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The Green Warrior
03:16
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Etain, our Etain ever our Etain
She it is who healed the judges eye
She it is that was a thousand years a fly
She became the wine divine
On account of her the king shall chase the birds
On account of her his horses will be drowned
On account of her full many a war shall be
On account of her two worlds will go to war
It is she we sing of in our land
It is she who strives to win the king
It is she we sing of in our land
It is she who strives to win the king
Etain, our Etain ever our Etain
Etain, our Etain ever our Etain
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Black Liquid
02:04
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The Fly
02:46
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Crystal Cage
03:09
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I'll build you a home precious stone by precious stone
You can see the sky and the stars at night
I'll build you home bound by charms of solid light
Brilliance in the heart of every gem
A thousand jewels of power
Shine on you protect you warm you in your house of light
This will keep you safe, safe from harm
This will keep you warm by the kisses of the sun
This will give you shelter, shelter from the storm
Hold you in my arms so you can close your eyes
A thousand jewels of power
Make you mine, protect you, all mine own, close to me, near to me
All mine own, all mine own, all mine own.
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The Game of Chess
01:50
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The Kiss
02:36
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The Dagda Mor
01:07
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Wonderous Land
05:37
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Wilt thou come with me Etain Etain Etain
to the wondrous land I sing of
Their hair is like the crown of a primrose there
and their bodies soft and sooth
as smooth as swans feathers
There is neither mine nor thine
White are the teeth dark the brow
A delight of the eye is the number of our host
Every cheek bares the hue of a foxglove
A gilly flower is each one's neck
Wilt thou come with me Etain Etain Etain
to the wondrous land I sing of
A delight to the eye a blackbirds egg
Warm sweet Streams flow
Youth departs not before old age
We see everyone on every side and no one seeth us
Oh woman if thou come to my proud folk
A crown of gold shall adorn thy immortal head
Honey wine and fresh milk
you shall have with me there
Wilt thou come with me Etain Etain etain
to the wondrous land I sing of
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Sianed Jones Cardiff, UK
Sianed is a composer / performer that works in many different ways:- as a soloist creating site specific, multi media bi- lingual settings for her music. She also works in collaboration with, theatre makers, dancers, writers, poets, storytellers. Rooted in Wales and looking outwards towards the rest of the world and the future. ... more
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