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Current song lyrics
Words and music by Loreena McKennitt<br /><br />When in the springtime of the year<br />When the trees are crowned with leaves<br />When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew<br />Are dressed in ribbons fair<br /><br />When owls call the breathless moon<br />In the blue veil of the night<br />The shadows of the trees appear<br />Amidst the lantern light<br /><br />We've been rambling all the night<br />And some time of this day<br />Now returning back again<br />we bring a garland gay<br /><br />Who will go down to those shady groves<br />And summon the shadows there<br />And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms<br />In the springtime of the year<br /><br />The songs of birds seem to fill the wood<br />That when the fiddler plays<br />All their voices can be heard<br />Long past their woodland days<br /><br />And so they linked their hands and danced<br />Round in circles and in rows<br />And so the journey of the night descends<br />When all the shades are gone<br /><br />"A garland gay we bring you here<br />And at your door we stand<br />It is a sprout well budded out<br />The work of Our Lord's hand"
New song lyrics
Words and music by Loreena McKennitt<br /><br />When in the springtime of the year<br />When the trees are crowned with leaves<br />When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew<br />Are dressed in ribbons fair<br /><br />When owls call the breathless moon<br />In the blue veil of the night<br />The shadows of the trees appear<br />Amidst the lantern light<br /><br />We've been rambling all the night<br />And some time of this day<br />Now returning back again<br />we bring a garland gay<br /><br />Who will go down to those shady groves<br />And summon the shadows there<br />And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms<br />In the springtime of the year<br /><br />The songs of birds seem to fill the wood<br />That when the fiddler plays<br />All their voices can be heard<br />Long past their woodland days<br /><br />And so they linked their hands and danced<br />Round in circles and in rows<br />And so the journey of the night descends<br />When all the shades are gone<br /><br />"A garland gay we bring you here<br />And at your door we stand<br />It is a sprout well budded out<br />The work of Our Lord's hand"
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