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A typical DCE Song with Celtic/FolkRock Elements.The music is fractionally adapted by irish trad.
(c)2005 DCE
Words by Gill Whitehurst
Music by Marijan/Irish Trad
Canto:Morgenblume and Marijan
(c)2005 DCE
Words by Gill Whitehurst
Music by Marijan/Irish Trad
Canto:Morgenblume and Marijan
The Wayfarer
Style: Celtic/Folkrock
©2005 Duo Cantores Errant
Words by Gillian D. Whitehurst
Music by Marijan P. Horvat/irish traditional
Canto by Morgenblume & Marijan
I.
So/ long in the/ trav’ling
For to/ find the blue/ ocean
I could /see no hor/izon,
And no /ship to make/ sail
The/ stranger was/ waiting,
His /eyes held such/ kindness
That I/ sat down be/side him
To /tell him my /tale
Refrain
I had/ gold from my/ labours
And was/ clothed in fine/ fashion,
Had a/ pack full of/ treasures
That I’d/ found on the /way
I had /coins of bright/ silver
And /all kinds of /jewels
Yet my /heart was a /pauper
And my /soul wandering/ stray
II.
Oh my/ mind it was/ weary,
My/ tears a small/ river
And my/ words were a /story
Of/ sadness and/ loss
He /held me en/raptured
With a /gaze of for/ever
As he / told of our / history
That had/ long been for/got
Refrain…I had gold…
Text3
And I/ wept with the /memory
Of/ that now for/gotten,
But that/ calls to my/ heart
In the /shade of the /world
Finale 2x
Oh and /all the fine/ treasure
That I’d /brought on my /journey
I/ left by the /wayside
To/ search for a /pearl
Style: Celtic/Folkrock
©2005 Duo Cantores Errant
Words by Gillian D. Whitehurst
Music by Marijan P. Horvat/irish traditional
Canto by Morgenblume & Marijan
I.
So/ long in the/ trav’ling
For to/ find the blue/ ocean
I could /see no hor/izon,
And no /ship to make/ sail
The/ stranger was/ waiting,
His /eyes held such/ kindness
That I/ sat down be/side him
To /tell him my /tale
Refrain
I had/ gold from my/ labours
And was/ clothed in fine/ fashion,
Had a/ pack full of/ treasures
That I’d/ found on the /way
I had /coins of bright/ silver
And /all kinds of /jewels
Yet my /heart was a /pauper
And my /soul wandering/ stray
II.
Oh my/ mind it was/ weary,
My/ tears a small/ river
And my/ words were a /story
Of/ sadness and/ loss
He /held me en/raptured
With a /gaze of for/ever
As he / told of our / history
That had/ long been for/got
Refrain…I had gold…
Text3
And I/ wept with the /memory
Of/ that now for/gotten,
But that/ calls to my/ heart
In the /shade of the /world
Finale 2x
Oh and /all the fine/ treasure
That I’d /brought on my /journey
I/ left by the /wayside
To/ search for a /pearl
