@dabluroom: Hi Larry. So pleased you like this piece. The main instruments (solo violin and solo cello) are Vienna Symphonic Library and the rest are GPO. I would happily use all VSL if Sonar and RAM could cope (they are hugely RAM intensive!). This is part of a much larger Suite which I will post progressively over the next few months.

Tibet - Land Above The Clouds

This is the first half of the "a Caelestra Christmas" concert 2016.

Long Cold Moon

Tender Are The Gifts

Cloaked In Silence

Lady Of Luck

The land it calls out to me

The land it calls out to me and weeps for what used to be;
And our ancestors mourn, for a land that is torn;
And our children who’ll never be free, in a future we’re too blind to see.

We poison the crops in our fields, in hopes that more money they’ll yield;
While the bees that they need, they are killed by our greed;
And the cost of our greed is revealed as the fate of our children is sealed.

The land it calls out to me and weeps for what used to be;
And our ancestors mourn, for a land that is torn;
And our children who’ll never be free, in a future we’re too blind to see.

We fracture the land ‘neath our feet, in the endless death-race to compete;
Our ground-water brings death, Earth takes her last breath;
And our children fall sick in the heat, and the air they must breathe on the street.

The land it calls out to me and weeps for what used to be;
And our ancestors mourn, for a land that is torn;
And our children who’ll never be free, in a future we’re too blind to see.

We’ve cut down the forests of trees, we’ve poisoned the life giving bees;
We’ve fractured the land with our grasping hands;
Yes the fate of our children is sealed, in a land that now cannot be healed.

The land it calls out to me and weeps for what used to be;
And our ancestors mourn, for a land that is torn;
And our children who’ll never be free, in a future we’re too blind to see.
Oh why did we never quite see, this wasn’t the way it should be?

The Land It Calls Out To Me

Beneath the Moorland Sky

Come with me to moor and mountain; listen to the curlew’s cry;
Hear the skylark rising, singing; here beneath the moorland sky.
Come with me to moor and mountain; listen to the curlew’s cry;
Hear the skylark rising, singing; here beneath the moorland sky.	

Walk with me the hidden pathways; show me where the wild hares lie;
Ancient standing stone and circles; lie beneath the moorland sky.
Come with me to moor and mountain; listen to the curlew’s cry;
Hear the skylark rising, singing; here beneath the moorland sky.

Roam along the wooded valleys; where the wind in branches sighs;
Rise to heather-scented breezes; out beneath the moorland sky.
Come with me to moor and mountain; listen to the curlew’s cry;
Hear the skylark rising, singing; here beneath the moorland sky.

Climb with me to rocky hilltops; see the rushing clouds go by;
Come alive in wind and rainstorm; free beneath the moorland sky.
Come with me to moor and mountain; listen to the curlew’s cry;
Hear the skylark rising, singing; here beneath the moorland sky.

When my days on earth are numbered; and I pass, please let me lie;
On the heather moors forever; peace beneath the moorland sky.
Come with me to moor and mountain; listen to the curlew’s cry;
Hear the skylark rising, singing; here beneath the moorland sky.
Free beneath the moorland sky; peace beneath the moorland sky

Beneath A Moorland Sky

time lkike an ever rolling stream bears all its sons away

Time

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Rhiannon's Ride

Epona Dreams - Little Wren

If anyone is interested, my 2016 CD is now available at Band Camp. 12 tracks digital download. https://lylemusic.bandcamp.com/album/new-day-dawning
Price £3 all proceeds to charity.

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