Music and Lyrics by Loreena McKennitt
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When in the Springtime of the year
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When the trees are crowned with leaves
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When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
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Are dressed in ribbons fair
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When owls call the breathless moon
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In the blue veil of the night
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The shadows of the trees appear
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Amidst the lantern light
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Chorus:
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We've been rambling all the night
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And some time of this day
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Now returning back again
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We bring a garland gay
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Who will go down to those shady groves
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And summon the shadows there
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And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
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In the springtime of the year
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The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
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That when the fiddler plays
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All their voices can be heard
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Long past their woodland days
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Chorus:
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We've been rambling all the night
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And some time of this day
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Now returning back again
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We bring a garland gay
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And so they linked their hands and danced
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Round in circles and in rows
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And so the journey of the night descends
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When all the shades are gone
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"A garland gay we bring you here
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And at your door we stand
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It is a sprout well budded out
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The work of Our Lord's hand"
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Chorus:
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We've been rambling all the night
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And some time of this day
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Now returning back again
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We bring a garland gay
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Chorus:
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We've been rambling all the night
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And some time of this day
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Now returning back again
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The Mummer's Dance
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Hayley Westenra |