Festival Wind from Festival Wind by Alexander James Adams

FESTIVAL WIND
Music & Lyrics by Heather Alexander

The sun comes up and it starts the day,
So I grab a cup of my favourite tae,
And I cross the creek where the crawdads play in their watery home-
The weasel whistles and the herons hum,
And the pixie pirouettes upon my thumb,
So I know that the day has finally come, it’s time to roam-


PACK OUR BAGS, HARNESS THE HORSES!
FOR THE FROG JUST DANCED, THE CAT JUST GRINNED!
I'VE NOW HEARD FROM RELIABLE SOURCES,
THAT WE'RE BOUND OUT ON THE FESTIVAL WIND!


A belt, a broach and a cloak of wool,
And a tin cup, knife and a wooden bowl,
And some sweet pucheen in a crushkin full is what we’ll need-
Wrapped up tight in the family plaid,
Are the grins and giggles of the games we’ve played,
And they’re all trussed up in the tools of trade to earn our feed-


We bless the cottage as we depart,
With Dobbin and Maggie to pull our cart,
For they’re sure of foot and stout of heart and strong of will-
As we rove out in the light spring rain,
The roads turn rough and the horses strain,
But the laughter’s sure then to ease the strain as we push up hill-


When the day is done and the moon has smiled,
And the starlight’s gotten us both beguiled,
Then the faeries dance, the magic’s wild on a night like this-
We dream of fancies that we would seek,
And the wishes dear that we dare not speak,
And perchance to feel then upon the cheek a midnight kiss!


When we arrive at the village faire,
Pennants and ribbons bright fill the air!
Blacksmith, haustler and tinker are there,
Magic and music extraordinaire!

Sea Fire Productions Inc. c&p 2003

• Alexander James Adams
• Alternative
• celtic
• fantasy folk
• Redmond