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Today’s Playlist

Goddess Play list

Ancient Mother – Libana
Ancient Mother – Robert Gass and On Wings of Song
Benzai-Tai – Blackmore’s Night
Bridget – Ruth Barrett and Cyntia Smith
Brighid – Damh the Bard
The Earth is our Mother – Libana
Freya, Shakti – Emerald Rose
I am the Goddess – Lisa Thiel
Isis Unveiled – Damh the Bard
Kore Chant – Libana
Lady of the Flowing Waters – Robert Gass and on the Wings of Song
Morrighan – Damh the Bard
Morrighan’s Quest – Laura Powers
Hymn to Her – Pretenders

Brighid Playlist

Bridget – Ruth Barrett & Cyntia Smith
Brighid – Damh the Bard
Brighid’s Flame – Kellianna
Don
Don Oiche UD im Beithil (feat Ruth Barrett)
Holy Water, Scared Flame – Anne Hill
Imbolc – Lisa Thiel
Invocation to Brigid – Ruth Barrett
Brighid’s Kiss – La Lugh
Oiche fa Fheill’ Bride – La Lugh
Brighid of the Sacred Flame – Angela Little
On St Brighid’s Day – Ha’Penny Bridge
Mary of the Gaels – Maire Brennan
Brighid’s Flame – Jon Richards

We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
in days of auld lang syne?

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear
for auld lang syne
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pou’d the gowans fine
We’ve wandered mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne

We twa a sport’d i’ the burn
From morning sun ’til dine
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand me trusty friend
And gies a hand o’ thine
We’ll tak a good right willie-waught
For auld lang syne.

Robert Burns

And do me a favour, and don’t piss off me gran and please sing ‘syne’ not ‘zyne.

Pagan Carol – Silver Moon

SILVER MOON (to the tune of “Silver Bells”)

City witches, busy witches,
dressed in festival style
In the air there’s a feeling of ritual.

Women laughing, Chalice passing Sharing smile after smile,

And ’round every hearth fire you hear:
Silver moon, Mother moon,
It’s Goddess time in the city. Circling, hear them sing,
Soon it will be Solstice Day.

Strings of candles, held by handle With a flickering glow,
As the witches weave magickal treasures.
Touching changing, changing touching,
This is Diana’s scene,

And with all of the blessings you hear:
Silver moon, Mother moon,
It’s Goddess time in the city. Circling, hear them sing,
Soon it will be Solstice Day.

Another Comma special bastardization (Coven of the Mother Mountain Aerie)

Pagan Carols, Silent Night

Silent Night

Silent Night, Solstice Night.
All is calm, all is bright.
Nature slumbers in forest and glen.
Til in Springtime She wakens again.
Sleeping spirits grow strong.
Sleeping spirits grow strong.

Silent Night, Solstice Night.
Silver moon shining bright.
Snowfall blankets the slumbering Earth.
Yule fires welcome the Sun’s rebirth.
Hark the light is reborn!
Hark the light is reborn!

Silent Night, Solstice Night.
Quiet rest until the light.
Turning ever the rolling Wheel.
Brings the Winter to comfort and heal.
Rest your spirit in peace!
Rest your spirit in peace.

Pagan carols – Drum the Sun

Sun, they told me, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
Would rise again some day, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
Her finest gifts She brings, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
Sustain us to the spring, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Prrum-pa-pum-pum, Prrum-pa-pum-pum
We will honor Her, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
When she comes.

Winter Solstice, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
We come to celebrate, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
You have a flame to bring, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
A source of warmth ’til spring, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Prrum-pa-pum-pum, Prrum-pa-pum-pum
We will honor you, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
With our drum.

May we meet again, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
May hand and drum keep time, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
We play our drum for You, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
We play our best for You, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Prrum-pa-pum-pum, Prrum-pa-pum-pum
May You smile on us, Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum Eternally drum.

This tune was cooperatively adapted by Coven of the Mother Mountain Aerie and guests at their August 2000 “Christmas in August” song bastardization workshop.

Pagan carols – God Rest Ye Merry Pagan Folk

God Rest Ye Merry Pagan Folk

God rest ye merry pagan folk
Let nothing you dismay
Remember that the Sun returns
Upon this Solstice Day!
The growing dark is ended now
And Spring is on it’s way.

O tidings of Comfort and joy
Comfort and joy!
O tidings of Comfort and joy!

The Winter’s worst still lies ahead
Fierce tempest, snow and rain!
Beneath the blanket on the ground
The spark of life remains.
The Sun’s warm rays caress the seed.
To raise Life’s songs again!
O tidings …

Within the blessed apple lies
The Promise of the Queen
For from this pentacle shall rise
The orchards fresh and green.
The Earth shall blossom once again.
The air be sweet and clean.

Pagan carols – O Come All Ye Faithful

O Come All Ye Faithful

O Come all ye faithful
Gather round the Yule Fire.
O come ye O come ye
To call the Sun!
Fires within us
Call the Fires above us

O come let us invoke Her!
O come let us invoke Her!
O come let us invoke Her!
Our Lady Sun.

Yea, Lady we greet Thee
Born again at Yuletide
Yule Fire and candle flames
Are lighted for You!
Come to Thy children Calling for Thy blessing!

Because I’m listening to McDonnell of the Heights

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Macdonell

Another unsung hero of Canadian history. .. The texts give a terribly sparse
Accounting of this man. He was a Major under Brock, and apparently not a very
Popular one. He was one of those “good young men” form the “right” kind of
Family with the “right” kind of gentleman’s education, a law practise and the
Ear of influential people of the day. There’s nothing to indicate he was not a
Decent sort, but somebody writing up the accounts didn’t want too much of the
Glory to be taken from the General! Perhaps this is one way of vindicating the
Historical vagaries of this nation. It gives me no small amount of
Satisfaction to think that more people will know that there’s more than just
Brock under that huge stone monument.]

Too thin the line that charged the Heights
And scrambled in the clay.
Too thin the Eastern Township Scot
Who showed them all the way,
And perhaps had you not fallen,
You might be what Brock became
But not one in ten thousand knows your name.
To say the name, Macdonnell,
It would bring no bugle call
But the Redcoats stayed beside you
When they saw the General fall.
Twas Macdonnell raised the banner then
And set the Heights aflame,
But not one in ten thousand knows your name.
You brought the field all standing with your courage and your luck
But unknown to most, you’re lying there beside old General Brock.
So you know what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have not one in ten thousand know your name.
At Queenston now, the General on his tower stands alone
And there’s lichen on ‘Macdonnell’ carved upon that weathered stone
In a corner of the monument to glory you could claim,
But not one in ten thousand knows your name.
You brought the field all standing with your courage and your luck
But unknown to most, you’re lying there beside old General Brock.
So you know what it is to scale the Heights and fall just short of fame
And have not one in ten thousand know your name

Mary’s Playlist

Mary’s Playlist

All that we let in – Indigo Girls

Ancient Mother – Robert Gass and the Wings of Song

Heart to Heart – Cris Williamson

Sisters, now the meeting is over – Libana

Sister – Cris Williamson

I will be gentle with myself – Kate Marks

Deep Peace – Bill Douglas

Lullabye – Cris Williamson

The Last Watch – Stan Rogers

Turn, Turn, Turn – The Byrds

I’m already there – Lonestar

You’ll be in my heart – Kenny Loggins

Deep Peace – Libana

Women of our time – Judy Small

Seasons of love – Rent

May we dwell in the heart – Robert Gass and the Wings of Song

Bi Thus A Mo Shuile – Maire Brennan

Keep me in your heart – Warren Zevon

Caledonia – Dougie MacLean

Follow the Light – John McCutcheon

We are not alone – John McCutcheon

At the Moment – John McCutcheon

Amazed – Lonesta

I know that Mary loved some of these but these I’m finding comforting at the moment because they remind me of her.