Elly HadawayThe Lady of the Woods
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Heartland
Eve's Chosen Few
Musings
Barefoot on a Dirt-Floor
JUST LISTEN!
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Observation Station
KINDRED FM - a Desperado Revue station
Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
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A hymn to a mythical, fairytale figure - a new song in a traditional English folk style.

Lyrics: Hel Gurney
Music: Elly Hadaway
Voice and ukulele: Elly Hadaway
Production and cover art: Somhairle Kelly

For Char. <3

Storyteller and poet Hel Gurney and I wrote this song as a birthday present for a dear friend, and as the first in I hope a plethora of collaborations!

The Lady of the Woods is a mythical figure of great wisdom and benevolence who appears in Bavarian fairytales, and is an important character in Hel's poetry and storytelling project "Red Hoods and Glass Slippers".

To find out more about the Lady of the Woods, "Red Hoods and Glass Slippers", and performance dates for Hel's show "The Sleeping Princess" (the first instalment of RHAGS), you can visit Hel's website, which is helgurney.wordpress.com.
Follow the lanterns that wind through the forest,
The flowers that trail beneath towering trees,
Whether fairest or plainest, richest or poorest,
The Lady who waits there can bring your heart ease.

Bring her the garlands you wore for your wedding,
Or bring her the wine that you brewed in her name,
Sleep in the woods with green moss for your bedding
And breathe in the wildness where once you were tame.

Sing, sing, sing
The Lady of the Woods
Let us travel safely to you
Oh Lady of the Woods.

Come all ye women who life has left weeping,
Oh come all ye widows and maidens and wives,
Come if your husbands are not worth the keeping,
Or come if you pray that your life will survive.

Come if you're lovesick and crave resolution,
Come if your heart beats for women like you,
Our forested Lady shall bring restitution
To all those who seek her, if their hearts be true.

Sing, sing, sing
The Lady of the Woods
Accept the gifts we bring you
Oh Lady of the Woods.

Sometimes she'll smile and her bright eyes will glisten
As she shows you the way to your intended's heart,
And sometimes her face will turn grave as she listens
And firmly she tells you, 'you're better apart'.

But whether she offers you magic and laughter
Or unhappy truths, it's of no use to plead,
The Lady will not change her wisdom thereafter
For she does not grant wishes, but answers your need.

Sing, sing, sing
The Lady of the Woods
Giving thanks, we leave you
Oh Lady of the Woods. x
Song Comments

Eve's Chosen Few
This song reminds of open air and mountains, it is a folk song like the kind that is sung all over the world. Beautiful!


Observation Station
Hearing this new song (in an old style) takes the listener back to the days of folk lore, chivalry and idylls of a simpler lifestyle before the introduction of music as we know it today. The pitch perfect lady vocalist draws you into the woods as her voice dances around like a warm breeze in dappled sunlight.


Musings
Perfection... music, melody, lyric, and delivery... imagine having your own personal sitting where a woman comes and sings for you... about the myth and mystery of Life... Pleasant! -M-


Barefoot on a Dirt-Floor
Perfection... music, melody, lyric, and delivery... imagine having your own personal sitting where a woman comes and sings for you... about the myth and mystery of Life... Pleasant! -M-


JUST LISTEN!
Perfection... music, melody, lyric, and delivery... imagine having your own personal sitting where a woman comes and sings for you... about the myth and mystery of Life... Pleasant! -M-


Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 4
Now gode. Let us leave theories there and return to here's here. Now hear. 'Tis gode again. The teak coffin, Pughglasspanelfitted, feets to the east, was to turn in later, and pitly patly near the porpus, materially effecting the cause. And this, liever, is the thinghowe. Any number of conservative public bodies, through a number of select and other committees having power to add to their number, before voting themselves and himself, town, port and garrison, by a fit and proper resolution, following a koorts order of the groundwet, once for all out of plotty existence, as a forescut, so you maateskippey might to you cuttinrunner on a neuw pack of klerds, made him, while his body still persisted, their present of a protem grave in Moyelta of the best Lough Neagh pattern, then as much in demand among misonesans as the Isle of Man today among limniphobes. Wacht even! It was in a fairly fishy kettlekerry, after the Fianna's foreman had taken his handful, enriched with ancient woods and dear dutchy deep- linns mid which were an old knoll and a troutbeck, vainyvain of her osiery and a chatty sally with any Wilt or Walt who would ongle her as Izaak did to the tickle of his rod and watch her waters of her sillying waters of and there now brown peater arripple (may their quilt gild lightly over his somnolulutent form!) Whoforyou lies his last, by the wrath of Bog, like the erst curst Hun in the bed of his treubleu Donawhu.


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