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O Bitersweet Dear Madeline by Pamela Wyn Shannon
Your wine-kissed lips and blushed stain
Are rustic songs with a yearn for refrain
Deep-dyed the twilight in the violet hour
The garden lantern makes golden the flowers
O Bittersweet Dear Madeline
The bedstraw is tangled in your hair
He flutters over your bright mouth
As you gently pull him to your lair
Your love making the earth sweet
As your bodies perfume the passing air...
A fallen leaf has been misplaced
Tis woven in the nest the sparrow made
Dewy tongues speak and delay
The hips of trees do sing and sway
O Bittersweet Dear Madeline
The bedstraw is tangled in your hair
He flutters over your bright mouth
As you gently pull him to your lair
Your love making the earth sweet
As your bodies perfume the passing air...
They rush to come with the flowing air
They change their shape
Then disappear
From here to hear
Disappear...
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Tis Rambletide in Ambleside by Pamela Wyn Shannon
Tis Rambletide in Ambleside
Wind-twisted trees, the thorn of you
The season's leaf is gold and red
On lilting paths they fall to bed
And we become brighter in our dying
And we turn golden as we fall
Spindle berries split and show
Sunset-colored seeds that glow
The leaf fires scent the air with musk
Shadowed spindle tree at dusk
And we become brighter in our dying a
And we turn golden as we fall
Tis Rambletide, so off I go
Through Ambleside, the path unknown
October fields of umber hue
Over rain-soaked rocks I quickly move
Can I walk through soft meadows and briars alike?
Can I move through with the thorn of you inside?
The knobbed and knotted arms I climb
To view the falling from up high
In their departure, I arrive
With ever leaf, a floating sigh
And we become brighter in our dying
And we turn golden as we fall
Tis Rambletide in Ambeside
Wind-twisted trees, the thorn of you
The season's leaf is gold and red
On lilting paths they fall to bed...
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Courting Autumn
05:14
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Courting Autumn by Pamela Wyn Shannon
Take a turn with me Autumn, Through the gloaming, in the fold
With black crows at my shoulder, I'll fly in with the cold
Come courting at my doorstep, With a seedpod bouquet
Blustery and bold I will sweep you away...
What can I bring you? Name any, name all
Bring me a basket to catch when I fall
Why do you chill me and stir my heart so?
You cared for my seeds when my woeful winds blow...
You've ripened and berry-stained my lips with your kiss
The flower and faded, But swells the fruits, haws and hips
After the harvest, why feel I such grief?
Fear not, you shall prosper, If you braid the last sheaf...
Why deprive me of sun, Make the evening come early?
So you will raise up the fire, And make sweet warm company
Am I to die soon? My bones turn to clay?
My trees will cradle you to the heavens, And you'll fly away...
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Woolgathering
03:37
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Woolgathering by Pamela Wyn Shannon
I pull the leaves from my tangled hair
The gusty wind storm had blown them there
Burning leaves scent the autumn air
The smoke rolls up through the haze
I pull the burrs off my ragged coat
Woolen scarf snug around my throat
The river swells with teacups afloat
In the dark drizzling day
O, Autumn I love your ways
Your burnished leaves and your golden hay
The way you wake me with your restless wind
That hollers wide through the braes
O Autumn I love your ways
Your melancholia and brooding gaze
Will you promise to keep me warm
With woolgathering days?
I spin the days with my wandering
I knit the months with my squandering
I weaver the feathers of a fledgling
Stained with the ripe fruit's red wine
I pull the tufts from the thorny brake
your blustery winds tempt to vex my stay
But i'm forever dyed-in-the-wool
With my woolgathering ways
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Ca' the Yowes
05:07
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traditional
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September's Way
05:27
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September's Way by Pamela Wyn Shannon
At Summer's end the crickets fade
And birds soon leave the nests they made
The rush of sadness pulls me down
But lifts when whirling winds resound
The falling acorn, the bent leafy road
The wet mossy bark, the insect's dull drone
The red ember sunset, the seed-rattling gourd
The crackling wood in the black iron hearth
Time is turning, toiling, churning
September's way will slowly turn
The plow again for harvest's horn
Until the bracken and stubbled field is frosted
The cold gorge and rushes, the pending willow
The gurgle of rain, glistening gleam of red leaves
The calm of the horses, their scent on the gate
Mud on the slates, wet wool on the lamb
Time is turning, toiling churning
September's way will slowly turn
The plow again for harvest's horn
Until the bracken and stubbled field is frosted
The wet-lustered rosehips, the dark crimson haws
The crop of the berry in glistening shaws
The cobnuts and filberts, the hazel and husk
Sacks for the nutting, hunted at dusk
Time is turning, toiling, churning
September's way will slowly turn
The plow again for harvest's horn
Until the bracken and stubbled field is frosted
The ripe apples fall
When the spice-chilled winds blow
Earth-linked are pumpkins
And vined as they grow
The grey musky rabbit, the cold stem of the kale
Smokey and frosty is the breath of the earth
Time is turning, toiling, churning
September's way will slowly turn
The plow again for harvest's horn
Until the bracken and stubbled field is frosted
Red burnished pears soaked in claret-red wine
Days of the hydref soaked in tree sap and brine
The kernfests and clyacks Round the plenty filled horns
The dark cello hum of the tress' plaintive sound...
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Pipkin
05:31
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Pipkin by Pamela Wyn Shannon
Pipkin, Pipkin, from a seedpod bouquet
Fell from a seed head, and Pipkin flew away
With his velvety coat and his silvery plume, He takes flight
The winds set him sailing in the Autumn
He's a beautiful kite, he's a beautiful kite
Pipkin, Pipkin swept up by winds that soar
Blustery winds, blustery winds
Guides you to my door
Seedkin with whiskers, take off your velvety coat
All the leaves have fallen, dearest Pipkin
There's nowhere left to go, nowhere left to go
And soon comes the snow
Pipkin, Pipkin, from a seedpod bouquet
Fell from a seed head and Pipkin flew away
With his velvety coat and his silvery plume
He takes flight
The winds set him sailing in the Autumn
He's a beautiful kite, he's a beautiful kite...
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Michaelmastide
03:31
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Netherworld
05:27
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Vespertine Autumn
04:31
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Cold Blows the Wind
03:39
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Fare-Thee-Forlorn
04:04
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Pamela Wyn Shannon Wales, UK
Pamela Wyn Shannon's inventive and intricate guitar work has been described as "a tiny chamber orchestra working in unison at the end of her hands," and her vocal style has a delicate lilting sensitivity. Her unique compositions have an elliptical quality which creates its own time-frame, rules, and kingdoms, and are reminiscent of the magic found in UK '60s artefacts. ... more
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