night grows dark,

sends from the north a fierce hailstorm, to the vexation of men.

All the kingdom of the earth is full of hardships,

the decree of the fates changes the world under the heavens.

Here wealth is transitory,

here friend is transitory,

here man is transitory,

here kinsman is transitory,

this whole foundation of the earth is becoming empty.



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Down in yon forest be a hall
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
'Tis coverleted over with purple and pall
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

Oh, in that hall is a pallet-bed
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
'Tis stained with blood like cardinal-red
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

And at that pallet is a stone
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
On which the virgin did atone
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

Under that hall is a gushing flood
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
From Christ's own side, 'tis water and blood
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

Beside that bed a shrub-tree grows
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
Since he was born it blooms and blows
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

Oh, on that bed a young squire sleeps
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
His wounds are sick and sick, he weeps
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

Oh, hail yon hall where none can sin
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
'Cause it's gold outside and silver within
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

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Down in yon forest be a hall
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
'Tis coverleted over with purple and pall
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

Oh, in that hall is a pallet-bed
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
'Tis stained with blood like cardinal-red
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

And at that pallet is a stone
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
On which the virgin did atone
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

Under that hall is a gushing flood
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
From Christ's own side, 'tis water and blood
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

Beside that bed a shrub-tree grows
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
Since he was born it blooms and blows
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

Oh, on that bed a young squire sleeps
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
His wounds are sick and sick, he weeps
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

Oh, hail yon hall where none can sin
    Sing May Queen May sing Mary
'Cause it's gold outside and silver within
    Sing all good men for the new born baby

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