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Winter’s back is broken. A Crocus or two have raided their blue head. A few green leaves of the daffodils are breaking through the ground. For today’s respite, I thought of Loreena Mckennitt “The Mummers’ Dance.” Hope you enjoy it as well.
“The Mummers’ Dance”
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light
We’ve been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days
And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
“A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of Our Lord’s hand”
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