The Wandering Aengus (music by Lisa Lawson, words by William Butler Yeats) -- Yeats' poem "The Song of the Wandering Aengus" speaks to me of a mystical, whimsical love, forever sought after. Although many settings of this song are slow and sad, I see it as delightful and fun, something worth seeking!
© 2013 Lisa Lawson
Sleep Sound in the Morning - New Rigged Ship (Trad.)
Two popular Shetland folk reels.
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.