Avalon Rising

Avalon Rising

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Folk - Rock | San Francisco, California, United States
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Song Description

Pagan tribal original that sounds like a folk rock traditional. A get-up-and-dance song that begs for a sweetly-scented bonfire on a wild and glimmering night.

Lyrics

Lady, hey, steal away--
Join us in the woodlands.
Revel high through the night
Until the dawn is at hand

CH:
Nightingale sings and wails;
She's our secret keeping.
Dead of night, dark moon light,
All the men are sleeping--
All the men are sleeping

Spirit high, come dance with me,
Air and earth and water free.
Lay your hand upon my breast,
Take me to your blessed rest.

CH:
Nightingale sings and wails;
She's our secret keeping.
Dead of night, dark moon light,
All the men are sleeping--
All the men are sleeping

Gladly join the circle dance,
There's no telling what may chance.
Linger while the fires die,
With the sacred lover lie.

CH:
Nightingale sings and wails;
She's our secret keeping.
Dead of night, dark moon light,
All the men are sleeping--
All the men are sleeping

Lady, hey, steal away--
Join us in the woodlands.
Revel high through the night,
Until the dawn is at hand.

CH:
Nightingale sings and wails;
She's our secret keeping.
Dead of night, dark moon light,
All the men are sleeping--
All the men are sleeping

Song Length
3:04
Genres
Folk - Rock, New Age - Tribal
Tempo / Feel
Medium Fast (131 - 150)
Lead Vocal
Female Vocal
Moods
Joyful, In High Spirits

Subject Matter
Magic, Dance

Similar Artists
Dead Can Dance, Jethro Tull
Language
English

Lyric Credits Cynthia McQuillin
Music Credits Cynthia McQuillin
Producer Credits Margaret Davis & Kristoph Klover
Publisher Credits Unlikely Publications
Performance Credits Avalon Rising
Label Credits Flowinglass Music