@ALBUM: Elemental Loreena McKennitt All selections performed by Loreena McKennit. Instruments include Troubador Harp, Accordion, Guitar, Roland Juno 106, JX8P, Super Jupiter 6, Emulator. Special Guests include Douglas Campbell, recitation on Lullaby; George Creer, acoustic bass on Stolen Child; Pat Mullin, cello on Stolen Child, The Lark in the Clear Air and Lullaby; and Cedric Smith, guitar and vocals on Carrighfergus and Kellswater. Sound effects thanks to John Hazen. Recorded and mixed at Elora Sound. Engineered and mixed by Bill Mather. Pre-production at John Hazen Studios. Special thanks to my family, Cedric, Pat, George, Douglas, Ross, Tim Wilson, The Stratford Festival and John Hazen. Cover photos by David Street Designed by Scott McKowen QUINLAN ROAD PRODUCTIONS R.R. No. 5, Stratford, Ontario, Canada N5A 6S6 @SONG: Blacksmith Trad. arr. by Loreena McKennitt 3:17 A blacksmith courted me Nine months and better He fairly won my heart Wrote me a letter With his hammer in his hand He looked quite clever And if I waws with my love I'd live for ever. But where is my love gone With his cheeks like roses And his good black Billycock on Decked round with primroses I'm afraid the scorching sun Will shine and burn his beauty And if I was with my love I'd do my duty. Strange news is come to town Strange news is carried Strange news flys up and down That my love is married. I wish them both much joy Though they can't hear me And may God reward him well For the slighting of me. Don't you remember when you lay beside me And you said you'd marry me And not deny me. If I said I'd marry you It was only for to try you So bring your witness love And I'll not deny you. No witness have I none Save God Almighty And may he reward you well For the slighting of me Her lips grew pale and wan It made a poor heart tremble To think she loved a one And he proved deceitful. A blacksmith courted me Nine months and better He fairly won my heart Wrote me a letter With his hammer in his hand He looked quite clever And if I was with my love I'd live forever. @SONG: She moved through the Fair Trad. arr. by Loreena McKennitt 4:05 My love said to me My Mother won't mind And me Father won't slight you For your lack of kind Then she stepped away from me And this she did say It will not be long love Till our wedding day. She stepped away from me And she moved through the Fair And fondly I watched her Move here and move there And she went her way homeward With one star awake As the swans in the evening Move over the lake. The people were saying No two e'er were wed But one has a sorrow That never was said And she smiled as she passed me With her goods and her gear And that was the last That I saw of my dear. I dreamed it last night That my true love came in So softly she entered Her feet made no din She came close beside me And this she did say It will not be long love Till our wedding day. @SONG: Stolen Child Poem by W.W. Yeats Music by Loreena McKennitt 5:06 Where dips the rocky highland Of sleuth wood in the lake There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats There we've hid our fairy vats Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. Chorus Come away oh human child To the waters and the wild With a faery hand in hand For the world's more full of weeping Than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim grey sands with light By far off furthest rosses We foot it all the night Weaving olden dances Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles Whilst the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. Chorus Away with us he's going The solemned eyed He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. Chorus For he comes, the human child To the waters and the wild With a faery hand in hand For the world's more full of weeping Than you cna understand. @SONG: The Lark in the Clear Air Trad. arr. by Loreena McKennitt and Pat Mullin 2:06 @SONG: Carrighfergus Trad. arr. by Loreena McKennitt and Cedric Smith 3:24 I wish I was in Carrighfergus, Only for nights in Ballygrant. I would swim over the deepest ocean, Only for nights in Ballygrant. But the sea is wide, and I cna't swim over. Neither have I wings to fly. If I could find me a handsome boatsman To ferry me over to my love and die. Now in Kilkenny, it is reported, They've marble stones there as black as ink. With gold and silver I would transport her But I'll sing no more now, till I get a drink. I'm drunk today, but I'm seldom sober. A handsome rover from town to town. Ah, but I am sick now, my days are over, Come all you young lads and lay me down. I wish I was in Carrighfergus, Only for nights in Ballygrant. @SONG: Kellswater Trad. arr. by Loreena McKennitt 5:19 Here's a health to you bonny Kellswater Where you get all the pleasures of life Where you get all the fishing and fowling And a bonny wee lass for your wife. Oh it's down where yon waters run muddy I'm afraid they will never run clear And it's when I begin for to study My mind is on him that's not here. And it's this one and that one may court him But if any one gets him but me It's early and late I will curse them The parting lovely Willie from me. Oh a father he calls on his daughter Two choices I'll give unto thee Would you rather see Willie's ship a'sailing See him hung like a dog on yonder tree. Oh father, dear father, I love him I can no longer hide it from thee Through an acre of fire I would travel Along with the lovely Willie to be. Oh hard was the heartbreak I'm finding She took from her full heart's delight May the chains of old Ireland come find them And softly their pillows at night. Oh yonder there's a ship on the ocean And she does not know which way to seer >From the east and the west she's a'blowing She reminds me of the charms of my dear. Oh it's yonder my Willie will be coming He said he'd be here in the spring And it's down by yon green shades I'll meet him And among wild roses we'll sing. For a gold ring he placed on my finger Saying love beare this in your mind If ever I sail from old Ireland You'll mind I'll not leave you behind. Here's a health to you bonny Kellswater Where you get all the pleasures of life Where you get all the fishing and fowling And a bonny wee lass for your wife. @SONG: Banks of Claudy Trad. arr. by Loreena McKennitt 5:30 As I walked out one morning All in the month of May Down by a flowery garden I carelessly did stray I overheard a young maid In sorrow did complain, All for her absent lover Who plows the raging main. I boldly stepped up to her And put her in sxurprise. I know she did not know me I being in disguise I says, "Me charming creature, My joy, my hearts delight, How far have you to travel This dark and dreary night?" "I'm in search of a faithless young man. Johnny is his name. And along the Banks of Claudy I'm told he does remain." "This is the Banks of Claudy Fair maid where on you stnad. But don't depend on Johnny For he's a false young man. Oh don't depend on Johnny For he'll not meet you here. But tarry with me in yon green woods No danger need you fear. Oh it's six long weeks r better Since Johnny left the shore He's crossing the wild ocean Where the foam and the billows roar. He's crossing the wild ocean For honour and for fame. But this I've heard, the ship was wrecked All on the coast of Spain." Oh it's when she heard this dreadful news She flew into despair. by the wringing of her milk white hands And the tearing of her hair. Saying "If Johnny he is drowned No man on earth I'll take, But through lonesome groves and valleys I'll wander for his sake." Oh it's when he saw her loyalty No longer could he stand He flew into her arms saying "Betsy I'm the man." "Saying Betsy I'm the young man The cause of all your pain But since we've met on Claudy Banks We'll never part again." @SONG: Come by the Hills Trad. arr. by Loreena McKennitt 3:05 Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free. And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea. Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun. And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where life is a song And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long. Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune. And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where legend remains Where stories of old stir the heart and may yet come again. Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won. And cares of tomorrow must wait till the day is done. Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free. And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea. Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun. And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. @SONG: Lullaby Poem by William Blake Music by Loreena McKennitt, composed for the Stratford Festival prduction of BLAKE by Elliott Hayes. 4:26 O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue To drown the throat of war! 1 When the senses Are shaken, and the sould is driven to madness, Who can stand? When the sould of the oppressed Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand? When the whirlwind of fury comes form the Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance Drive the nations together, who can stand? When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death; When souls are torn to everlasting fire, And friends of Hell rejoice upon the slain, O who can stand? O who hath caused this? O who can answer at the throne of God? The Kings an dNobles of the Land have done it! Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!