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Bride of the Wintertide

by Rowan Morrison

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1.
Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are setting in, And when a young man tells me that my face he'll soon forget, Before we part I'd bet a crown, he'd be fain to follow it yet. Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing, And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is Spring, But when Spring blows and Winter goes, my lad then you'd be fain, With all your pride for to follow me where it crossed the stormy main. Oh the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing, and the bee that flew when Summer shone, in Winter he won't sting, And all the flowers in all the land so brightly there they be And the snow it melts the soonest when my true love's for me So never say me farewell here, no farewell I'll receive, You cant meet me at the stile, you'll kiss and take your leave, and wait it 'til the woodcock crows or the martin takes its' leave Since the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing.
2.
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born this Christmas day, To save poor souls from Satan's power When we were gone astray: O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. From God our heavenly Father The blessed angels came, And unto certain shepherds Glad tidings of the same, That he was born in Bethlehem The Son of God by name: O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. The shepherds at those tidings Rejoiced much in mind, And left their flocks a' feeding In tempest, storm and wind, And went to Bethlehem straightway, This blessed Babe to find O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. But when to Bethlehem they came, Whereat this Infant lay, They found Him in a manger, Where oxen feed on hay; His mother Mary kneeling, Unto the Lord did pray. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. Now to the Lord sing praises, All ye within this place, And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace; For the merry time of Christmas is coming on a' pace O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy. God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born this Christmas day, To save poor souls from Satan's power When we were gone astray: Glad tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy, Glad tidings of comfort and joy. Glad tidings of comfort and joy. Glad tidings of comfort and joy.
3.
He bear her off, he bear her down He bear her into an orchard ground Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away And in that orchard there was a hold That was hanged with purple and gold And in that hold there was a bed And it was hanged with gold so red Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away And on this bed there lyeth a knight His wound is bleeding day and night By his bedside kneeleth a maid And she weepeth both night and day Lu li lu lay lu li lu lay The falcon hath bourne my mate away By his bedside standeth a stone Corpus Christi written thereon
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When all’s still and peace surrounds you hmmmm Frost courts our frozen limbs Lights will guide our way beyond Through snow we’ll make our way - home From right across the world - home The loving warmth inside - home Beneath the Christmas lights – home Oh just to be beside you at home Lost our way the road beneath us hmmmm Where snow rests deep and fair Our journey seems to take forever Drifting like the snow From right across the world - home The loving warmth inside - home Beneath the Christmas lights – home Oh just to be beside you at home
5.
Down in yon forest be a hall, Sing May, Queen May, sing Mary! 'Tis coverlided over with purple and pall. Sing all good men for the new-born Baby! Oh in that hall is a pallet bed: Sing May, Queen May, sing Mary! 'Tis stained with blood like cardinal red. Sing all good men for the new-born Baby! And at that pallet is a stone Sing May, Queen May, sing Mary! On which the Virgin did atone Sing all good men for the new-born Baby! Under that Hall is a gushing flood: Sing May, Queen May, sing Mary! From Christ's own side 'tis water and blood. Sing all good men for the new-born Baby! Beside that bed a shrub tree grows, Sing May, Queen May, sing Mary! Since He was born hit blooms and blows. Sing all good men for the new-born Baby! Oh, on that bed a young Squire sleeps, Sing May, Queen May, sing Mary! His wounds are sick, and see, he weeps. Sing all good men for the new-born Baby! Oh hail yon Hall were none can sin, Sing May, Queen May, sing Mary! Cause hit's gold outside and silver within, Sing all good men for the new-born Baby!
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Instrumental.
7.
God speed the plough and send us ale corn Enough our purpose for to make At crow of cock of the plough late of Sygate Be merry and glad what good ale this work has made No bones for the plough No flint from the soil Without Barleycorn no grist for the ale A treasury ‘twas made not for one but for all Bird, boar or hare enough and more for to spare God speed the plough and send us ale corn Enough our purpose for to make At crow of cock of the plough late of Sygate Be merry and glad what good work this ale has made Here we make our stand ‘neath a gallery of souls The yoke be cast aground no prisoners to the toil Our reward redeemed in heaven and on the earth Pleasure be fulfilled as we’re ploughed into the soil God speed the plough and send us ale corn Enough our purpose for to make
8.
Down in yon forest there stands a hall The bells of paradise I hear them ring Things covered all over with purple and pall And I love my Lord Jesus above anything Down in that hall there is a bed The bells of paradise I heard them ring Pall scarlet the cover the cover it spread And I love my Lord Jesus above anything And on the bed there lays a knight The bells of paradise I heard them ring and he doth lead by day and by night And I love my Lord Jesus above anything Down under that bed there runneth a flood The bells of paradise I heard them ring The one half runs water, the other runs blood And I love my Lord Jesus above anything Down at the bed's foot there springs a thorn The bells of paradise I heard them ring The moon bids white blossom the day he was born And I love my Lord Jesus above anything And over that place the moon shines bright The bells of paradise I heard them ring To show that our saviour was born on that night And I love my Lord Jesus above anything
9.
In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan; Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. Angels and Archangels May have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim Thronged the air; But His Mother only In her maiden bliss Worshipped the Beloved With a kiss. What can I give Him, Poor as I am? — If I were a Shepherd I would bring a lamb; If I were a Wise Man I would do my part, — Yet what I can I give Him, — Give my heart. In the bleak mid-winter Long ago.
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Instrumental

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The third album in the trilogy of winter themed albums (following on from Silent Night Songs for a Cold Winter's Evening and Fields of Frost).
A collection of songs ranging from carols, new and traditional folksong, a Christmas pop song, a song for Plough Monday, and more beside.

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released December 10, 2021

Songs 1,3,5,8 - Angeline Morrison Music
Songs 4,6, 7,10 - MillerSounds
Songs 2,9 - MillerSounds / Angeline Morrison Music

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Rowan Morrison England, UK

Rowan : Morrison are the musical twixting of The Rowan Amber Mill and Angeline Morrison. Angeline has released music as We Are Muffy (Tapete Records), The Mighty Sceptres (Ubiquity Records), The Ambassadors of Sorrow, and solo (Freestyle Records).
The Rowan Amber Mill releases music under their own name and under the guise of Making Tea for Robots (both on the MillerSounds label).
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