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This is a redo of a song I did about this time last year. It's kind of my idea of a mid-winter celebration. A roaring fire, food, drink, dancing, festivities, and the inevitable fertility activities that usually follow a long night of food, drink and dance. :)
While I sang all the parts (over and over and aover and over...), I am perfectly willing to throw this open to anyone else who might want to contribute to it vocally, instrumentally or otherwise. Just e-mail me or let me know in the comments and I'll get in touch with you. (Or if you've got an idea for an interesting alternative, by all means feel free. Just let me know.)
While I sang all the parts (over and over and aover and over...), I am perfectly willing to throw this open to anyone else who might want to contribute to it vocally, instrumentally or otherwise. Just e-mail me or let me know in the comments and I'll get in touch with you. (Or if you've got an idea for an interesting alternative, by all means feel free. Just let me know.)
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Lyrics
Away into the snowy woods the men and boys have gone
to find the forest bounty and return to hearth and home
When they return we’ll light the fires and sing the songs of old
we’ll feast until the light of day and tell the tales of yore
Pretty Polly dance with me until the light of day
Then lay your weary head to rest upon a bed of hay
I promise you when springtime comes I’ll spin this hay to gold
But now it’s time to dance and sing as this cold night grows old
The old man fades as the fires grow dim, the new year’s yet to come
Winter’s chill falls across the land touching every hill and farm
Tomorrow brings a new day’s toils on freshly fallen snow
But for tonight we laugh and sing to chase away the woe
Pretty Mary dance with me until the light of day
Then lay your weary head to rest upon a bed of hay
I promise you when springtime comes I’ll spin this hay to gold
But now it’s time to dance and sing as this cold night grows old
The fire burns bright, the children sing, the ale begins to flow
We laugh and sing all warm inside while out the cold wind blows
Come old winter rest your feet by the craklin’ fire
As long as there is food and drink, the pretty girls don’t tire
Pretty Bonnie dance with me until the light of day
Then lay your weary head to rest upon a bed of hay
I promise you when springtime comes I’ll spin this hay to gold
But now it’s time to dance and sing as this cold night grows old
Away into the snowy woods the men and boys have gone
to find the forest bounty and return to hearth and home
When they return we’ll light the fires and sing the songs of old
we’ll feast until the light of day and tell the tales of yore
to find the forest bounty and return to hearth and home
When they return we’ll light the fires and sing the songs of old
we’ll feast until the light of day and tell the tales of yore
Pretty Polly dance with me until the light of day
Then lay your weary head to rest upon a bed of hay
I promise you when springtime comes I’ll spin this hay to gold
But now it’s time to dance and sing as this cold night grows old
The old man fades as the fires grow dim, the new year’s yet to come
Winter’s chill falls across the land touching every hill and farm
Tomorrow brings a new day’s toils on freshly fallen snow
But for tonight we laugh and sing to chase away the woe
Pretty Mary dance with me until the light of day
Then lay your weary head to rest upon a bed of hay
I promise you when springtime comes I’ll spin this hay to gold
But now it’s time to dance and sing as this cold night grows old
The fire burns bright, the children sing, the ale begins to flow
We laugh and sing all warm inside while out the cold wind blows
Come old winter rest your feet by the craklin’ fire
As long as there is food and drink, the pretty girls don’t tire
Pretty Bonnie dance with me until the light of day
Then lay your weary head to rest upon a bed of hay
I promise you when springtime comes I’ll spin this hay to gold
But now it’s time to dance and sing as this cold night grows old
Away into the snowy woods the men and boys have gone
to find the forest bounty and return to hearth and home
When they return we’ll light the fires and sing the songs of old
we’ll feast until the light of day and tell the tales of yore
aclarke
A Beach Boys sound to this, especially with the purity of the different
voices. I liked how the harmonies gradually built up and then scaled down
at the end. Not sure what the background (synth) sound was, but it sure
did seem to work well. Cool!