I imagine myself and my little family, a husband,son and daughter, in a field living in a little caravan in a time that i don’t even know. All i know that its not in this life, but in a world that is only in our dreams. We have our own field, our own river and my husband hunts to feed us. We play in the water every day, we run through the fields freely. Our days are filled with laughter and love. By night we have a fire outside our caravan, which is made from wood. We dance laugh and sing by fire light, embers burning around our feet. We feel nothing but love , joy and gratitude and peace. The air around us is pure. The fire burns, our children are peacefully asleep in our little wooden caravan of love. The night fades and the beautiful orange of the morning sky appears, we blow out that last slow fading ashes and we kiss and lock hands. We return to our caravan of love and lay down next to the softly sleeping , slow breathing fruits of our loins. We say farewell to the night, and hello to the fast approaching morning.. We hope for another day in our beautiful haven..our forest of love 💜
Scarborough Fair / Canticle / Lyrics Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (in the deep forest green) Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground) Without no seams nor needle work (Bedclothes the child of the mountain) Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call) Tell her to find me an acre of land (A sprinkling of leaves) Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears) Between the salt water and the sea strands (And polishes a gun) Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it with a sickle of
Bonita cancion medieval de autor desconocido, que habla sobre un tipo que anela el amor de la mujer que ama. Pide al oyente que vaya a verla y que le pida varías cosas. Mas alla de la belleza de esta versión, lo poetico es que la amada del tipo seguramente se parecería a Celia y tendría una edad parecida cuando la cantó. Espero que el compositor al final consiguiera a la chica.
Such a beautiful pure angelic voice. Thank you, Celia. Please remain true to your soul and not be swayed by pop influences. Your voice is pure consciousness. ❤
Love her voice. She is now doing pop music as Vera Blu. She went for the industry and what sells. But labels brush off true beauty like her authentic voice in this song.
Wie schön die Welt doch ist und ein so schön gesungenes Lied macht mir Sehnsucht auf eine Welt ohne Leid und Krieg denn Musik spricht alle Sprachen und berührt unsere Herzen und unsere Seelen
I, personally, like AWOL's version better. This is mostly because there is something about when music doesn't go hella loud, (VERY common with heavy metal) I find it somewhat calming, even if it's about something NOT so calming. For short, I prefer music lighter, not too heavy. (I do like metal, dont get me wrong. Just not a big fan of HEAVY metal)
Your voice brings back memories of a land and its people that has passed in the mists of time, with memories of love bound from the heart and bound to the earth that is now forgotten. Are you going to Scarborough Fair: Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine. This very old song is about a young man instructing the listener to tell his former love to perform for him a series of impossible tasks. He will take her back only if she does those impossible tasks, so that means never. Verse 1 Tell her to make me a cambric shirt: Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; Without no seams nor needle work, Then she’ll be a true love of mine. The first impossible task is to make a cambric shirt with no seams or needlework. Cambric or batiste is a fine lightweight cotton fabric that was used for linens, shirts, handkerchiefs, ruffs, lace, and needlework. The fabric is tightly woven and when completed, it has a slightly glossy finish. This material wasn’t actually available until the 1500s and was produced at Cambrai. This is a French commune in the North of France, part of the metropolitan area of Lille In the Middle Ages the city became rich thanks to its weaving industry which produced woollen cloth, linen, and cambric. Modern cambric is made from choice American or Egyptian cotton Verse 2 Tell her to find me an acre of land: Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; Between the salt water and the sea strands, Then she’ll be a true love of mine. She is also to find an acre of land between the ocean and the high and low tide water marks called the sea strand of the shore. Impossible to find. Verse 3a Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather: Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme; And gather it all in a bunch of heather, Then she’ll be a true love of mine. After finding the land, she is to reap it using a useless sickle of leather and harvest it all in a bunch of heather. Leather is flexible and heather is too small and short to be used for tying a bunch
