Delia Murphy — Drawn to the Fire

Delia, Oh! Delia, I hear you sing
In your culchie accents — the pleasure you bring.
Like the wind through the lattice, you call and I hear
Your voice that was loved and ever so dear.

Tom Maughan the tinker, he taught you those songs:
The words of the Blackbird for which you had longed;
In Featherbed Lane you were drawn to the fire
That lit in your heart the singing desire.

Chorus
Delia, Oh, Delia — beyond each loved song
You stood up for right, you fought against wrong,
Your bravery in Rome, it set people free,
With that ‘Irish pimpernel’ O’Flaherty.
And you raised your voice so that songs might be heard, The songs of the people, you weren’t afraid,
You sang to ‘the Gods’ where the poorer folk sat,
They sang every chorus, they blessed you for that.

All who came after, they dipped at your well
And raised a full bucket, with its magic spell!
The songs that you’d treasured, songs of the past,
From the Blackbird of Mayo whose songs would now last. 

Chorus
Delia, Oh, Delia — beyond each loved song
You stood up for right, you fought against wrong,
Your bravery in Rome, it set people free,
With that  ‘Irish pimpernel’ O’Flaherty. 
Oh! You lit that taper — the lamp of your heart,
When your voice with its beauty, old songs would impart
We lost that great voice — the loveliest of Bannion.
When, far from green Mayo, you died in ‘The Union’.

Drawn To The Fire

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Parallel Universe

KEEP ON-KEEP FAITH
This tune is shout-out to Canada and Ukraine as told through the song-prayer of a young, American woman.

Keep On-Keep Faith

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THE CLOCKMAKER
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The Clockmaker

HOMEGROWN POPE 
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Homegrown Pope

May Musings

Broke me

Imbolc
We have come through into the light
The year is new, the old in flight;
And we have raised our fire of hope,
We twist from straw, another rope
To draw us from the clinging year
Of cold dark days, and Winter fear.

Imbolc, Imbolc,
Our dreams arise, our dread in flight;
O bring your birthings of delight,
Imbolc, Imbolc.

Blessed by the Rowan’s guarding limbs
Green will shoot the earth’s new crown
Where the pool-star’s shimmer trims
The clinging hem of Bridgit’s gown:
White as Winter’s parting snow, 
When milk of ewes begins to flow.

Musical Interlude:

Bless the light this Quarter day
The caldron set upon the fire;
Long the Cailleach sleeping stay
Wrapped in dreamings of desire
Till our Candlemas is spent
And Winter dark in light is blent.

Imbolc, Imbolc,
Our dreams arise, our dread in flight;
O bring your birthings of delight,
Imbolc, Imbolc.  — © Frank Callery.

May Musings

Fran Schultz

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