O Waly Waly – Benjamin Britten

excellent

Charlotte Hoather

This is a folk song of Scottish origin of which there are innumerable versions. The modern lyrics ‘the Water is Wide’ was named by Cecil Sharp in 1906 from multiple other sources in Southern England, following English lyrics with a different story.

Benjamin Britten

Benjamin Britten used the melody and verses of The Water is Wide for his version in 1948 which doesn’t have the O Waly Waly verse yet is still called O Waly Waly.

Kathleen Ferrier

The modern version of the song was sung by Pete Seeger in the folk revival. It has also been recorded by Sarah Brightman, Janet Baker, Sir Thomas Allen whose masterclass at the RCS I attended last week, and Kathleen Ferrier to name just a few.

Meeting Sir Thomas Allen Following A Masterclass At The RCS

Here is a performance that I recorded back in August 2013 whilst performing at a recital in…

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Celtic Legends- The irish Washerwoman

Sides of truth

must read

Loreena mckennit

The writers

Let creativity flow through the pen connected to thoughts and emotion. As writers we lend our perspectives according to life as we live it. What we experience influences us, environment and things that we see, whatever it is that inspired us we claim for ourselves for insight to share with others. The ability to correspond our insight as writers truly is a gift, we are born to create life into words. We are the observers of life we are the writer of experience……

Life not as a stright line

My sweet whisper
It’s not the end darkened heart
I had been enticed by the sad lament
In this day I had to leave untethered study
There is not much of a room to keep company
Depressing walls of yellow
A mess of belongings
I am out the door early
There might have to be a day to defend
Unlawful interrogators
Side by side the entrance
I question my mind through logic
And I believe worth declining
It is hard to be there out in scores
When everyone just wants to sound like they are brilliant
Sensing every inch of pulse
I dare not look into those eyes that create rupture
Within myself and what I think I leave to pages
Words in voice lead to anguish
Onto the end I march
Onto waiting for these uninvited souls I keep wait on
Through my eyes spills signals compelling the chosen
My sweet whisper
It’s not the end of darkened hearts

Honors Sorrow

Honors Sorrow
We sit amongst people empty and distorted
History in our genetic bones
Upon the crystal the witches throne
Through the ball
Written in the pages by another
Unusual condolences from a fever
Travelling different worlds
Loss of love
Feeling cannot just end just because something has gone away
And everything comes back to tears
Nature by affects
Dust by the time of accordance
And there shall be mourning
In honors sorrow

Goddess

Goddess
Thy Lips, soft to mine
Thy heart I see no blind
To a fool whole hardheartedly
Only longing to see love
In thy heart true
Mine heart runs with fire
Embers of thy love my blood hath filled
A scent of magic
Thy heart I long to fill
Thy heart, thy heart
Wow onto me

From Goddess Above. Mo ghrá, mo chroí … Éist liom (Gaelic/English)

impressed

Hallows Eve

Cost of living shadows, spirits uncrossed

A birth among the forest floor

The old ritual beckoning the wind

Allowing passage from a wrongful place

Alone, with willing thoughts to carry souls purity

Arms wrapped around this body clothed in white of light

The darkness has no savoir

On hallows eve three spirits gather

For a blessing of another

These days that pass along through numbers

relevant pathway predetermined fate

Instruments of the earth infect so much of our being

The lands energy lost in translation

Let us talk to the soul burdened,

Let us pass her to the goddess

Fire fills the moon

One less soul left unwarranted

I close my eyes and gather the elements

Experience made wise our blessed love giving