"The Raven" from Karliene

Oh raven,
an omen you warn,
you've circled my head,
from the day I was born.


Oh raven,
there's blood in your eyes,
oh what have you seen?
what will happen to me?


Oh raven,
you shadow my soul,
forewarning a storm,
so cruel and so cold.


Oh raven,
do lend me your eyes,
and show me my fate
so I may survive.


Oh, oh raven,
oh, oh raven,
oh, oh raven, raven


Oh, oh raven,
oh, oh raven,
oh, oh raven, raven


Oh raven,
there's blood in your eyes,
oh what have you seen?
what will happen to me?


Oh raven,
you shadow my soul,
forewarning a storm,
so cruel and so cold


Oh raven,
do lend me your eyes,
and show me my fate
so I may survive.

"Elizabeth's Lullaby" from Karliene

Eyes sapphire blue,
pale skin like the moon,
with a crown of fire and gold
You will be loved,
this I know to be true
my sweet  little baby girl


They'll travel so far
to revere and admire
the Princess of fire and gold.
For you will be loved,
you will rouse and inspire
my beautiful, flame headed girl


I'll watch you grow strong,
see the lion you'll become
with a mane of fire and gold.
Oh you will be loved,
and I'll be so proud,
my beautiful, flame headed girl


And when the night comes,
you will rise like a sun,
my daughter of fire and gold,
And you will be loved
as you shine from above
my beautiful, flame headed girl.


So sleep my love, sleep
I'll be here as you dream,
kiss your hair of fire and gold,
Oh you are so loved,
you're the heart of me,
my beautiful, sweet baby girl.

Noble Maiden Fair (A Mhaighdean Bhan Uasal)

A naoidhean bhig, duinn mo ghuth
Mise ri d'thaobh, O mhaighdean bhan
Ar righinn oig, fac as faic
Do thir, dileas fhein
A ghrian a's ghealaich, stuir sin
Gu uair ar cliu s ar gloire
Naoidhean bhig, ar righinn og
Mhaighdean uashaill bhan


[English Lyrics Translation]:
Little baby, hear my voice
I'm beside you, O maiden fair
Our young Lady, grow and see
Your land, your own faithful land
Sun and moon, guide us
To the hour of our glory and honour
Little baby, our young Lady
Noble maiden fair

"The Woman of Balnain" from Karliene

I am a woman of Balnain,
The folk have stolen me over again,
the stones seemed to say
I stood upon the hill, and wind did rise,
and the sound of thunder rolled across the land,
I placed my hands upon the tallest Stone
and travelled to far, distant land,
where I lived for a time among strangers
who became lovers and friends
But one day, I saw the moon came out
and the wind rose once more,
so I touched the stones
and travelled back to my own land
and took up again with the man I had left behind.

"Last of the Bards" from Karliene

I was born in the heather
in my sweet Northern Land
with a song in my ears
and a lute in my hand


and I've travelled the plains
collecting the sounds
and the stories of of friends
that I sing about now


And they call me the last of the Bards
when I open my lungs
and I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the Bards
when I sing my old fashioned songs


And I tried not to cry
when I left my sweet home
where the old pipes were playing
my favourite song


And I still hear it now
on the cold Northern wind
and I sing it aloud
for the people I miss


And the call the last of the Bards
when I open my lungs
and I spill out my heart
They call me the last of the Bards
when I sing my old fashioned songs


I was born in the heather
in my sweet Northern Land
with a song in my ears
and a lute in my hand


And I've travelled  the plains
collecting the sound
and the stories of friends
that I sing about now


And the call the last of the Bards
when I open my lungs
and I spill out of my heart
They call me the last of the Bards
when I sing my old fashioned songs


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