(Music & Lyric: Traditional; Arranged by Loreena McKennitt) Wassail! Wassail all over the town! Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown; Our bowl
(Music and lyric by Loreena McKennitt) See there, past that far-off hill A tower held in the sky Hear there, in that dark blue night The music calling
The road now leads onward As far as can be Winding lanes And hedgerows in threes By purple mountains And round every bend All roads lead to you There
Now that the time has come Soon gone is the day There upon some distant shore You'll hear me say Long as the day in the summer time Deep as the wine
(Music: Loreena McKennitt; Lyric: Traditional adapted by Loreena McKennitt) The holly and the ivy When they are full grown, Of all the trees in the wood
O light the candle, John The daylight has almost gone The birds have sung their last The bells call all to mass Sit here by my side For the night is
When in the springtime of the year When the trees are crowned with leaves When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew Are dressed in ribbons fair When
(Traditional, arranged by Loreena McKennitt) [Instrumental]
(Instrumental)
Ride on through the night tide on Ride on through the night tide on There are visions, there are memories There are echoes of thundering hooves There
When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone
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
The moonlight it was dancing On the waves, out on the sea The stars of heaven hovered In a shimmering galaxy A voice from down the ages So in haunting
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight
O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand And the more I think on you the more I think long If I had you now as I had once before All the lords in Old