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One foggy shoreline morning
A lifetime long ago
Was that precious moment
You met your fated lover
You built a house to show her
Your love could last as long
You would never part
In that cottage built for two
And you waited
Time will always take the pain away
And you wanted
Fate will always have to have her way
And you waited
You are still waiting
Today
You prayed with half a heart
How could you trust God?
When he took your love away
What was left for you to do?
You lived on through your grief
You could not leave her grave
You watched your town grow old
From that cottage built for two
And you waited
Time will always take the pain away
And you wanted
Fate will always have to have her way
And you waited
You are still waiting
Today
When they buried you
You looked on from afar
Be it Hell or Heaven
Her soul belonged with you
From forest to the shoreline
From Willapa to Pacific
You haunt this town forever
From that cottage built for two
And you waited
Time will always take the pain away
And you wanted
Fate will always have to have her way
And you waited
You are still waiting
Today
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Seileigh
05:45
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Her name is Seileigh, Seileigh she said
You met her on the ocean in the cool night air
Her hair so white and eyes so red
You thought you had an answer to those hours of prayer
And decided you'd follow wherever she led
One day she took your hand when you were just seventeen
She came into your life right out of a dream
She took you to a downfall you'd be proud of today
And made you queen of the rosebuds in May
Her name is Seileigh, Seileigh you said
No other girl like her on God's whole green earth
With hair of moonlight and eyes of dread
You say you need to be shown what you're worth
And you give your life just to warm her bed
One day she took your hand when you were just seventeen
She came into your life right out of a dream
She took you to a downfall you'd be proud of today
And made you queen of the rosebuds in May
Oh Seileigh, you have her body
Seileigh, you have her soul
I only need to know
Seileigh, is that enough?
Is that enough?
Enough?
Enough?
Her name was Seileigh, Seileigh they said
The one who made you naught but a shell
With hair of a ghost and eyes of the dead
You gave her all but she led you to hell
You are fading away but you invoke her instead
One day she took your hand when you were just seventeen
She came into your life right out of a dream
She took you to a downfall you'd be proud of today
And made you queen of the rosebuds in May
She took you to a downfall you'd be proud of today
And made you queen of the rosebuds in May
The night you died was the night that Seileigh
Took you away
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Across the old railroad
In a small grove of trees
Appears a log cabin
Whenever the lake, it does freeze
They say that it's haunted
To keep children away
But I know of children
And that's the wrong thing to say
Young Natalie Wilson
Never did take much to fear
Ignored the sheriff's warning
Not to trespass here
Young Natalie Wilson
Just twelve years of age
Coerced by a schoolmate
Who's seen her mother's drunken rage
And little did the townsfolk
Suspect they were right
But Natalie loved a story
With all her might
She crossed the old railroad
To the small grove of trees
And found the log cabin
In December's deep freeze
And from the lake of silver
And from the forest's shadow
He said "I am the story
That you have searched for
"And of moonsilver
And wyrdshadow
You shall weave me a web
Of your human desire."
She gave a glance homeward
Shaking with fright
But she saw only snow
In the cold, dark night
So she stepped inside the cabin
A fire warmed the room
But the door closed behind her
And waiting was a loom
Forty days for the warp
Forty nights for the weft
She poured her very heart in
'Til only spite was left
And from the lake of silver
And from the forest's shadow
She says "I am the story
That you have searched for
"And of moonsilver
And wyrdshadow
You shall weave me a web
Of your human desire."
A year shall have passed
Young Andrew is at the door
Give a prayer to the Lord
This shall go on no more
So when cold December
Brings the ice to your lake
Stay close to your children
That's a path they should not take
Perhaps this town is cursed
Or it could only be a story
But I dare you to tell that
To young Andrew or Natalie
Because from the lake of silver
And from the forest's shadow
You'll hear "I am the story
That you have searched for
"And of moonsilver
And wyrdshadow
You shall weave me a web
Of your human desire."
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Silence
02:28
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The sun it is rising slowly, surely
From the eastern sky
Alarm clocks are ringing loudly, early
Telling of a new daylight
Coffee cups are brewing; sipping, drinking
Time for work once more
And out the door they're going, thinking
Of the whirling noisy world
Oh, if silence would fall
For one moment of peace
If the din of it all
For one moment did cease
What a beautiful thing
That one moment would be
And at the end of their work so toilsome, taxing
Such a long, long journey home
They want to sit and rest, relaxing
But the crazy world says no
Oh, if silence would fall
For one moment of peace
If the din of it all
For one moment did cease
What a beautiful thing
That one moment would be
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Here I am now, our paths have crossed
Our lives brush past, more time is lost
Weeks have gone by, more will yet come
We take one step, one frame is done
The film moves on--
And we dance in slow motion
The days grow short, they seem so long
Our lives move past, it seems so wrong
The time moves on, the world spins past
We take one step, the feelings last
The film moves on--
And we dance in slow motion
Weeks have gone now, weeks must come yet
The time must pass, the clock is set
You in your wall, me behind mine
We take one step, bricks fall with time
The film moves on--
And we dance in slow motion
Our roads diverge, my week must pass
In my own world, lonesome alas
What happens next, I do not know
We take one step, the tears will flow
The film moves on--
And we dance in slow motion
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Sisterlover
04:40
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Sister, lover
Why do I need a reason
When you are my season?
There is no question
No need to explain
Sister, lover
The way you hold me
Your arms enfold me
You are the shelter
From life's rain
With you beside me
Your love inside me
There is no mountain
Too high to climb
For sister, lover
You are the magic
That holds off the tragic
You give me shelter
From life's pain
Yes, you are the shelter
From life's pain
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Flora's Secret
04:40
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Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's fall,
Aoibheall from the grey rock comes, to wrap the world in thrall.
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy, my love my heart's desire,
The crickets sing you lullaby, beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is wreathed in rings of fog,
Siabhra sails his boat till morn, upon the Starry Bog.
A leanbhan O, the paly moon hath brimmed her cusp in dew,
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune, I sing O love to you.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell, ring o'er the valley dim,
Tearmann's peasant voices swell, in fragrant evening hymn.
A leanbhan O, the low bell rings, my little lamb to rest,
And angel-dreams till morning sings, its music in your breast.
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Run to the Stars
01:51
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City of New Orleans
06:29
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Storybook
03:45
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Read me from your storybook
A tale of precious days gone by
A chapter of a lifetime
When all the world did seem so bright
And childhood innocence did fly
Into a new tomorrow
A turning page
A veiled age
Twilight falls
Upon these storied halls
Read me from your storybook
A tale of faerie-lighted trees
A world within the wooded leaves
In pinecone branch and tangled vine
Hear a silent voice that sees
The misty forest's treasure
A turning page
A veiled age
Twilight falls
Upon these storied halls
Read me from your storybook
A tale to warm the winter night
A scene of tender hearts' embrace
Where silver waves meet golden sands
We'll walk beneath an azure sky
And dance in clothes of sunlight
A turning page
A dawning age
The veil falls
A new story calls
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Wenda Rose Portland, Oregon
Wenda is a singer-songwriter, pianist/keyboardist, and producer who has been playing music her whole life. Originally from Los Angeles, California, she now finds her inspiration in the forests and rivers of the Pacific Northwest.
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