wherein The Deep Night Sky the Stars Lie In Its Embrace the Courtyard Still In Its Sleep and Peace Comes Over Your Face
'come To Me' It Sings 'hear The Pulse Of The Land the Ocean's Rhythms Pull to Hold Your Heart In Its Hand'
and When The Wind Draws Strong across The Cypress Trees the Nightbirds Cease Their Songs so Gathers Memories.
last Night You Spoke Of A Dream where Forests Stretched To The East and Each Bird Sang Its Song a Unicorn Joined In A Feast
and In A Corner Stood a Pomegranate Tree with Wild Flowers There no Mortal Eye Could See
yet Still Some Mystery Befalls sure As The Cock Crows At Morn the World In Stillness Keeps the Secret Of Babes To Be Born
i Heard An Old Voice Say 'don't Go Far From The Land the Seasons Have Their Way no Mortal Can Understand.'
The Photographs Which Appear In This Booklet Were Taken At A 16th Century Hunting Lodge In Portugal, Where Elisabeth Feryn And I Stayed For A Week. Within The Lodge Was A Courtyard, Marked At Each Corner By Orange Trees. The Feel Of The Place Reminded Me Of The Unicorn Tapestries Which Hang In The Cloisters In New York City. The Tapestries And The Lodge Are Both Rich With Earthy, Pre-Christian Iconography - Depicting The Mysterious Life And Death Cycle Of The Seasons. It Was In This Courtyard That This Piece Was Conceived. - L.m.
l.m. Vocals, Harp, Keyboards, Ukalin brian Hughes Electric Guitar anne Bourne Cello tom Hazlett Bass