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Neofolk Romantique

by Sharon Knight

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1.
Fire in the Head (Words/Music by Sharon Knight & Winter) High upon a hill Before the shrieking of the wind I lay my spirit bare At the feet of untamed things Amidst the crumbling stone Where time-worn gods have lain their hands I walk the night alone To claim the magic of this land When the bright glory comes I will feast with the shining ones When the bright glory comes... The screaming hag that rides the wind Will rip the soul right from your skin The hollow hills will swallow you And flay apart your mind To win the kiss of the gifted ones We risk our lives on the mountain front There’s some wake mad, and some wake dead And some will rise with a fire in their head. The fire mountain burns Thrust up from primordial sea A thousand glittering pools Reflect the shape the destiny The giant sits his chair To test the seeking soul below He sees you striving there To claim which way your fate will go At the crimson blush of dawn I will sing my victory songs At the crimson blush of dawn I’ll sing CH x2
2.
Saucy Sailor 03:27
Saucy Sailor (Trad., arr. Winter) Come me own one, come me fair one Come now unto me Could you fancy a poor sailor lad Who has just come from sea You are ragged love, and you’re dirty love And your clothes smell much of tar So be gone you saucy sailor lad So be gone you Jack Tar If I am ragged love, and I’m dirty love And my clothes smell much of tar I have silver in me pocket love And gold in great store And when she heard him say so On her bended knee she fell I will marry my dear Henry For I love a sailor lad so well Do you think that I am foolish love? Do you think that I am mad? For to wed with a poor country girl Where no fortune’s to be had I will cross the briny ocean I will whistle and sing And since you have refused the offer love Some other girl shall wear the ring Oh I am frolicsome, I am easy Good tempered and free And I don’t give a single pin me boys What the world thinks of me.
3.
Henry Martin 05:51
Henry Martin There were three brothers in merry Scotland, In merry Scotland there were three And they did cast lots which of them should go And turn robber all on the salt sea. The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin, The youngest of all of the three That he should turn robber all on the salt sea For to maintain his two brothers and he. They had not been sailing but a long winter's night And part of a short winter's day, When he spied a stout lofty ship Come a-bibing down on them straightway. "Hello, hello," cried Henry Martin, "What makes you sail so nigh?" "We're a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town, Would you please for to let us pass by." "Oh no, oh no," cried Henry Martin, "This thing it never can be. For I have turned robber all on the salt sea, For to maintain my two brothers and me." "So lower your topsail and brail up your mizzen, Bow your ship under my lee, Or I will give to you a full cannon ball, And all your bodies drown in the salt sea." "Oh no, we won't lower our lofty topsail, Nor bow our ship under your lee, And you'll not give to us a full cannon ball, No, nor point our bold guns to the sea." So broadside, and broadside, and at it they went, For fully two hours or three, Until Henry Martin gave them the death shot, And straight to the bottom went she. Sad news, bad news, to old England came, Sad news to fair London town, There's a rich merchant vessel and she's cast away, And all of her merry men drowned.
4.
Well Below the Valley (traditional, arr. Winter) A gentleman was passing by He asked for a drink as he got dry At the well below below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o Me cup is full up to the brim If I were to stoop I might fall in At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o If your true love was passing by You'd fill him a drink as he got dry At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o She swore by grass, she swore by corn That her true love had never been born At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o Well below the valley-o, green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o, Well below the valley-o He said, Young maid, you're swearing wrong For six fine children you had born At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o If you be a man of noble fame You'll tell to me the father o' them At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o There's two of them by your Uncle Dan Another two by your brother John At the well below the valley o Another two by your Father dear If you hold true the stories you hear At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o Well below the valley-o, green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o, Well below the valley-o, If you be a man of high esteem You'll tell to me what’s happened to them At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o There's two buried 'neath the stable floor Another two by the kitchen door At the well below the valley o Another two beneath the well They wait to hear you keening in Hell At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o You'll be seven years a-ringing the bell And seven more a’courtin' in Hell At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o I'll be seven years a-ringing the bell But the Lord above may save me soul At the well below the valley o Green grows the lily o Right among the bushes o Well below the valley-o, green grows the lily-o Right among the bushes-o, Well below the valley-o,
5.
BOLD MARAUDER (Fariña / Fariña, arr. Winter) I will bring you silver and gold, I will bring you treasure I will bring a widowing flag, I will be your lover I will show you grotto and cave, and sacrificial altar I will show you blood on the stone, and I will be your mentor And night will be our darling And fear will be our name I will take you out by the hand, and lead you to the hunter I will show you thunder and steel, I will be your teacher We will dress in helmet and sword, and dip our tongues in slaughter We will sing a warrior’s song, and lift the praise of murder And Christ will be our darling And fear will be our name CH It’s hi, ho, hey, I am the bold marauder. And it's hi, ho, hey, I am the white destroyer. I will sour the winds on high, I will soil the river I will burn the grain in the field, I will be your mother I will go to ravage and kill, I will go to plunder I will take a fury to wife, and I will be your father And death will be our darling And fear will be our name CH x2
6.
Song of Wandering Aengus by William Butler Yeats I went down to the hazelwood Because a fire was in my head I cut and peeled a hazel wand And hooked a berry to a thread And when white moths were on the wing And moth white stars were flickering out I dropped the berry in the stream And caught a little silver trout And when I laid it on the ground And went to blow the fire aflame Something rustled on the ground And someone called me by my name It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms in her hair She called me by my name and ran And vanished in the brightening air And though I'm old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands I will find out where she has gone Ad kiss her lips and take her hands I'll walk through long green dappled grass I'll walk till time and time is done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun
7.
Bells of Alluria (Sharon Knight/Winter) Stay my love, don’t you go out tonight Stay my love, for the fair ones ride tonight Oh, the moon is ripe and shining full At the witching hour their bells will toll Tonight Stay my love, for She of the Sylvan lands Captures hearts with a touch of her hand The red rose twines up from the hells Her scent beguiles and you lose yourself Her tresses shine with an infernal light She’ll ensnare your soul And you will not be mine Shake your silver branches Set the bells to sing Revel in the dances Of the new-made Faery King Where do you go, my fairest love Where do you go, with the witching moon above I’m going out beyond the silver trees, For you’ve stirred my soul with mystery The branches twist like a beckoning The scent of apples lures me in He’s gone out in the deep of the night He’s gone out, to glimpse the Faery light At the edge of the wood where the air is thin They’ve set their eerie bells to ring They’ll feed him on the Faery wine She will speak his name and he will not be mine Shake your silver branches Set the bells to sing Revel in the dances Of the new-made Faery King I’m going out where the branches turn to grey I’m going out where the beauty does not fade For once I had a lover true His heart was lost at the sight of you I’ll seek him where the night sun shines And we’ll spend forever drunk on Faery wine Shake your silver branches Set the bells to sing Revel in the dances Of the new-made Faery King
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9.
Mistress of MacLyr (Words/Music by Sharon Knight & Winter) Tempestuous twilight, bring my love to me Whose froth-white horses come sweeping in from sea And carry my heart away from me Melancholy eyes, deep with dreams of starfish Eerie moonglow hair, soothing sand into surrender And operas of Seraphim singing of your splendor Oh the roiling churning sea He will come for me I will wait by my crystal palace and He will come for me Your salty kiss is on my tongue and tangled in my hair With shells between my toes, and yearning for more I dance the dance of wild night and conjure you to shore Your beauty pierces through me, Master of the Sea Courtship fierce and stormy, you laid your claim on me Your foamy tendrils gripped my hair, and ravished me away Oh the roiling churning sea He will come for me I will wait by my crystal palace and He will come for me Carry me away to your jeweled and dewey deep Never will a mortal's kiss stir my soul from sleep I am ravished utterly away Oh I am ravished utterly away Oh the roiling churning sea He will come for me I will wait by my crystal palace and He will come for me
10.
Johnnie Laddie (traditional, arr. Winter) Oh how ken ye my love Johnny He is down on yonder lee And he's looking and he's joking and he's aye a-teasing me He's pulling and he's teasing but his meaning's not so bad If it's ever going to be, oh tell me now my Johnny lad When the sheep are in the fold and the cae are in the byre There's other lads and lasses sitting 'round a roaring fire But for me a Glasgow lassie Just like as I was mad Through the nooks and barley stalks A-jenking you my Johnny lad Oh my Johnny's blithe and bonny He's the pride of all the Lee And I loved him best of any Though he's aye a-teasing me He teases me and squeezes me and tickles me like mad None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad
11.
My Johnny Was A Shoemaker (traditional, arr. Winter) My Johnny was a shoemaker And dearly he loved me My Johnny was a shoemaker Bu now he' gone to sea For to raise the topsail up against the mast And to sail across the sea, stormy sea And sail across the stormy sea His jacket was a deep sky blue Oh and curly was his hair His jacket was a deep sky blue Oh it was I do declare With soot and tar to soil his hands And to sail across the sea, stormy sea And sail across the stormy sea One day he'll be a captain bold With a brave and gallant crew One day he'll be a captain bold With a sword and spyglass too Ad when he as his gallant captain's sword He'll come home and marry me, marry me He'll come home and marry me
12.
Maccrimmon's Lament (trad. arranged Sharon Knight/Paul Nordin/Ann Gray) Round Cuillin's peak the mist is sailing The banshee croons her note of wailing But my blue e'en with sorrow are streaming For him that will never return, MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more, forever In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon Till dawns the sad day of doom and burning MacCrimmon is home no more returning It’s dirges of woe, the sea is sighing The boat under sail is listlessly lying The voice of the waves in sadness is dying Saying thou art away and never returning No more, no more, no more MacCrimmon; In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon; Till dawns that sad day of doom and burning, MacCrimmon is home no more returning MacCloud’s wizard flag from the gray castle sallies The rowers are unseated, and moored are the galleys Gleam war axe and broadsword clang target and quiver For him that shall never return, MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more forever In war nor or peace shall return MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more forever Shall love or gold bring back MacCrimmon

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A collection of Celtic traditional and original songs ranging from romantic and fanciful to dark and brooding. Faery lore, lively jigs, and haunting ballads of pirates, murder, love, death, and the quest for poetic inspiration, sung by a feisty redhead. Comes with a 21-page booklet of lyrics and song notes.

This is the official release of NeoFolk Romantique, which replaces the pre-release of the same name. There are a number of song additions & omissions, as well as added instrumentation & voices, & more guest musicians. The songs that were carried over from the pre-release have all been remixed for your superior listening pleasure:)

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released August 1, 2013

(P) & (C) 2013 Trance Jam Records
(C) 2013 Binassyr Publishing

Sharon Knight: Lead & Harmony Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Mandola, Bodhran. Djembe, Percussion
Winter: Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Dobro, Slide Guitar, Bass, Percussion, Harmony Vocals
Caith Threefires: Bouzouki, Mandolin, Bass, Keyboard, Harmony Vocals
Tim Rayborn: Kantele
Paul Nordin: Red Pipes, Whistles
Betsy Tinney: Cello

For bookings, mailing list info, & other offerings, go to www.SharonKnight.net

Recorded, mixed, & mastered by Winter at El Mundo Bueno Studios. Additional recording by Paul Nordin.
Produced by Winter & Sharon Knight.

Album design by Sharon Knight. Photo by Paul Nordin.

Sharon & Winter would like to thank Fat Dog from Subway Guitars, & Jeff Saltzmann for his invaluable input.

Sharon & Winter play Larrivee guitars.

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Festival favorites Sharon Knight and her longtime collaborator Winter perform a mythic-Celtic style, which they call "Neofolk Romantique; songs for poets, adventurers and lovers of mystery". They tour internationally several months of the year, bringing their fantastical tales of love and magic to festivals, cafes, and homes across the land. ... more

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