Enchanted Winter

by Jillian LaDage

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    This album is like having your very own troubadour in your home who has travelled far and wide into the mystical lands of the East and the world of the Celts, perfect for every season of life.
    Guests include Grammy nominated percussionist Todd Hammes and UK Hurdy Gurdy maker/master Neil Brook. Recorded in Tarith Cote Studio the home studio of Jillian LaDage and mixed/mastered by Mark Wyse of the "golden ears"

    Comes in full color eco friendly compact wallet sleeve & full color cd with original concept hand drawn artwork, includes album cover download as an adult coloring page.

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    Artwork Copyright 2015 Denise Wyse. Used By Permission.
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“Out of all the seasons winter perhaps embodies the greatest sense of mystery and wonder. Exploring the diverse celebrations and traditions of this season I hoped to discover what indeed is this enchantment, which is only found during these few months of the year and leads us into quiet contemplative months of joy and awe.”

Featuring new seasonal pieces alongside lesser known traditional songs with a wide range of musical nuances from Celtic to Middle Eastern. The literary work of Sir Walter Scott’s “Christmas In The Olden Time” set in hauntingly medieval strains lead to the traditional inspired lament “Come Winter Ground” into Middle East dance inspired rhythms of “Bergamask Dance.”

While being immersed in this enchanted world, create your own art from the original hand drawn cover with the adult coloring book inspired page available as a bonus download.

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released December 12, 2015

Producer: Jillian LaDage
Assistant to the Producer: Mark Wyse
Mixed and Mastered by: Mark Wyse

Artwork by: Denise Wyse

Musician Credits
Jillian LaDage: Vocals, Piano, Harp, Keyboard
Neil Brook: Hurdy Gurdy
Todd Hammes: Bodhran, Darabuka, Frame Drum, Ankle Bells, Finger Cymbals, Tambo, Triangle

All tracks written/arranged by: Jillian LaDage

Copyright 2015 Tarith Cote (BMI) All Rights Reserved

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Mystical & Magical: Jillían LaDage is a Celtic Neo-Medieval World Singer, Harpist, Pianist & Composer with Middle Eastern inspired themes. Ethereal Vocals, Otherworldly songs...

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Track Name: The Holly and The Ivy
The Holly and The Ivy

Words & Music: Traditional
Arranged & Adapted by: Jillian LaDage

The holly and the Ivy when they are both full grown
of all the trees that are in the wood the holly bears the crown


Oh, the rising of the sun the running of the deer
The playing of the organ sweet singing in the choir


The holy bears a blossom as white as the lily flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to be our sweet Savior
The holly bears a berry as red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ to do poor sinners good

The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas day in the morn
Track Name: Christmas In The Olden Time
Christmas In The Olden Time

Words: Sir Walter Scott
Adapted and Arranged by: Jillian LaDage
Music: Jillian LaDage

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill
But let it whistle as it will
We'll keep our Christmas merry still
Each age has deemed the new born year

Domestic and religious rite gave honor to the holy night
On Christmas eve the bells were rung
On Christmas eve the mass was sung
That only night in all the year

The damsel donned her kirtle sheen
The hall was dressed with holly green
Forth to the wood did merry men go
To gather in the mistletoe
Then opened wide the baron's hail
To vassal, tenant, serf, and all
Power laid his rod of rule aside
And ceremony doff'd his pride

And general voice, the happy night
That to the cottage, as the crown
Brought tidings of salvation down

The fire with well dried logs supplied
Went roaring up the chimney wide
The huge hall table's oaken face
Scrubbed til it shone the day of grace
Bore then upon the massive board
No mark to part the squire and lord

Then was brought in the lusty brawn
By old, blue coated serving man
Then the grim boar's head frowned on high
Crested with bays and rosemary

The Wassail round in good brown bowls
Garnished with ribbon blithely trolls
Then came the merry masquers in
And carols roar'd with blithesome din

If unmelodious was the song
It was a hearty note and strong
Who lists may in their mumming see
Traces of ancient mystery

'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale
A Christmas gambol oft would cheer
A poor mans' heart through half the year
Track Name: On The Cold Air
On The Cold Air

Music: Jillian LaDage

Instrumental
Track Name: Come Winter Ground
Come Winter Ground

Words and Music: Jillian LaDage

Come winter ground below celestial sky
Bring forth both beauty cease fierce winds blow

Deep 'cross her field longed for hollows den
Where laurel grows holly berry fair

Orion's bright glow long the silvered hand
Three stars in a row aloft heavenly host

Lull quiet night clear morning near
Whose mantel twilight to form sapphire sphere

Come winter ground below celestial sky
Where laurel grows holly berry fair
Track Name: Bergamask Dance
Bergamask Dance

Words and Music: Jillian LaDage

We do frolic upon the white misty snow
To bring home the branches of holly
We the Pine and Oak are brimmed in joy
To set forth this day most holy

See the round ribbon trim vermillion high
Weaved in branches evergreens bounty
In these halls all bedecked in candle alight
To set forth this day most holy

To set forth this day most holy
To set forth this day most holy
We the children of Ash grove meadows begone
Set forth this day most holy

For heart for kin assemble about
Call joyous bells here-in
This all seeing fire our yule log abides
Heavens gift charity

On gathers of glass Bergamask dance
Harts leap Doe's a-gather
Heavens light rushes in celebration begins
To set forth this day most holy
Track Name: To Drive The Cold Winter Away
To Drive The Cold Winter Away

Words and Music: Traditional
Arranged and Adapted by: Jillian LaDage

All hail to the days that merit more praise than all the rest of the year
And welcome the nights that double delights
As well for the poor as the peer
Good fortune attend each merry man's friend
That doth but the best he may
Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs
To drive the cold winter away

'Tis ill for the mind to anger inclined to think of small injuries now
If wrath be to seek do not lend her your cheek
Nor let her inhabit thy brow
Cross out thy books malevolent looks both beauty and youths decay
And wholly consort with mirth and with sport
To drive the cold winter away

This time of the year is spent in good cheer
And neighbors together do meet
To sit by the fire with friendly desire each other in love to greet
Old grudges forgot are put in the pot all sorrows aside they lay
The old and the young doth carol this song
To drive the cold winter away

When Christmas's tide comes in like a bride with holly and ivy clad
Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer
In every household is had
the country guise is then to devise some gambols of Christmas play
Whereat the young men do best that they can
To drive the cold winter away
Track Name: Winter's Coming (Deep Red The Bracken)
Winter's Coming (Deep Red The Bracken)

Words: Traditional
Arranged and Adapted by: Jillian LaDage
Music: Jillian LaDage

Deep red the bracken its shape is lost
The wild goose accustomed has raised its cry

I have news for you the stag bells
Wider snows summer has gone

Wind high wind cold the sun low
Short its course the sea running high

Cold has seized this birds wings
Season of ice tis my news
Track Name: Nos Galan
Nos Galan

Words: Traditional arranged and adapted by Jillian LaDage
Music: Jillian LaDage

Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa la fa la la
Tis a season to be merry
Fa la la la
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa la la la la la
Trout the ancient yuletide carol
Fa la fa la la

See the flowing bowl before us
Fa la fa la la
Strike the harp and join the chorus
Fa la la la
Follow me in merry measure
Fa la la la la la
While I tell of beauty's treasure
Fa la fa la la

Fast away the old year passes
Fa la fa la la
Hail the new ye lads and lasses
Fa la la la
Laughing quaffing all together
Fa la la la la la
Heedless of the wind and weather
Fa la fa la la

Fa la fa la la
Fa la fa la la
Fa la fa la la
Fa la fa la la
Track Name: The Snow It Melts The Soonest
The Snow It Melts The Soonest

Words and Music: Traditional arranged and adapted by Jillian LaDage

O, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are settling in
And when a young man tells me that my face he’ll soon forget
Before we part, I wage a crown, he’s fain to follow it yet


The snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing
And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring
But when spring goes and winter blows my lad an ye’ll be fain
For all your pride, to follow me, were’t cross the stormy main


O, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing
The bee that flew when summer shined, in winter cannot sting
I’ve seen a woman’s anger melt between the night and morn
And it’s surely not a harder thing to melt a woman’s scorn


O, never say me farewell here, no farewell I’ll receive
For you shall set me to the stile and kiss and take your leave
But I’ll stay here til the woodcock comes and the martlet takes his wing
For the snow it melts the soonest, when the winds begin to sing