Below are the lyrics for my 'The Forest Dark' album in album order. To find out more about a particular song just click on the 'song notes' links under the song titles

 

One Night As I Lay On My Bed

song notes

 

One night as I lay on my bed

I dreamed about a pretty maid

being so distressed I could take no rest

love did torment me so

so away to my true loveís I did go

 

And when I came to my loveís window

I boldly called her by her name

saying it was for your sake

Iíve come here so late

through this bitter frost and snow

so open the window my love do

 

My mum and dad they are both asleep

and they are for to hear us speak

thereíll be no excuse then but sore abuse

so away from my window

my love do

 

Your mum and dad they are both asleep

and they are sure not to hear us speak

theyíre sleeping sound on their bed of down

they draw their breath so low

so open the window my love do

 

My love arose and she opened the door

and just like an angel she stood on the floor

her eyes shone bright like the stars at night

no diamonds could shine so

so in with my true love I did go

 

Traditional English

 

Here I Am

song notes

 

Here I am beneath your sky

Here I am bequeathed your stale sigh

Here I am veiled in refrain

Here I am dragging chains

 

You donít know me very well

You donít know me well enough to tell

You donít know me from my shell

You donít know me well

 

High above your autumn sky

High above leaves in golden flight

Spinning seasons and changing light

Dreams wave goodbye

 

Donít abide your precious mood

Donít deny the lure of moon

Donít mind me if I donít mind

Donít mind me if I mind

 

Here I greet the coming night

The rising moon and fading light

While others sleep now I wake

If they dream I cannot say

 

Here I am beneath your sky

Here I am bequeathed your stale sigh

Here I am veiled in refrain

Here I am dragging chains

 

© Michael Azzopardi

 

Lough Erne Shore

song notes

 

One morning as I went a-fowling
Bright Phoebus adorning the plain
it was down by the shades of Lough Erne

I met with this wonderful maid

 

Her voice was so sweet and so pleasing

These beautiful notes she did sing

And the innocent fowl of the forest
Their love unto her they did bring

 

Well it being the first time I met her
my heart it did leap with surprise

And I thought that she could be no mortal

but an angel that fell from the skies

 

Her hair it resembled gold tresses
Her skin was as white as the snow
And her lips were as red as the roses
That bloom along Lough Erne shore

 

When I heard that my love was eloping
These words unto her I did say

Oh take me to your habitation

for cupid has led me astray

 

forever Iíll keep the commandments

They say that it is the best plan

Fair maids who do yield to men's pleasures

the scriptures do say they are wrong

 

Oh Mary donít accuse me of weakness

All treachery I do disown

I will make you a lady of splendour

if with me this night you come home

 

Had I the lamp of great Alladin

his rings and his genie whatís more

I would part with them all for to win you

and live around Lough Erne shore

 

Traditional Irish

 

In Our Disease

song notes

 

Dangling from a branch of your family tree

hiding behind the leaves of envious green

never content with your forefatherís lot

thereíll be a space for you in your family plot

 

Proud to be bottled and branded with a name

that somehow announces from where you came

with a selective memory and a very short fuse

you wave your flag and you hurl your abuse

 

Heir to a throne in a kingdom of naught

with a prejudice you can no longer afford

for your neighbours donít talk or dress like you

now they are many when once they were few

 

What does it matter what we believe

when weíre all in our disease

 

You say my grandfather fought to save this land

Iím proud of what he was and who I am

but you hunt and you fish for fun litter and waste

you have no respect for the land that he saved

 

I can understand where youíre coming from

but that doesnít mean I donít think you are wrong

wrong to hate people for the way that they look

the way that they live or the job that they took

 

If we were all like you how would the world be

fussing and fighting in our ignorance and greed

but what am I saying thatís how the world seems

I must be you and you must be me in our disease

 

What does it matter what we believe

when weíre all in our disease

 

© Michael Azzopardi

 

John Barleycorn

song notes

 

There were three men came out of the West
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die

They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a very long time
ĎTill the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all

They've let him stand Ďtill midsummer's day
ĎTill he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man

They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most barbarously

They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart

They've wheeled him around and around the field
ĎTill they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn

They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And he's brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last

The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn

 

Traditional English

 

God Rest Ye

song notes

 

Bathed in our indifference

drowned in christmastide

with no greater sin to repent

than love that is denied

no courtesy no kindly wish

just me myself and I

in tidings of comfort and joy

comfort and joy

tidings of comfort and joy

 

Begging homeless people

all in the streets are lain

Ďneath the false hope of charity

for a pocket full of change

lost within the seasonís greed

mindful of our gain

in tidings of comfort and joy

comfort and joy

tidings of comfort and joy

 

Waiting for a saviour

to fall down from the sky

whilst wars keep a raging

and thereís hunger still to find

whist a child plays on christmas morn

another elsewhere dies

some tidings of comfort and joy

comfort and joy

some tidings of comfort and joy

 

Your money will it save you?

your ignorance bring you peace?

and of all the gifts they gave to you

which one would you keep?

the pride the joy the brand new toy

or a sense of family?

some tidings of comfort and joy

comfort and joy

some tidings of comfort and joy

 

Go ask your god a favour

and wait for its reply

that the gift that they gave to you

is not your size nor type

donít look a gift horse in the mouth

or it might just take your eye

in tidings of comfort and joy

comfort and joy

in tidings of comfort and joy

 

God rest ye merry gentlemen

in the laurels of the day

as for christ the lord our saviour

what do you think heíd say

I donít know much of satanís power

but weíve been led astray

in tidings of comfort and joy

comfort and joy

in tidings of comfort and joy

 

© Michael Azzopard

adapted Traditional English

 

Beneath a Silvery Moon

song notes

 

Tonight the light of a silvery moon

danced upon the sea

crickets chorused a dulcet tune

a fleeting harmony

 

Tonight letís let the moon decide

the crashing of the waves

the pull of moon on time and tide

come carry us away

 

Far beyond this glistening sea

into the starry sky

carried on a gentle breeze

adrift upon a sigh

 

Hear how the wind conspires

to blow your dreams away

now the world has retired

you are still awake

 

chase the moon across the sky

until daylight breaks

catch a star within your eyes

as the world awakes

 

© Michael Azzopardi