Lyrics from Wyndfall: Piper's Dream  

Track 1:  Garden of You ~ music by Lisa Franco,* lyrics by Chris Laughery

"I can feel you in the garden, in the stick of summertime. There’s something ‘bout the memory of your passion makes me rhyme. I can see your face as clear as day, shining through the pain. I begin to smell the bouquet of you and the tears fall like rain. I swear sometimes you visit me, I feel you in my heart, thoughts of you so fuzzy warm though we’re ages far apart. I only see you in my dream and in the garden, too, so innocently hidden in the forbidden Garden of You. With your lips so silky sweet, I can almost taste the heat, I wonder if we’ll ever meet again, in the Garden of You. Well I found an old photo in the attics of our love, my inner cat played tit for tat with your cuddly little dove, round and round so playfully on the wings of desire, soaring into eternity, raging with the fire. Chorus. Well, here’s the health to all the ones who shared my path along the way, may we meet again with merriment, all in the month of May. May we laugh and love the whole night through, let morning make us fall. We’ll wake to find the ache behind, and it’s not a dream at all. Chorus."

Track 3:  Bold Doherty ~ trad Irish

“My name is Bold Doherty, from the north country, where there’s a still upon every stream. Lady be quicker and pour me more liquor, and fill me a glass of the stronger than cream. If I had ya, Molly, so pleasant and jolly, I know it’s a folly to ask you at all, I’d fill up my glass with a mile to the bottom and I’ll drink to ya Molly beside Donegal. Fol the dol do with me fol the dal day. With a new pair of clogs I brought home from the market, I craved an excuse to get into the town. I told my old mother, the seams they were ripped and I needed some nails for to rivet them down. She clothed my hand with a bright bit of shilling, she thought the remainder would be her own, saying when you get to town you can buy the full noggin but beware you bring none of your fancifuls home. Chorus. And when crossing the fields, of me brave Enniskillen, I went into an ale house to take a dram. I saw two tinkers dividing the saucepan, although they were arguin’ about the ten can. Well, one of the men made a blow at the other one. He said, “Ye young villain, I will take your life.” Your saucepans are leakin’ and won’t hold no water, since ‘ere the Bold Doherty spoke with your wife. Chorus. When I got home, the door it was bolted, I rapped up me mother for to let me in. “Be gone ore the place” was the word that she mentioned, “for inside this house you will not enter in. You may go away to wherever you came from, for to keep you out, now I’m sure it’s no sin.” Says I, “me gay woman, you may keep your temper, ‘cause I can find lodgin’ with Nora McGlynn.” Chorus.

Track 4:  Katy’s Rambles ~ trad Irish, lyrics by Tom Reese

“Sweet just like the breeze, brought by an early spring, whispering melodies, songs that the birds can sing. Then the shadows fall over a golden field, Katy is calling you. Come take her hand. Katy you’re there, when the darkness takes hold of me. Katy you’re there, when the others refuse to see. You are a joy to the ones that have set you free. Open your arms to her, come take her hand. To her place we’ll go down by the tannery, in through the tavern door, open for all to see. I’m reminded of days with my family, walking to town on a warm summer’s day. Chorus. We’ll take all the rhymes buried in memories, spoken in fairy tales, hardly a mystery. You will find your place, Katy will call your name, and you’ll go sailing on, singing her song. Chorus. Katy it’s you that has shown me my destiny. Katy it’s you that has shown me how love should be. You are afloat on a sea of tranquility, open your arms to me, I’ll take your hand. Chorus.”

Track 6:  Winds of Desire ~ music & lyrics by Chris Laughery

"Green are the leaves that fall upon ye high from the arms of the loving love tree. Adorning your countenance in summer’s sweet air, riding the waves of your hair. And blue is the water that swims on your face, plunging your currents with such eloquent grace. Swishing, swashing, caressing your cares, so sweetly peaching your pears. Ride away with me up even higher on these whispering Winds of Desire. And grey is the day that the rains do fall, from skies that cry when thunders call, but soon that was dark will be on its way, returning the sun for the day. Chorus. Red are the leaves that autumn will bring, so sad the song that this old bird sings, to warn of winter’s bone chilling freeze, I’ll up and take to the trees. Chorus. So black is the night that the moon doesn’t shine, newly of course will it wane to align. Tides will turn and pressures will pull by the time the circle comes full. Chorus."

Track 9:  Back Home in Derry ~ Bobby Sands*

“In 1803, we sailed out to sea, out from the sweet town of Derry. Australia bound, if we didn’t all drown, and the marks of our fetters we carried. In rusty iron chains, we signed for our wanes, our good women we left there in sorrow. As the main mast unfurled, our curses we hurled at the English and the thought of tomorrow. Oh, how I wish I was back home in Derry. At the mouth of the foil, we’d farewell to the soil and down below decks we were lyin’. O’Dockerty screamed and woke from a dream, visions of bold robbers dyin’. The sun burnt the crew as we dished out the gruel, then O’Connor was down with the fever. Sixty rebels that day bound for Botany Bay, how many would reach there to see her? Chorus. Well, we cursed them to hell as our bough fought the swell, and our ship danced like a moth in the firelight. White horses rode high as the Devil passed by, taking souls to Hades by twilight. Six weeks out to sea, we were now 43 and we buried our comrades each morning. In our own slime, we were lost there in time, the endless days without dawning. Chorus. Van Diemon’s land, it’s hell for a man to live out his life in slavery. Where the weather is raw and the gun makes the law, neither wind nor the rain care for bravery. Twenty years have gone by and I’ve emptied my mind but the ghosts of my friends walk beside me. A rebel I came and so I’ll die the same, on the cold winds of night, you will find me. Chorus.”

Track 11:  Present ~ music & lyrics by Chris Laughery

“Thank you so very much, gentle giant tree, for just growing here through these arms that hug so tight. There are so many things I just need to ponder, today, tomorrow, last night. Have I driven down the wrong road, is my car made of glass, am I driving down the young side of life too fast? A birdy-feathered bumble breeze just made my snifflin’ spirit sneeze, out onto a canvas tissue that at one time scared me, some doubts, some fears, quite the lonely, weary tear, dripping from the eye that used to know. Good morning, future, I only wonder what’s to come of you? Good night to the one’s in the past I held so true. Three cheers to the present, lying right here beneath our tree, caress the roots under your boots, come on brothers feel the wind fall free. I guess you’re going to blow again, you timely wicked wind. Each day it’s something different that tips my hat. Just make me sneeze encore, summon the ancient troubador to sing the song that my soul just needs to hear. Chorus.”

Track 13:  Time to Go ~ music & lyrics by Chris Laughery

“I’m all strung out, and snap goes the string, everything’s down to the wire. Or else it’s all still up in the air, floating out of reach even higher. Suddenly there’s a girl with a smile like a pearl, another worldly gem to sing about, so sweet it aches, you couldn’t be without her. Ah, love, it is in the air. It grows, like her hair. I gotta pack up now and move this place, sometime this week. I’ve been rolling the dice of debt, now they roll over me as I speak. But suddenly there’s that girl with a smile like a pearl. I could have sworn I saw her blow me a kiss. What a breath of fresh air at a time like this. Ah, love, it is in the air. It grows, without a care. Oh, how the bittery winds, they march on through. They blow so damn cold, there’ll be snow in April too. So I drive up here, to the top of this mountain, just to visit the magic tree, to consider the clouds and just to think about this voice inside calling me. Just then a vision makes it’s way to my head, like an acorn without a trace, and I feel my conscience staring nose to nose into the clock’s ugly face. It’s time to go, it’s time to go.”