Limited Edition Eco Friendly CD w/ Bonus Artwork Coloring Sheet
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Mystical Starry nights meet Pagan Rites.
The Old Ways NEVER disappear.
The tale begins...
Close your eyes.
Imagine an enchantress has come to visit bringing her magikal harp...she is playing in your very own Medieval Castle...
she has lived many lives, some traveling far into the mystical lands of the East....
some through the world of the Picts & Celts...
"Come" she invites "immerse yourself in a world where the Old Ways never die even as a new religion was attempting to take hold...
"Our ways live on...."
Guest Musicians:
Todd Hammes, Grammy-nominated World Music Percussionist
Neil Brook, Master/Maker -Hurdy Gurdy
CD 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 sheet.
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Includes unlimited streaming of Enchanted Winter
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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