NIGHT SKY (2018) LYRICS

STARLIGHT

The storm has come, and nothing will be as it was, and was, and was. It is time to mourn the losses, to leave this place, and to lead onwards, out, and through.

 

My darling my darling I can’t let you in

Dearly departed are most of my kin

My love and my lover I bid you adieu

Regret only that I can’t travel with you

 

And what of my mother I haven’t the words

I’ve only this saucer and cup that was hers

My brother my brother who won’t speak my name

The shame that I’ve done to you you’ve done the same

 

By only the starlight I follow the line

Made by the river and carved out by time

I look to the willow that grows in the sand

Turning with sunlight the air from the land

 

LIFT ME UP

If I could tell myself then, what I know now, I would say: “You are beautiful, you are strong. You are so, so good.”

 

Don’t you worry now

And don’t you cry

You can wait it out

 

Don’t you fret my love

Don’t you shed a tear

You can erase the doubt

 

Lift me up stand me tall

Hear the voices both great and small

Give me wonder give me grace

Grant forgiveness in the darkest place

 

Follow your heart

Lift your spirit up

 

Touch the stillness with your tongue

Write the words down as they come

Light the candles I’ll count each one

Light them with moonlight light them with sun

 

Follow your heart

Lift your spirit up

 

Change the orbit of every part

Make them wider and farther apart

Some see nighttime some see the day

Look on both sides see more that way

 

Don’t you worry now

And don’t you cry

You can wait it out

 

Don’t you fret my love

Don’t you shed a tear

You can erase the doubt

 

TO THE NORTH

There is a lot we can learn from geese.

 

Spell the formation

Birds on the skyline

An arrow to the north

 

Follow the water

The winter has forgiven

Sunlight on its surface lights the way

 

Soon with the sunrise

So too as the crow flies

We can make our way from here to there

 

Sunset turns to moonlight

Miraculous wonder

Keep us as we lay our spent selves down

 

Chasing a feeling

Not knowing but believing

The grass is greener every northward day

 

Over the rooftops

Under the cloud line

We can see forever and away

 

And when you tire

The weight on your shoulders

The wind can fall heavy on your wings

 

My darling you can fall back

We’re right there behind you

A witness to these things

 

ROBIN HOOD

Robin Hood is a selfless hero; someone who uses their life for the greater good, and who seeks to right what is wrong. Here, we see him with one foot in the lay world of love and all things earthly, and one foot way out in the spiritual ether, where our deepest callings ring out.

 

My darling let down your long hair

That I may take some comfort there

I’ve been reading the signs

It won’t be long

 

My love won’t you swallow your pride

Be at peace with your Maker

My love if you’re lost

What becomes of us then

 

More can be said than be done

And I have but these hands of one

I’ll turn every stone

Take every chance

To step to the edge of my pride

Into the hands of my Maker

And fall

 

It’s here in the crease of your palm

In the cards that I’ve drawn

I’ve been reading the signs

It won’t be long

 

His footsteps are heard on the ground

Startled she wakes at the sound

My love you are here

Blessed is the night

 

My darling let down your long hair

 

AURORA IN THE MEADOW

This one is a sister song to my friend Brett Nelson’s tune, Potato Country. Both are tellings of the same love story from different perspectives, and both draw on the imagery of the prairies and the mountains, including the aurora borealis - the northern lights - as seen in the prairie sky.

 

I learned to grow

Where the winds are wild and the land is worn

Where the rivers cut the earth

Turn the soil to mud and clay

I learned to grow

 

I learned to walk

Reaching out a prairie mile and looking up

Stepping one foot then the other on the flatlands of my home

I learned to walk

 

I learned to look

To the earth the sky the spaces in between

To see the coming colours of the grass that’s not yet green

I learned to look

           

(Chorus)

Like aurora in the meadow we are tall

Beneath a thousand points of light I counted them all

Amidst the stir and wonder you found my hand to hold

And I found in your woolen coat a comfort from the cold

 

Onward to the mountains the mountains high

Where the land is brave and rough and lives in the sky

Where the one I love with their heart resides

Onward to the mountains

 

We raised our children in the valley

The rivers there run rich with polished stones

Between the river and the garden where your hands had built our home

We raised our children

           

            (Chorus)

 

I learned to mourn

The losses of my life laid on the earth

Buried in the prairie soil that grass may grow anew

I learned to mourn

 

Like aurora in the meadow

 

EVERYDAY

Sometimes, what started out as a song with lots of words, written oceanside on Vancouver Island, changes. Sometimes it sheds its words, and metamorphoses into an instrumental trio number, bowed with daring abandon.

 

FOR HILDEGARD (CANON IN B PHRYGIAN)

Naturally, I have a favourite 11th century nun. Hildegard von Bingen was a visionary, writer, scholar, herbalist, and composer. Deeply spiritual from a young age, she lived much of her childhood in a monastery in Germany, which she later grew up to lead.

This song is a medieval canon - a melody that interlocks with itself in layers. It is written in Hildegard’s favourite scale, the phrygian mode, and it borrows from her style, incorporating upward leaps to the highest notes, symbolizing the reach for spiritual growth. She’s so cool. The lyrics are loosely based on her life of spiritual calling.

 

I with my head held tall

Clothed in my mother’s shawl

Called to the towers high

In the season of goodbye

 

In the season of the sun

I with my heart of one

Call to the angels high

Bless this lover with the sky

 

When the snowfall yields to rain

When the rivers flow again

I with my Maker stand

Behold the turning of the land

 

Listen to the in between

Where the here and there convene

Call to the heavens wide

Sing them to the earthen side

 

When the cold wind touches the shore

It will have been a year or more

Called to the towers high

In the season of goodbye

 

LA PLAINE

Au Manitoba, nous habitons la plaine, sur cette terre exposée, vulnérable, là où il n’y a rien entre nous et toute la création. The prairie is a vulnerable place, where there is nothing between you and all of creation. Voici La plaine.

 

Nowhere to hide there is nothing between me and the stars

No one to lie to there is nothing between me and my pride

Prends ton courage en main et laisse-toi emporter

Écoute le refrain du vent d’été



La pluie séduit le grain de blé enterré

Inspire la repousse de mon âme brisée

I hear the summer wind call out my name

Where the endless sky echoes the plain



Et quand je m’oublie je me laisse emporter

Le vent me pousse dans le dos

Et mon cœur sans abri soudainement débridé

S’éveille de son repos



Et quand je m’oublie je me laisse emporter

Le vent me pousse dans le dos

Et mon cœur sans abri soudainement débridé

S’éveille de son repos
 

 

BROKEN PLATE

We are whole, even when we are broken.

 

You treat me like a broken plate

That can’t be glued together

A pitied sharp array of parts that have no place together

And I wanted you

 

I could see that I was hurting you

With every door I closed

With every stone I laid

With every pathway that I made

I had to make it mine

 

My heart is not your harvest

Not yours to reap and sow

Not even if you’re taking what you think I owe

I owe you nothing

 

Don’t you do that when you look at me

Like there’s nothing where my heart should be

Like I’m better off as you and me

Like there’s nothing good that I could be

I’m gonna pull it off

 

And you are the one who can’t sit still

Who twists his words who bends his will

You are the one who can’t give up

Even when you’ve given up enough

 

You treat me like a broken plate

That can’t be glued together

A pitied sharp array of parts

That have no place together

 

BURY MY HEART

The tide. Wow. The in and out breathing of the ocean, the pulsing heart of the earth, the dance of the moon and the sea. What a place to bury my heart. Written on that red earth island on the east coast.

 

Bury my heart

Bury my body

Bury my heart in the sea

 

Where the air won’t travel

Earth turns to gravel

Bury my heart

In the sea

 

Blood of the ocean

A pulse in slow motion

Bury my heart in the sea

 

Breath of the mother

Love of the other

Bury my heart in the sea

 

Call it in

Call it out

Call it in

I don’t know what they told you but it wasn’t true

Bury my heart

 

The shallow water

And the tide that brought her

Bury my heart in the sea

 

Carry together

The now and forever

Bury my heart in the sea

 

Bury my heart

Bury my body

Bury my heart in the sea