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Wyndfall: A Second Wynd
Cover Art: Vern Pilder
The tunes: (click on a title that is highlighted to hear a sound bite. These are streaming MP3 files.) 1. John Barleycorn (trad) 5:00 This song relates what it must feel like to be a field of barley – from the barley’s point of view. As Homer Simpson said, “Beer: the cause of & solution to all of life’s problems.” Lyrics adapted from a poem by Robert Burns called “there was three kings into the east.” 2. Jenny Pluck Pears (trad) 5:20 instrumental This intriguing tune inspired the cover art for “A Second Wynd.” An old English melody from the Renaissance, we’ve given her a new outlook. 3. Downfall of Paris (anon) 3:00 instrumental This lilting melody doesn’t sound nearly as dismal as the title would have you believe. 4. Katy’s Rambles (trad, lyrics by T Reese) 4:00 Tom Tesnow, Sr, harmony vocals Revisited from our first CD, “Piper’s Dream,” this beautiful waltz describes a day in the life of Katy. lyrics 5. Northern (T Reese) 1:30 Tom Reese, Indian flute & soprano flute The main melody in this haunting piece is in the Lakota native American flute, while the soprano flute supports & decorates the melody. 6. Prelude #3 (JS Bach) 4:00 Laurie Reese, solo cello From the Six Suites for Solo Cello, this prelude in C Major is noble & bold. 7. Garden of You (Franco, lyrics by Laughery) 4:00 Features Chris & his writing. This song was also on “Piper’s Dream.” Lyrics 8. Far Away/A Stor Mo Chroi (Jung/trad.) 6:00 Tom, Chris, Laurie Beautiful. 9. Down the Brae (trad) 5:30 instrumental March. Tom plays the pennywhistle on this solo, using a Copland silver whistle. 10. Kitchen Girl/Kelpie (trad/Anderson) 6:00 Traditional Irish tune melts into a modern Jethro Tull song. 11. Paddy on the Landfill (trad) 2:30 instrumental This driving instrumental will keep your toes tapping. 12. Iron Hand (Knopfler) 5:24 This starts with a Civil War melody, played traditionally (almost), then the guitar leads us into an historical perspective. 13. Cup of Wonder (Anderson) 4:00 This song is one of the band’s favorites to do live – we all get a kick out of playing it. 14. Shecky Green (trad, lyrics by T Reese) 3:50 Tom Reese, vocal These playful lyrics are from a musician’s point of view. 15. Darby/Coleraine (Reese/trad) 3:30 instrumental A pair of lively jigs, one by Tom Reese & the other a traditional Irish tune. 16. The Minstrel (Pratt) 5:00 Chris Laughery, solo voice This is a second point of view on life from the eyes of a musician; this one living long ago. © 2004 Wyndfall Recorded at Sound Camp Studios, near Detroit, Michigan. (586) 754-8991 www.soundcampstudios.com. Recorded in three sessions, October 2004. Engineer: Jon Lotoczky. Mix down Engineer: Steve Presti. Mastering: Chuck Jopski, Summerhouse Sound (706) 653-2866. Cover Art: Vern Pilder. Layout: Laurie Reese. Producer: Tom Tesnow, Sr, East Side Entertainment.
Lyrics Track 1: John Barleycorn (trad. Irish) There were three men, came out of the west, their fortunes for to try. And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn should die. They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him, threw clods upon his head. Then these three men made their solemn vow; John Barleycorn was dead. They let him lie for a long, long time, till the rains from heaven did fall. Then little Sir John threw up his head and so amazed them all. They let him stand ‘til a mid-summer’s day, ‘til he looked so pale and wan. Then little Sir John grew a long white beard and so became a man. They hired men with scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee. They rolled him and tied him at the waist, serving him most barbarously. They hired men with sharp pitch forks to prick him through the heart, but the drover served him worse than that for he’s bound him to a cart. They wheeled him around and around the field, ‘til they came into a barn and there they made their final vow on poor old Barleycorn. They hired men with crab tree sticks to strip him skin from bone, but the miller has served him worst of all for he’s ground him between two stones. There’s beer all in the barrel and there’s whiskey in the glass, but little Sir John of the nut-brown bone proved the strongest man at last. Now the huntsman, he can’t hunt the fox or loudly blow his horn, and the tinker can’t mend his cobble or his horn without a little barleycorn. 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 7: Garden of You (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 8: A Stor Mo Chroi (trad Irish) A Stor Mo Chroi, when you’re far away, from the homes that you’ve soon be leaving. And it’s many’s the time by night and day, your heart will sorely be grieving. Oh the stranger’s land is rich and fair, with riches and treasures golden. You’ll pine, I know, for the days long ago and the love that is never olden. A Stor Mo Chroi, in the stranger’s land, there is plenty of wealth and earnings. Wealth and gems adorn, from the rich and grand, the but there are faces with hunger tearing. Though the road is weary and hard to tread, and the lights of their cities will blind you, you’ll turn astor for Erin’s shores and the ones you’ve left behind you. A Stor Mo Chroi, when the evening sun over mountains and meadows is falling. Won’t you, turn away from the trough and listen and maybe you’ll hear me calling. For the voice you’ll hear is surely mine, for somebody’s speedly returning. Arun, Arun, won’t you come home soon to the one’s who will always love you. |
