Ma vie sera la tienne Mediterraneenne Oh Sainte Marie que j'aime Y'a danger pour l'etranger T'as sur le front la croix de ton village Et de grands yeux
C'est une aventure bizarre. Comme le train quittait la gare, L'homme a bondi dans le couloir Et, le front contre la portiere, Il regardait fuir la lumiere
sa beaute plus de douceur Mille jardins lui font comme un collier de fleurs... {Refrain:} Mediterranee Aux iles d'or ensoleillees Aux rivages sans nuages Au ciel enchante Mediterranee
{Refrain:} Ma vie sera la tienne, Mediterraneenne Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime Y a danger pour l'etranger ! T'as sur le front la croix de ton village
Elle est l'enfant des larmes de nos pA?res L'écho de leurs colA?res de leurs tempA?tes Patiente la Méditerranée espA?re
Quizas porque mi ninez sigue jugando en tu playa y escondido tras las canas duerme mi primer amor, llevo tu luz y tu olor por dondequiera que vaya
(instrumental)
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
Music and lyric: Loreena McKennitt 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
Music and lyric: Loreena McKennitt This glancing life is like a morning star A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea A gentle breeze or lightning in a
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
(Instrumental)
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
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
January, 1992 - Just performed in Santiago de Compostella in the Galician area of Spain...misty and lush as we arrived from more arid areas of the country
This song is an instrumental.
March 16, 1993 - Arrived tonight in Marrakesh and am staying on the edge of the market. It is Ramadan and there is heightened activity all around. I am
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