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Nick Burbridge - The Queen's Dream Of Lost Fields

from SONGHIVE (Online Edition) by Various Artists

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So immense yet intricate,
Fiercely wrought, still delicate,
All parts sensed as separate
In one sphere conjoin;
For each phase and season wait
That in turn regenerate
The pure instinct to create
From current, film and comb.
Pods erupt and waters break,
Quick shapes spring, sharp breaths take,
Revelling in all they make
Spun round a radiant sun

Come listen to my song
Our time here isn’t long...

Through shrouds that cover mound and field
By shade distinct and scent revealed
New blooms shoot and spread to yield,
Secrets to unfold
Borne where carriers float and fly
Dispersed between the earth and sky
Fragments of pure industry
Thrust into their hold
Through a dance inspiriting,
Giving up and gathering,
Limb and fibre, seed and wing,
Figures fuse and mould.

Oh, listen to my song
Our time here isn’t long

But what brute force looms over briar and bower,
And drives a bitter course to lodge in shaft and tower;
Armed with the curse of thought, bent to take power,
Break fruit from branch and cut root from flower?

While it obscures, yet it grows clear
How element and fabric tear,
Streams are poisoned at the core
By sheer recklessness
At each cusp where cells should tie
And fine lines of balance lie
What cannot connect must die
In a drear wilderness
Forms so lovingly evolved,
By warm, hard rain are dissolved,
Hub and hive and swarm resolved
Into mere emptiness

Now listen to my song
Our time here isn’t long

No efflorescence can escape
The scarred scene of this rape
For the fuse that gives it shape
It cannot defend
Nor the gut cut by its sting
Resist the withering
That wreaks on each living thing
Wounds it cannot mend
So at last the tainted dart
Penetrates into the heart
Of the nest it breaks apart
And I meet my end

Oh, listen to my song
Our time here isn’t long

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from SONGHIVE (Online Edition), released March 29, 2020
Words & Music by N. Burbridge
Nick Burbridge (voice); Rowan Piggott (harmony/shruti); Rosie Hodgson (harmony)

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Rowan Piggott Sheffield, UK

Rowan is a fiddle-singer, writer and tunesmith who grew up in the foothills of the Burren on the west coast of Ireland, surrounded by traditional music. The author of two successful tunebooks, he has also written articles for The Living Tradition magazine and led fiddle workshops at festivals all over the country. In 2016, he won the Future of Young Folk Award at Bromyard Folk Festival. ... more

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