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you guessed correctly, Diane. Turtle Island is what North America was called before the arrival of Europeans.

and thank you Letty, for the compliments. my modest little philosophy thread has been greatly enriched by your contributions to it.

Well, there's our Francis back and singing in an unknown tongue. Hmmm. Would that be Castilian or Mexican? And, I'll bet it has something to do with romance. <smile>

I'm still trying to decode McTag's bloody song.

Come on, listeners, we need your help.

Well, dear Yit. Thank you, honey. I was simply delighted to see you post that thread. All our listeners should respond to it.

Castillan for the matter and having to do with romance, Miss Letty!

I thought as much, Francis. Surely our ladies here all have that special intuition that can see through the language barrier.

Well, folks. I got as far as two stars--the moon--and love. That will do just fine, right Francis?

McTag, I got as far as Mary, Queen of Scotts. Give us a clue, Brit.

Well, folks, Europe is asleep, but when McTag wakes up in the morn, he'll find I cheated and found this (don't want to do the obvious rhyme) song:

Mary Mild (Roud 79, Child 173, GD2:159)

Oh word's gaed up and word's gaed doon
And word's gaed through the haa,
That Mary Mild is great wi child,
Tae the highest steward o aa.

They socht it east, they socht it west,
Aye and in ablaw the bed,
And there they've found this fair bairn
A-wallowin in its blood.

"It's lie doon by me Mary Mild,
Oh lie ye doon be me,
And every favour ye might ask,
Then I might grant tae ye."

"It's happy, happy is the maid
That is born o beauty free,
For it's been ma red and rosy cheek
That has been the dule o me.

"For often hae I dressed ma queen
And pit gowd in her hair,
Ah, but noo I've gotten for my reward
The gallows to be my share

"It's little did ma mither think
On the day she cradled me
O the lands I wis tae travel in
And the death I wis tae dee."

"Oh will ye pit on the black, the black,
Or will ye put on the broon?"
"Oh, no, I'll put on the sky blue silk
And I'll shine through Edinburgh Toon.

"Yestreen the queen had four Marys,
And the nicht she'll hae but three,
There was Mary Seaton, and Mary Beaton,
Mary Carmichael and me."

Ellen: I learned this from John Eaglesham. It is included in comprehensive collections of Burns songs and poems, and it's a version of the Mary Hamilton ballad. The background to the song is somewhat mysterious since there is no clear connection with an actual historical event. It seems that, in common with other ballads, events and dates have become displaced.

Good night, my friends.

This journey has been wonderful and skillful, and in the breath of a song, I leave you with a gentle touch:


When at night I go to sleep
Fourteen angels watch do keep;
Two my head are guarding,
Two my feet are guiding;
Two are on my right hand,
Two are on my left hand,
Two who warmly cover
Two who o'er me hover,
Two to whom 'tis given
To guide my steps to heaven.

From Letty with love.

The party's over
It's time to call it a day
They've burst your pretty balloon
And taken the moon away.


It's time to wind up

The masquerade
Just make your mind up
The piper must be paid.



The party's over
The candles flicker and dim
You danced and dreamed

Through the night
It seemed to be right
Just being with him.


Now you must wake up
All dreams must end
Take off your makeup

The party's over
It's all over, my friend.



Now you must wake up
All dreams must end
Take off your makeup
The party's over
It's all over, my friend.

Goodnight, sleep tight, sweet Letty.

All through the night there's a little brown bird singing,
Singing in the hush of the darkness and the dew.
Would that his song through the stillness could go winging,
Could go winging to you,
To you.

All through the night-time my lonely heart is singing
Sweeter songs of love than the brown bird ever knew.
Would that the song of my heart could go a-winging,
Could go a-winging to you,
To you.

Momfeather

DAUGHTER OF THE WIND

WHY HAVE I ALWAYS BEEN A DAUGHTER
OF THE WIND? IT HAS SUCH STRENGTH,
IT IS TREACHEROUS AND HOLDS SUCH FURY.
YET IT HAS THE MOST GENTLE, TENDER TOUCH.
WHEN I WATCH THE WIND. HEAR THE WIND OR
FEEL ITS SOFT AND GENTLE CARESS, I
SUDDENLY BECOME LOST IN THOUGHT AND WILD
WANDERINGS. DEAR WIND WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TODAY? WHAT ARE
YOU GOING TO DO TOMORROW? YOU ALWAYS SEEM
TO CARRY ME TO ANOTHER PLAIN. A PLACE WHERE
DREAMERS DWELL. SOMEWHERE YOUR SECRETS ARE
NEVER TOLD. AS THE DAUGHTER OF THE WIND,
I WILL NEVER GROW OLD.

The Calling
By Gerald Fisher

 
The fire is dancing tonight and the winds are talking
Dancers from past lives enter the circle
Leading me back and forth through the history of myself
The mind searches as the spirit dances

The drums...dancing to the heartbeat
Memories of long ago insights to the future
I hear the winds whispering my sweat lodge dreams
I see Sungmanitu tanka (the wolf) my guide

He shows me the ancestors, not mine
They are not Lakota, or Tsalagi, or Iroquois
But they are all Nations, one Nation
Speaking with wisdom to share with each other

Yesterdays create todays and promises of tomorrow
The lies will die with the smoke
And the whispers of the winds are clear and loud
And we shall all see the return of the buffalo
AHO

Julieta Venegas
Andar Conmigo

Walk with me

Hay tanto que quiero contarte,
Hay tanto que quiero saber de ti,
Ya podemos empezar poco a poco,
Cuentame que te trae por aqui,

There is so much I want to tell you
There is so much I want to know about you
We can start slowly
Tell me what brings you around here

No te asustes de decirme la verdad,
Eso nunca puede estar así tan mal,
Yo tambien tengo secretos para darte,
Y que sepas que ya no me sirven más,

Don't be afraid to tell me the truth
This could never be wrong
I too have secrets to tell you
And they are no longer useful to me

Hay tantos caminos por andar,
There are so many roads to walk

Chorus: Dime si tu quisieras andar conmigo, oh, oh, oh,
Cuentame si quisieras andar conmigo, oh, oh, oh
Dime si tu quisieras andar conmigo, oh, oh, oh
Cuentame si quisieras andar conmig oh, oh, oh, oh

Tell me you want to walk with me, oh, oh, oh
Say you want to walk with me, oh, oh, oh
Tell me you want to walk with me, oh, oh, oh
Say you want to walk with me, oh, oh, oh

Estoy anciosa por soltarlo todo,
Desde el principio hasta llegar al día de hoy,
Una historia tengo en mi para entregarte,
Una historia todavia sin final,

I'm anxious to tell you everything
From the beginning until today
A story in me to give you
A story still without end

Podriamos decirnos cualquier cosa,
Incluso darnos para siempre un siempre no,
Pero ahora frente a frente aqui sentados,
Festejemos que la vida nos cruzó,

We could say anything
Including a forever no
But, here face to face sitting
Lets celebrate that life brought us together

Hay tantos caminos por andar,
There are so many roads to walk

Chorus: Dime si tu quisieras andar conmigo, oh, oh, oh,
Cuentame si quisieras andar conmigo, oh, oh, oh
Dime si tu quisieras andar conmigo, oh, oh, oh
Cuentame si quisieras andar conmig oh, oh, oh, oh

Tell me you want to walk with me, oh, oh, oh
Say you want to walk with me, oh, oh, oh
Tell me you want to walk with me, oh, oh, oh
Say you want to walk with me, oh, oh, oh

Si quisieras andar conmigo
Si quisieras andar conmigo
SI quisieras andar conmigo
Si quisieras andar conmigo

If you wanted to walk with me X3more

Artist: Simon, Carly Lyrics
Song: In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning Lyrics

When the sun is high in the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dusk till dawn as the clock ticks on
Something happens to you

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the boy
And never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be his if only he'd call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be his if only he'd call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all

Well researched, Letty- and your song had more verses in it that I was aware of.

It is a poem describing the situation of one Mary Hamilton, a lady-in-waiting to Mary, Queen of Scots.
She was to be executed, but I don't know what her supposed misdemeanour was.

"How aften hae I dressed my queen
And put gowd in her hair
But noo I've gotten for my reward
The gallows tae be my share"

So that is very sad. We have recently quoted two old Scottish ballads, both very morbid.

(Strange, how many old british ballads dwell on similar themes: Barbara Allen, Matty Groves, etc)

I'd better change the theme.

I found this on MusicaNet

Thank you Walter.

Scottish people murdering babies in old imperial Russia, whatever next. You heard it here first, folks, from Radio WA2K's roving reporters in Europe.

Good morning, WA2K radio fans. Needless to say, I am up early and watching. Some distant sounds of thunder and slight rain, but nothing of the threatening type.

Thanks to Diane for that lovely goodnight song.

Angelique, your music was captivating and varied. Our listeners especially enjoyed Carley's rendition of In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning, and the indigenous melody was fascinating. Please translate the remaining song for us, if you will, as I spent too much time last evening trying to find McTag's captivating ballad.

Incidentally, Taggers, that was a fun search and interesting in that it's a part of history that even experts have failed to pin down. You're right, Brit. So many tales that found their way into melodies, have left us with mysteries of the monarchs and they were not pleasant ones, were they. and to our "roving reporter" in Europe, we give you additional kudos. <smile>

According to the prognosticators, A giant storm this early in the season, is a rarity, being one of three on record.

What an innocuous name is Dennis. I think we should rename the monster. Anyone having any alternatives?





Walter, you are our researcher par excellence. Thanks for that further information.

Morning/Evening all. Letty I like to write the translations to songs, and poems, but Julieta's songs do not have any translations yet. The song is called "Walk with me". It's a great video song. She is very original artist.