Love the 7/8 rhythm and the vibes in your voice

A nice bright folk tune.  A strong rhythm and melody.  Always love the Celtic vibe.

Excellent beautiful one..superb7...always great vocals!

Wonderful song! Beautiful performance! I enjoyed listening.

beauty of singing style, sensational simplicity, very good

No matter how many times one listens, the magic of this hits so powerfully...

I wrote this song after an in-depth conversation with my mother who spent years searching for her mother.  It's in 7/8; perhaps reflecting the irregularity of relationships.

Bouzouki, harp, bass and drum programming, mixed and premastered by Dónal Lunny
Mastered by Ivan O'Shea
Editing/Vocals/BV/guitar/photo of my mum by SuZanne

(Because you asked Jeff.  When my Ma met her mother she commented on the colour of her eyes and said, "They're brilliant blue..." and it's the way she said it and looked that stuck in my mind)

Brilliant Blue
Her eyes are brilliant blue, mine are brown
I take after my father, they say he was a farmer
My mother's at the window as I say goodbye
I've only just met her, she is 84 0r 85

Refrain: Brilliant blue eyes, greet my brown
I've waited all my life, for this

2lb 4oz wrapped in cotton wool, placed in a cardboard shoebox
given to nuns in Bloom Street
Manchester in 1940, I was one of many a child and mother
sent from Catholic Ireland

Refrain      Lahlahlahs

Sixty-two years since we met, mother
I just wanted to see you one time, if you want me too
Your eyes are brilliant blue, mine are brown
as I leave the white-haired woman
It was dead of winter I was found

Lahlahlahs   Refrain

Brillinat Blue Master         

Brilliant Blue feat: Dónal Lunny

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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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April
First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

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