Louisa John-Krol piosenki

Dancing with him, Dancing in my room Sun and Moon meet, Me and my Dead Groom – Aching over, Aching oh! My dear Setting sail on, Over Acheron…. 

O Little Blue Bobbin’ Bell hey lay-lo, dibble-dee faerie toe, dainty toe – O little dub by the dell, Ho! a Genie with a halo, hey lay-lo, Nay nay no – O Djinn, O Djinn, won’t you play your part? Begin, begin, to open your heart – to Dulcinea! O Little...

Duncan the Fiddler, play for your life! Up from the heather and into the night, You’ll come nae mare to berry nor stamp, You’ll play the ware and we’ll be the dance – Duncan the Fiddler, play for your life! Up from the rivers and over the skies, Don’t y...

I’ve been hovering near the border drawn by Memory and Sound Ever near the Dreaming, calling Elfland: Alam Al-Mithal, Alam Al-Mithal, the Wind and Tallow Like a child with a treasure but no age nor wisdom to protect it – Rare as coral it was stolen, pa...

You want me down darling, let me be! For I am in love with the Lord of a Tree And I’m riding to the good Sir Malder…. Saraway told me he was lithe as the wings of bees But he got his blood from the Mountain – Told me I’d find him in the body of Tree Whe...

Here… Hear Bring your fey favours, loll in sweet sloth; Sleek Midnight savours, vapours of the broth Oberon blinks bees, passing fell an’ wrath – Hang a pearl in every ear! There’s a changeling in the Moon! And your Dream Cat taps the Loom And she’s her...

In your boudoir you’ve been hiding, Lady in the Fortress hiding yourself from the fog – mist will reach you it’ll creep through cracks o’ windows, climb the stairways of your mind Ah mist will reach you, mist will reach you Mist will call you, mist wil...

Wind blows through branches of lost Time sleep forms foam rising to ashes. And as you dance, your hair is on fire tripping, falling, slipping into the ice Moon: in the light of the Sun, hide in your Shadow. 

No more man, than a talkative nymph – Was it planned, you would break the silence? In your hands is no trace of my kiss…. Then the love that we bore Was a mere wave in the storm morning…. But in my Golden Cottage – My Cottage of Gold I can be my own Se...

How should I your true love know From another one? By his cockle hat and staff, And his sandal shoon. He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone. White his shroud as the mountain snow, Larded...

Hear, Hear, Hear, Here! when we dream, we are gods when we think, we are beggars when we think, we are beggars when we dream, we are gods! Adamis!Diotima!Alabanda! 

Returning home again, where confusion reigns, my resolution caged in endless refrains: There in the distance larks descend, carrying balm from distant lands: and I am the djinn… Should I hide or should I play? Entangled in this fray my fantasies of gain,...

Thought, high in her Ivory Tower Falls in the spinning and weaving of Time And the last of last words spoken is ‘Goodbye’ – Never for you and I!Say when we die: “I can hear your tears and I know that I’m not talking….” “I can feel your fears and I know t...

Stone-breaker lurks in the dirt: Enter Someone who can survive it – Like a shadow of a curved bow, Lapus Lazuli there for show Ninshubar, lacerate your mouth Raise a shout in Heaven for her – She go down to the Seven Doors In the big bright House of the...

And I will disappear And see your smile, And I will tell the fear To say Goodnight – Whenever you’re in trouble I will always carry you There, inside the Bubble I will always be with you 

Maybe I should live on the other side of the wood? well, maybe And maybe my life is lived somewhere else? well, maybe And maybe they’ve buried my thought in salt? well, maybe And maybe I’ve seen the face of a ghost? well, maybe In your room my tune Is...

Once a dream did weave a shade O’er my Angel-guarded bed, That an Emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, ‘wildered and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn – Over many a tangled spray, All heart-broke I heard her say: O, my chi...

Lu-Lu’s not here, but Lu-Lu might hear! Feijoa Faerie, feline-a-lady, hey nonni overday Bryn o’ briar, I’m in a dream jar, a thousand locks to try… Oh, don’t you know gold burns the fire? Oh, won’t you turn the key of the pyre? 

Last night a van with a clown on its back took a one-man show down a windy road. He’s heading down to a woman I know – and the saddest of places I used to go: Rows of books would line the walls, paper souls she had in store, voices lurking in the hall,...

You sway in the lush torn scarf of my life Your hands are the tender bow of your mind You play in the sound of Me and the Machine: No handwriting allowed! No manuscript of older days, No Books of Hours – No calendar of stars, No calligraphy of love! N...