Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Mask and Mirror , by - Loreena McKennitt. Release date: 06.03.2009
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Mask and Mirror , by - Loreena McKennitt. The Mask and Mirror |
| A clouded dream on an earthly night |
| Hangs upon the crescent moon |
| A voiceless song in an ageless light |
| Sings at the coming dawn |
| Birds in flight are calling there |
| Where the heart moves the stones |
| It’s there that my heart is longing |
| All for the love of you |
| A painting hangs on an ivy wall |
| Nestled in the emerald moss |
| The eyes declare a truce of trust |
| Then it draws me far away |
| Where deep in the desert twilight |
| Sand melts in pools of the sky |
| Darkness lays her crimson cloak |
| Your lamps will call me home |
| And so it’s there my homage’s due |
| Clutched by the still of the night |
| Now I feel you move |
| And every breath is full |
| So it’s there my homage’s due |
| Clutched by the still of the night |
| Even the distance feels so near |
| All for the love of you |
| A clouded dream on an earthly night |
| Hangs upon the crescent moon |
| A voiceless song in an ageless light |
| Sings at the coming dawn |
| Birds in flight are calling there |
| Where the heart moves the stones |
| It’s there that my heart is longing |
| All for the love of you |
| A farmer there lived in the north country |
| a hey ho bonny o |
| And he had daughters one, two, three |
| The swans swim so bonny o |
| These daughters they walked by the river’s brim |
| a hey ho bonny o |
| The eldest pushed the youngest in |
| The swans swim so bonny o |
| Oh sister, oh sister, pray lend me your hand |
| with a hey ho a bonny o |
| And I will give you house and land |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| I’ll give you neither hand nor glove |
| with a hey ho a bonny o |
| Unless you give me your own true love |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| Until she came to a miller’s dam |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| The miller’s daughter, dressed in red |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| She went for some water to make some bread |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| It’s very like a gentle woman |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| They placed her on the bank to dry |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| There came a harper passing by |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| He made harp pins of her fingers fair |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| He made harp strings of her golden hair |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| He made a harp of her breast bone |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| And straight it began to play alone |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| He brought it to her father’s hall |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| And there was the court, assembled all |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| He laid the harp upon a stone |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| And straight it began to play lone |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| And there does sit my father the King |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| And yonder sits my mother the Queen |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| And there does sit my brother Hugh |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| And by him William, sweet and true |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| And there does sit my false sister, Anne |
| with a hey ho and a bonny o |
| Who drowned me for the sake of a man |
| the swans swim so bonny o |
| Upon a darkened night |
| the flame of love was burning in my breast |
| And by a lantern bright |
| I fled my house while all in quiet rest |
| Shrouded by the night |
| and by the secret stair I quickly fled |
| The veil concealed my eyes |
| while all within lay quiet as the dead |
| Oh night thou was my guide |
| oh night more loving than the rising sun |
| Oh night that joined the lover |
| to the beloved one |
| transforming each of them into the other |
| Upon that misty night |
| in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight |
| Without a guide or light |
| than that which burned so deeply in my heart |
| That fire t’was led me on |
| and shone more bright than of the midday sun |
| To where he waited still |
| it was a place where no one else could come |
| Within my pounding heart |
| which kept itself entirely for him |
| He fell into his sleep |
| beneath the cedars all my love I gave |
| And by the fortress walls |
| the wind would brush his hair against his brow |
| And with its smoothest hand |
| caressed my every sense it would allow |
| I lost myself to him |
| and laid my face upon my lovers breast |
| And care and grief grew dim |
| as in the mornings mist became the light |
| There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair |
| There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair |
| There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair |
| They’re gathered in circles |
| the lamps light their faces |
| The crescent moon rocks in the sky |
| The poets of drumming |
| keep heartbeats suspended |
| The smoke swirls up and then dies |
| Would you like my mask? |
| would you like my mirror? |
| cries the man in the shadowing hood |
| You can look at yourself |
| you can look at each other |
| or you can look at the face, the face of your god |
| The stories are woven |
| and fortunes are told |
| The truth is measured by the weight of your gold |
| The magic lies scattered |
| on rugs on the ground |
| Faith is conjured in the night market’s sound |
| Would you like my mask? |
| would you like my mirror? |
| cries the man in the shadowing hood |
| You can look at yourself |
| you can look at each other |
| or you can look at the face, the face of your god |
| The lessons are written |
| on parchments of paper |
| They’re carried by horse from the river Nile |
| says the shadowy voice |
| In the firelight, the cobra |
| is casting the flame a winsome smile |
| Would you like my mask? |
| would you like my mirror? |
| cries the man in the shadowing hood |
| You can look at yourself |
| you can look at each other |
| or you can look at the face, the face of your god |
| Stars were falling deep in the darkness |
| as prayers rose softly, petals at dawn |
| And as I listened, your voice seemed so clear |
| so calmly you were calling your god |
| Somewhere the sun rose, o’er dunes in the desert |
| such was the stillness, I ne’er felt before |
| Was this the wuestion, pulling, pulling, pulling you |
| in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there? |
| Elsewhere a snowfall, the first in the winter |
| covered the ground as the bells filled the air |
| You in your robes sang, calling, calling, calling him |
| in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there? |
| in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there? |
| Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, |
| The holy tree is growing there; |
| From joy the holy branches start, |
| And al 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 barenness |
| 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 stiff 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. |
| Now my charms are all o’erthrown, |
| And what strength I have’s mine own; |
| Which is most faint; |
| now t’is true, |
| I must here be confined by you, |
| Or sent to Napels. |
| Let me not, |
| Since I have my dukedom got |
| And pardoned the deceiver, dwell |
| In this bar island by your spell; |
| But release me from my bands |
| With the help of your good hands. |
| Gentle breath of yours my sails |
| Must fill, or else my project fails, |
| Which was to please. |
| Now I want |
| Spirits to enforce, art to enchant; |
| And my ending is despair, |
| Unless I be relieved by prayer, |
| Which pierces so that it assaults |
| Mercy itself and frees all faults. |
| As you from your crimes would pardon’d be, |
| Let your indulgence set me free. |
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