The mystical poem from Yeats describing the Archetypal Tree, its stages and the Eternal Renewal - there are very few songs as deep and sacred as this one.
Yes, this is a deep and sacred thing -- not completely obvious in its implications -- but very potent. I love Yeats -- I love his call for the renewal of centre in The Second Coming -- and I see this vision of Sacred Tree as an empowerment principle.
Also can be seen as relating to the two trees in the Garden of Eden; the Tree of Life with its limitless promise and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil which, when eaten from in rebellion, brought death and cancelled the promise of the other tree, requiring a Savior. So from a Christian view, it is nothing less than the depiction of the Fall
I pretty much agree with you, despite your mis-spelling of Yeats’ name. I’ve often cried to this version by Ms. McKennitt. She is such a profound melodist that she helps the words sneak in through the back door of our soul, and linger there, provoking a higher consciousness, if only for a few seconds, in which we begin to feel all time in one instant.
@@mrknotthall you said your response was that you were leaving Facebook and I tried to make the point that this poem was the inspiration to Dylan’s song “you ain’t going nowhere” That tree of life is also the focus point of Dylan’s song “Death is not the end”
This is my favorite song from The Mask and The Mirror album. I bought it when it was released and have been enjoying it ever since. It is timeless- just like Yeats.
Hello, from Israel. There is a lot of depth within this poem, and these lyrics are absolutely mystical. What a great voice, Loreena Mckennitt has. What a great divine angel. The musical arrangement reminds me, especially in the end, the concept of the spiraling movement of the Circle of Love (also, the circle of life), which William Butler Yeats, wrote in this poem: "There the Loves a circle go, The flaming Circle of our days, Gyring, spiring, to and fro, In those great Ignorance leafy ways" Yeats elaborated in his book A Vision a system in which geometrical figures are moving within two cones, interpenetrating each other, or intertwined in their movement within each other. These cones are also coined Gyres, and according to the system they control the course of human history, in frequent cycles, which were divided by Yeats to eras of the history of mankind. So, as a result, Yeats imbued in his poems, that symbol of the gyre, including another personal poem, which moved me very much: The Gift of Harun Al-Raschid. And of course, his famous poem, The Second Coming.
Many many thanks, Mirjam pie, to see you making your big like and for showing your love to my comment to this musical masterpiece that you have uploaded. I am sending you great cheers from Israel.
@@copperman752 Copper Man, first of all, I am very regretful to write to you very lately and only now. But... I am appreciating very much, your sincere sensitiveness, for the better. As for Yeats and Loreena McKennitt: They make me very emotional at times. Also, for the best... I have to admit that Yeats's poetry and artistic career, gave me personal insights, in regard to some symbolical connections in my past, but I cannot reveal which ones, because of privacy issues.
This absolute mythical leviathan of a song pushes it's way into the top 200 of my Top 700 Songs of All Time. Absolutely mystical, comparable to the very best of classical music.
Gum Nut ...friend, l will tell you this about LEVIATHAN that you speak of- HE IS NOT A MYTH. IN THE BIBLE, IN THE BOOK OF JOB (jobe pronounced), CH.41 HE IS A FIRE BREATHING, AWESOME, UNBEATABLE, UNTAMEABLE CREATURE WITH A HEART OF STONE, CREATED BY GOD ALMIGHTY- FOR HIS OWN PLEASURE. HE IS THE KING OVER ALL THE CHILDREN OF PRIDE. FACT. Just so you know. Randy S
You almost sound crazy as the numbers in your top list but I prefer to believe that than consider how many titles I have in my absolute bests playlist. Ahem. Jokes apart, I completely agree with your comment. The poem was marvellous already and the music and voice of Loreena empower the text.
When I hear this, I'm reminded of the Greek myth "Baucis and Philemon" about a couple who were transformed into two trees but joined at the trunk when it was their time to die. The gods had transformed themselves into peasant humans to visit a village but were treated badly by the townsfolk. The old couple welcomed them into their home and fed them. When the gods revealed their true identities, they told the couple they would destroy the town for their bad deeds but they would be spared because of their kindness and granted the couple a wish. Their wish was that when it was time to die, they would die together so one would not be left alone. So they died together but were transformed into two different trees (an oak and a cypress) with a single trunk.
When William Butler Yeats wrote this beautiful poem he probably, was reminded of his own passage, taken from his Secret Rose story cycle, part of the story Of Costello the Proud, of Oona the Daughter , of Dermot and of the Bitter Tongue: The next day a fisherman found him lying among the reeds upon the lake shore, lying upon the white lake sand, and carried him to his own house. And the peasants lamented over him and sang the keen, and laid him in the Abbey on Insula Trinitatis with only the ruined altar between him and MacDermot’s daughter, and planted above them two ash-trees that in after days wove their branches together and mingled their leaves.
Thank you Loreena for your work! You stand amongst a few special musicians who bring a special depth to music. Definitely a queen of this genre. New discovery from Highlander III.
Lorrena und ihre Musik haben mich durch die schwerste Zeit meines Lebens gebracht.... habe mein Vater und Mutter bei einem schweren Verkehrsunfall verloren... ich war der Fahrer... mein Vater starb neben mir... meine Mutter hinter mir...ich war nur leicht verletzt und konnte nichts tun, trotz medizinischer Ausbildung da ich eingeklemmt war. Mir wurde immer wieder versichert von Polizei und Justiz das ich nicht schuldig war. Ich hab mir trotzdem die Schuld gegeben, da ich meine Eltern auf eine Spritztour eingeladen hatte... da auch meine Eltern sehr gerne Loreena gehört haben, spielte dieses Lied auf ihrer Beerdigung. Dieses Lied ist für mich immer mit meinen Eltern verbunden.... ich vermisse euch so... Danke Loreena für deine engelsgleiche Stimme und den Balsam für die geschundene Seele.
Two trees; one is from China, one is from Britain. One is well versed in Celtic mysticism, is a teacher, knows languages, has travelled far and wide, gave his mind to students. The other knows not the mystic nature of her land, and its long traditions, it took a man from far away to teach her, she gave her heart and body to him. Both met, in an Arab land, and loved each other. Now apart.
Masterpiece ❤ thank u so much for this mystic , warm, soul touching great , very shallow beautiful harmonious music ❤ it really sounds like a hymn for our trees a way of respecting our true nature also❤❤❤
I love the moment when Bess lets her hair tumble down to the highwayman's face and he kisses her hair...so romantic...I have had long hair before and my bf loved it...
THE TWO TREES by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) ELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee. There the Loves a circle go, The flaming circle of our days, Gyring, spiring to and fro In those great ignorant leafy ways; Remembering all that shaken hair And how the wingèd sandals dart, Thine eyes grow full of tender care: Beloved, gaze in thine own heart. Gaze no more in the bitter glass The demons, with their subtle guile, Lift up before us when they pass, Or only gaze a little while; For there a fatal image grows That the stormy night receives, Roots half hidden under snows, Broken boughs and blackened leaves. For all things turn to barrenness In the dim glass the demons hold, The glass of outer weariness, Made when God slept in times of old. There, through the broken branches, go The ravens of unresting thought; Flying, crying, to and fro, Cruel claw and hungry throat, Or else they stand and sniff the wind, And shake their ragged wings; alas! Thy tender eyes grow all unkind: Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
@@PoFFizdaMan 😂 I painted a tree, that looks very familiar to that one. But it doesn't have the red background. It was in sherwood forest, nearby the big oak.
Oh wow. This is one of her most unsettling songs ever. Lovely music and voice but be cautioned, this song (poem) is not all shiny and cozy. I was quite disturbed.
Note that Yeats ends the poem "...Gaze no more in the bitter glass" on a bitter note, but Loreena repeats the first few lines of the poem to leave a sweeter taste in the mouth.
Tradução português ;Amado, olhe em seu coração A árvore sagrada está crescendo De alegria nascem os galhos sagrados E todas as flores tremulas deles vem As distintas cores de seus frutos Presentearam as estrelas com maravilhosa luz A certeza de suas raízes escondidas Foram plantadas silenciosamente à noite O balanço de sua cabeça frondosa Deu as ondas suas melodias E uniu meus lábios com a música Murmurando uma canção mágica para ti Ali, o amor, um círculo criou O circulo flamejante de nossos dias Girando, balançando prá lá e pra cá Com seu jeito frondoso maravilhosamente ignorante Lembrando os cabelos esvoaçantes E como as sandálias aladas se movem Pequenos olhos crescem cheios de ternura Amado, olhe em seu coração Não olhe para o vidro amargo Demônios, com sua astúcia sutil Revelam-se enquando passamos Ou olhe apenas por um momento Pois uma imagem fatal avança A noite chuvosa recebe Raízes meio escondidas sob a neve Galhos quebrados e folhas escurecidas Pois todas as coisas acabam No vidro transparente os demonios aguardam. O vidro do cansaço longínquo Feito quando Deus dormiu em eras antigas Lá, através dos galhos quebrados, vão Os corvos de incansáveis pensamentos Voando, chorando, pra cá e pra lá Garra cruel e garganta faminta Ou então eles param, cheiram o vento E balançam suas assas esfarrapadas, ai de mim! Teus olhos ternos crescem com toda crueldade Não olhe mais para o vidro amargo Amado, olhe dentro de seu coração A árvore sagrada está crescendo De alegria nascem os galhos sagrados E todas as flores tremulas deles vem Lembrando os cabelos esvoaçantes E como as sandálias aladas se movem Pequenos olhos crescem cheios de ternura Amado, olhe em seu coração
Toca lo más profundo aún después de casi treinta años, hay un lamento y belleza y ternura y espiritualidad y... tanto que ella consigue volver carne, real.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody. And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee, There the Loves a circle go, The flaming circle of our days, Gyring, spiring to and fro In those great ignorant leafy ways; Remembering all that shaken hair And how the winged sandals dart Thine eyes grow full of tender care; Beloved, gaze in thine own heart. Gaze no more in the bitter glass The demons, with their subtle guile, Lift up before us when they pass, Or only gaze a little while; For there a fatal image grows That the stormy night receives, Roots half hidden under snows, Broken boughs and blackened leaves. For all things turn to bareness In the dim glass the demons hold, The glass of outer weariness, Made when God slept in times of old. There, through the broken branches, go The ravens of unresting thought; Flying, crying, to and fro, Cruel claw and hungry throat, Or else they stand and sniff the wind, And shake their ragged wings: alas! Thy tender eyes grow all unkind: Gaze no more in the bitter glass. Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. Remembering all that shaken hair And how the winged sandals dart, Thine eyes grow full of tender care; Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
When Yeats wrote this in the 1890's, I wonder if he thought "maybe in a hundred years or so, someone will put it to music and song". Worth the wait.
The mystical poem from Yeats describing the Archetypal Tree, its stages and the Eternal Renewal - there are very few songs as deep and sacred as this one.
Bruno LeCathare Indeed!
This is really a beautiful song and true and inspiring.
Yes, this is a deep and sacred thing -- not completely obvious in its implications -- but very potent. I love Yeats -- I love his call for the renewal of centre in The Second Coming -- and I see this vision of Sacred Tree as an empowerment principle.
Also can be seen as relating to the two trees in the Garden of Eden; the Tree of Life with its limitless promise and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil which, when eaten from in rebellion, brought death and cancelled the promise of the other tree, requiring a Savior. So from a Christian view, it is nothing less than the depiction of the Fall
@@krzychol83 One of my favourites by YEATS
She sings his poem most beautifully
I owe a great debt to Loreena for the many hours of enchanted joy I found in her music
This is Ms McKenitt’s masterpiece in my opinion. Absolutely perfect setting of Yates’ goosebump instilling text
I pretty much agree with you, despite your mis-spelling of Yeats’ name. I’ve often cried to this version by Ms. McKennitt. She is such a profound melodist that she helps the words sneak in through the back door of our soul, and linger there, provoking a higher consciousness, if only for a few seconds, in which we begin to feel all time in one instant.
So very true but There are where this came from!! Check out her music!! She uses many famous poems set to music...
Its just stunning, never fails to make me cry xx
No words, just tears.
"Gaze no more in the bitter glass." Goodbye Facebook
Profound. Thank you.
@@mrknotthall strap yourself to the tree with roots, you ain’t going nowhere
@@Lazariuk I don’t understand what you said. Please explain.
@@mrknotthall you said your response was that you were leaving Facebook and I tried to make the point that this poem was the inspiration to Dylan’s song “you ain’t going nowhere”
That tree of life is also the focus point of Dylan’s song “Death is not the end”
I guess it was Simone who made that comment. Sorry for the confusion.
Beautiful song cant get enough of her voice!!
This is my favorite song from The Mask and The Mirror album. I bought it when it was released and have been enjoying it ever since. It is timeless- just like Yeats.
The words of the poem so expertly mixed with such perfect music. Brilliant...
Hello, from Israel. There is a lot of depth within this poem, and these lyrics are absolutely mystical. What a great voice, Loreena Mckennitt has. What a great divine angel. The musical arrangement reminds me, especially in the end, the concept of the spiraling movement of the Circle of Love (also, the circle of life), which William Butler Yeats, wrote in this poem:
"There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming Circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring, to and fro,
In those great Ignorance leafy ways"
Yeats elaborated in his book A Vision a system in which geometrical figures are moving within two cones, interpenetrating each other, or intertwined in their movement within each other.
These cones are also coined Gyres, and according to the system they control the course of human history, in frequent cycles, which were divided by Yeats to eras of the history of mankind. So, as a result, Yeats imbued in his poems, that symbol of the gyre, including another personal poem, which moved me very much: The Gift of Harun Al-Raschid. And of course, his famous poem, The Second Coming.
Many many thanks, Mirjam pie, to see you making your big like and for showing your love to my comment to this musical masterpiece that you have uploaded. I am sending you great cheers from Israel.
Thank you for your beautiful post. I am weeping.
@@copperman752
Copper Man, first of all, I am very regretful to write to you very lately and only now. But... I am appreciating very much, your sincere sensitiveness, for the better. As for Yeats and Loreena McKennitt: They make me very emotional at times. Also, for the best... I have to admit that Yeats's poetry and artistic career, gave me personal insights, in regard to some symbolical connections in my past, but I cannot reveal which ones, because of privacy issues.
This absolute mythical leviathan of a song pushes it's way into the top 200 of my Top 700 Songs of All Time. Absolutely mystical, comparable to the very best of classical music.
Gum Nut ...friend, l will tell you this about LEVIATHAN that you speak of- HE IS NOT A MYTH. IN THE BIBLE, IN THE BOOK OF JOB (jobe pronounced),
CH.41 HE IS A FIRE BREATHING, AWESOME, UNBEATABLE, UNTAMEABLE CREATURE WITH A HEART OF STONE, CREATED BY GOD ALMIGHTY- FOR HIS OWN PLEASURE. HE IS THE KING OVER ALL THE CHILDREN OF PRIDE. FACT. Just so you know. Randy S
You almost sound crazy as the numbers in your top list but I prefer to believe that than consider how many titles I have in my absolute bests playlist. Ahem.
Jokes apart, I completely agree with your comment. The poem was marvellous already and the music and voice of Loreena empower the text.
She is an angel here on this planet...
🍿🍁
I saw this woman live, she was incredible.
DingDongDanger you’re one lucky human being alive!!
La veré pronto 9 de noviembre 😊😊😊
yes she is
Just seen her in Manchester...she was incredible, just otherworldly.
AND a very lovely and gracious person in the bargain !
When I hear this, I'm reminded of the Greek myth "Baucis and Philemon" about a couple who were transformed into two trees but joined at the trunk when it was their time to die. The gods had transformed themselves into peasant humans to visit a village but were treated badly by the townsfolk. The old couple welcomed them into their home and fed them. When the gods revealed their true identities, they told the couple they would destroy the town for their bad deeds but they would be spared because of their kindness and granted the couple a wish. Their wish was that when it was time to die, they would die together so one would not be left alone. So they died together but were transformed into two different trees (an oak and a cypress) with a single trunk.
I always imagine Tolkien, especially The Silmarillion.
Thank you.
Dude that sounds totally made-up! Lol
I've read it as "The Linden and the Oak"-reverence and eternity
When William Butler Yeats wrote this beautiful poem he probably, was reminded of his own passage, taken from his Secret Rose story cycle, part of the story Of Costello the Proud, of Oona the Daughter
, of Dermot and of the Bitter Tongue:
The next day a fisherman found him lying among the reeds upon the lake
shore, lying upon the white lake sand, and carried him to his own house. And the
peasants lamented over him and sang the keen, and laid him in the Abbey on Insula
Trinitatis with only the ruined altar between him and MacDermot’s daughter, and
planted above them two ash-trees that in after days wove their branches together and
mingled their leaves.
Just seen her in concert in Manchester
..it was a mystical experience. Just unbelievable.
I will see her in Florence on July 20th.
Saw her yesterday in Valencia, Spain. Magical experience
Irish uilleann pipe is incredible !!!
Wonderful Trees. Indeed, the deeper its roots the higher and prettier the trees are. So let's turn to our souls so we can shine like trees.
Indeed my friend 💚
@@Mirjam1970 ❤️
A great song about the demons we all have. And never dwell too long on our dark side. Because we all have them.
Utterly beautiful
This makes me think of a dear friend who is going through hard times...and I hope one day he finds his springtime again.
I hope so too ❤️
how is he now?
mrknotthall He made it through. 🥰
This song is so incredible.
Thank you Loreena for your work! You stand amongst a few special musicians who bring a special depth to music. Definitely a queen of this genre. New discovery from Highlander III.
heard this song over & over yet can't get over it. Something is new each time i listen to it
aschizom hytyuyi
Mmhmm
Lorrena und ihre Musik haben mich durch die schwerste Zeit meines Lebens gebracht.... habe mein Vater und Mutter bei einem schweren Verkehrsunfall verloren... ich war der Fahrer... mein Vater starb neben mir... meine Mutter hinter mir...ich war nur leicht verletzt und konnte nichts tun, trotz medizinischer Ausbildung da ich eingeklemmt war. Mir wurde immer wieder versichert von Polizei und Justiz das ich nicht schuldig war. Ich hab mir trotzdem die Schuld gegeben, da ich meine Eltern auf eine Spritztour eingeladen hatte... da auch meine Eltern sehr gerne Loreena gehört haben, spielte dieses Lied auf ihrer Beerdigung. Dieses Lied ist für mich immer mit meinen Eltern verbunden.... ich vermisse euch so... Danke Loreena für deine engelsgleiche Stimme und den Balsam für die geschundene Seele.
Two trees; one is from China, one is from Britain. One is well versed in Celtic mysticism, is a teacher, knows languages, has travelled far and wide, gave his mind to students. The other knows not the mystic nature of her land, and its long traditions, it took a man from far away to teach her, she gave her heart and body to him. Both met, in an Arab land, and loved each other. Now apart.
This poem and song exhausts me.
I saw the beautiful Loreena M.
Years ago at an outdoor concert in
Scottsdale..Gives me the feeling of
Magic and inspiration..
The song and its delivery are BEAUTIFUL. The jackass who put commercials in the mddle if this beauty should be cursed to never have a restful sleep.
Masterpiece ❤ thank u so much for this mystic , warm, soul touching great , very shallow beautiful harmonious music ❤ it really sounds like a hymn for our trees a way of respecting our true nature also❤❤❤
When Man was still connected to glorious Nature.
I love the moment when Bess lets her hair tumble down to the highwayman's face and he kisses her hair...so romantic...I have had long hair before and my bf loved it...
THE TWO TREES
by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
ELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Murmurings
Thank you.
💛🧡💚💙💜❤
💞
Thank you
Difficult blank verses made into a song. Amazing skill and talent.
One of the most beautiful songs ever!!!
love the song. God created trees and trees are wonderful.
"⚘"
This is so beautiful ❣❣
What an amazing talent Loreena is ❣❣😍
Wish I had discovered her long time ago😊
The cello on this song is lovely. Played by the equally lovely Caroline Lavalle.
when seeing the title of this song, i suddenly though of Laurerin and Telperion... The two tree of Valinor...
NERD ALERT!!!!!
....
But, uh, yeah ... I did too.
Yavanah Kementari could have sung it herself.
I can see Loreena as Yavanna
'The Two Trees of Valinor' was my first thought too.
@@HotelPapa100 Yeah, she's lovely
One of the most beautiful songs ever written. It took me years, but i finally found this tree and visited and took my own photos.
Where is it?
@@Mirjam1970, heh.. that's the mystery. If i tell you, it would spoil the magic.
@@PoFFizdaMan 😂 I painted a tree, that looks very familiar to that one. But it doesn't have the red background. It was in sherwood forest, nearby the big oak.
Mirjam pie Its a Japanese maple tree next to pond at Portland Japanese Garden. ❤️
Adoro esta mujer, adoro su voz, me llena de paz y de magia 💖
Magnifique. Artiste rare. A jamais dans mon cœur.
Beautifull song loreena mckennit is amazing.
these lyrics are just magical
The souls finally gazed upon one another the tree has life, her lover knew what to do!
Oh wow. This is one of her most unsettling songs ever.
Lovely music and voice but be cautioned,
this song (poem)
is not all shiny and cozy.
I was quite disturbed.
Note that Yeats ends the poem "...Gaze no more in the bitter glass" on a bitter note, but Loreena repeats the first few lines of the poem to leave a sweeter taste in the mouth.
This is big,
so big
so great, wonderful, magical, it's incredible
Hermosa musica dulce anscestral llena de magia mistica. Bella voz dulce sacra.
Cada música linda, não tem como não se emocionar com essa voz abençoada!!!!!
Wow! 😍 beautiful music 🎶 ❤ takes you to a place whose existence was forgotten ....
So beautiful
This was heavenly. Incredible voice.
I would bow down and kiss her feet if only I got a chance to meet her.
Loreena McKennitt is incredibly special
Yes, and yet she is only a humble servant of Spirit.
Good music !
It's so beautiful , something coming from the past , a time close to change forever.
You are LOVED !
Nunca la había escuchado, pero me fascina
TODAY IS YOUR DAY OF MEDITATION......SO TO 2 TREES I SIT NOW WITH A CLARITY OF YOU...
WISHING DEEP TOUCHING AS THIS MUSIC ALWAYS TOUCHES ME....JEFF
This music is from the heart.
"I think that I shall never see POEM LOVELY AS A TREE..." Joyce Kilmer TREES
Perfect for Highlander 3!!!
Tradução português ;Amado, olhe em seu coração
A árvore sagrada está crescendo
De alegria nascem os galhos sagrados
E todas as flores tremulas deles vem
As distintas cores de seus frutos
Presentearam as estrelas com maravilhosa luz
A certeza de suas raízes escondidas
Foram plantadas silenciosamente à noite
O balanço de sua cabeça frondosa
Deu as ondas suas melodias
E uniu meus lábios com a música
Murmurando uma canção mágica para ti
Ali, o amor, um círculo criou
O circulo flamejante de nossos dias
Girando, balançando prá lá e pra cá
Com seu jeito frondoso maravilhosamente ignorante
Lembrando os cabelos esvoaçantes
E como as sandálias aladas se movem
Pequenos olhos crescem cheios de ternura
Amado, olhe em seu coração
Não olhe para o vidro amargo
Demônios, com sua astúcia sutil
Revelam-se enquando passamos
Ou olhe apenas por um momento
Pois uma imagem fatal avança
A noite chuvosa recebe
Raízes meio escondidas sob a neve
Galhos quebrados e folhas escurecidas
Pois todas as coisas acabam
No vidro transparente os demonios aguardam.
O vidro do cansaço longínquo
Feito quando Deus dormiu em eras antigas
Lá, através dos galhos quebrados, vão
Os corvos de incansáveis pensamentos
Voando, chorando, pra cá e pra lá
Garra cruel e garganta faminta
Ou então eles param, cheiram o vento
E balançam suas assas esfarrapadas, ai de mim!
Teus olhos ternos crescem com toda crueldade
Não olhe mais para o vidro amargo
Amado, olhe dentro de seu coração
A árvore sagrada está crescendo
De alegria nascem os galhos sagrados
E todas as flores tremulas deles vem
Lembrando os cabelos esvoaçantes
E como as sandálias aladas se movem
Pequenos olhos crescem cheios de ternura
Amado, olhe em seu coração
Obrigado
Obg
♥
Loreena your songs is magic.
Recordando la música de Loreena. Volver atrás, en mi casa oyendo esto, y mis padres allí conmigo.
So beautiful x the voice , lyrics, brings tears to my eyes so haunting xx
j'adoreeeeeeee merveilleuse chanteuse
Maravilhosa !!!!!🇧🇷 Amo desde sempre !!! Bom gosto ao extremo!!! Canta com a voz dos anjos celestiais com absoluta certeza🥰🌹♥️
Listening to this when I'm sad.
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Where would the world be without the Irish?
And the Canadians...since that's what Loreena is. :D
@@margekinsonresident5511 and the greek mythology, since all this treasuse evolves from their myths. Anyway, humanity is great!!!
May they never be erased. "Multiculturism"is really uniculturism.
@@marthastacey783 Yes Martha ,Embrace the passion of life and all its beauty, terrible and wonderous!
beautiful song lovely picture it came through my play list unexpected think there is a message there than you love and peace
Loreena plays multiple musical instruments; her beautiful voice is one of them.
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Eu amo essa moça! Inacreditavel suas canções!
The two novels about the region that summoned the miriam angel b.c. and the ancient geomancer are nonfiction.
Toca lo más profundo aún después de casi treinta años, hay un lamento y belleza y ternura y espiritualidad y... tanto que ella consigue volver carne, real.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody.
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee,
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to bareness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings: alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care;
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Прекрасно, сижу рисую додждь,всё жёлтое... осень и эта музыка прерасно!!!
Imnapropriate Line
God Never Sleeps 🧡
Man Is Presently Asleep to
His True Nature .....
Love Awakened
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The Mask and Mirror
te perdí cómo la hoja del árbol que arrastra el viento...mi dama blanca...mi amor.
oosh, someone needs to send her music into space so she can be the first human voice aliens hear.
The great tree of all life is here in the lyrics..
like it
Lovely tune at the beginning by Patrick Hutchinson (Uilleann pipes).
Madame, je vous adore, votre musique est très agréable et formidable à écouter ❤❤
LOVE 💞🦋ヽ♡｀♪
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This describes my life
This is beautiful. Reminds me to go outside. It's been too long
Loreena p sempre .100% apaixonado.
Irish Pride 🇮🇪 🍀🔥
Merci la musique m'a beaucoup ému, j'adore !
1:51~
une magnifique et délicieuse chanson. c'est paisible, reposant et mélodieux à souhaits
THERE IS NO WORD....ABOVE BEAUTIFUL AND LYRICAL.......HOW TO DESCRIBE THIS SONG AND POEM....
Amoo🇧🇷
amazing!
Divina maravilhosa, illoslllllllllll