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Old Sounds
04:58
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El Viaje
06:01
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Lay me in a cushioned chair;
Carry me, ye four,
With cushions here and there,
To see the world once more.
'To stable and to kennel go;
Bring what there's to bring;
Lead my Lollard to and fro,
Or gently in a ring.
'Put the chain upon the grass:
Bring Rody and his hounds,
That I may contented pass
From these earthly bounds.'
His eyelids, they droop,
Eyes cloud with dreams;
The sun upon all things that grow
Falls in sleepy streams.
'Huntsman, blow the horn,
Come make the hills reply.
Loosen on the morn
A gay wandering cry.
Rody, blow the horn.
Come make the hills reply'
'I cannot blow my horn,
But only weep and sigh.'
Lollard treads upon the lawn,
And to the armchair goes,
The old man's dreams are gone
He smoothes the long brown nose.
Moves a pleasant tongue
Upon his wasted hands,
Aged hounds and young
The huntsman near him stands
'Huntsman, blow the horn,
Come make the hills reply.
Loosen on the morn
A gay wandering cry.
Rody, blow the horn.
Come make the hills reply'
'I cannot blow my horn,
But only weep and sigh.'
Round his cushioned place
With new sorrow wrung:
Hounds gazing on his face,
Aged hounds and young
Fire is in the old man's eyes,
His fingers move and sway,
wandering music dies,
They hear him feebly say,
'Huntsman, blow the horn,
Come make the hills reply.
Loosen on the morn
A gay wandering cry.
Rody, blow the horn.
Come make the hills reply'
'I cannot blow my horn,
But only weep and sigh.'
The blind hound with a mournful cry
Slowly lifts his head;
They bear the body in;
The hounds wail for the dead.
The hounds wail for the dead;
The hounds wail for the dead;
Wail for the dead.
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4. |
Don Forgetti
04:42
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5. |
Piratas
03:09
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Baile de Luna
05:30
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En medio del bosque y bajo las estrellas,
La observó de pronto en una ofrenda floral.
Bailaba con el viento olvidando las locuras
De aquel mundo que a veces era tan terrenal.
Y observó de pronto una Luna dormida que todavía aturdida se atrevía a alumbrar,
Y la noche caía pero el ya no quería volver hacia sus pasos para poder regresar.
LUNA PONTE A BAILAR,
NO DEJES DE ALUMBRAR,
LUNA PONTE A BAILAR,
NO DEJES DE ALUMBRAR.
Mientras él la miraba ella también lo observaba
Escondido entre las ramas se le podía adivinar
Esos ojos azules tan llenos de esperanza
Hicieron que su mano lo invitara a bailar.
El resto de las hadas en círculo danzaban
Quedando él hechizado en medio del lugar,
Y la noche caía aunque él ya no quería volver hacia sus pasos ni salir de allí jamás.
LUNA PONTE A BAILAR,
NO DEJES DE ALUMBRAR,
LUNA PONTE A BAILAR,
NO DEJES DE ALUMBRAR.
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7. |
Recuerdos
04:03
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8. |
Jig of the Third
03:09
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9. |
A Drinking Song
03:46
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Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
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10. |
Galimatix
03:22
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11. |
New Sounds
02:50
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Eclectic Celtic Band Pamplona, Spain
The Eclectic Celtic Band es un grupo Folk asentado en Navarra con un amplio repertorio, eminentemente celta-irlandés, que también incluye piezas propias.
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