Rising - by Vera Alcorn, Shawn Orpinela, Tasha Harmon and David Chris
Woven words of silk and glass, promises and longings, holding hearts and voices fast, parted by the waters. I walk this place by scent and sound, dark or light, lost and found, worn to grooves by eye and mouth, now’s the time to fly.
I am rising, rising with the tide, on the water I will ride. I am rising.
Orange bleeding sky and hill, reflected in the water Darkness bringing what it will – I won’t be here for dawn. Decking shifts beneath my feet, gravity uncertain. When this journey ends, I don’t know what I’ll be.
I am leaving, leaving with the tide, on the water I will ride. I am leaving.
Green-grey ocean, wide sky breaking through Green-grey ocean, all is old, all is new.
Woven words of silk and glass, promises and longings, holding hearts and voices… Wind and water reach for sky, only clouds to shadow. Sails that hum a lullaby, steering for a song.
I am sailing, sailing with the tide, on the water I will ride. I am sailing.
I am rising, rising with the tide, on the water I will ride. I am rising. I am rising. I am rising.
Don't Carry It All - by Colin Meloy
Here we come to a turning of the season, Witness to the arc toward the sun. A neighbor’s blessed burden within reason becomes a burden borne of all and one. (And nobody, nobody knows)
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders. Don't carry it all, don't carry it all. We are all our hands and holders, beneath this bold and brilliant sun. And this I swear to all.
A monument to build beneath the arbors upon a plinth that towers t’ward the trees. Let every vessel pitching hard to starboard lay its head on summer's freckled knees. (And nobody, nobody knows)
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders. Don't carry it all, don't carry it all. We are all our hands and holders, beneath this bold and brilliant sun. And this I swear to all.
There a wreath of trillium and ivy laid upon the body of a boy. Lazy will the loam come from its hiding, return this quiet searcher to the soil.
So raise the glass to turnings of the season, watch it as it arcs toward the sun. And you must bear your neighbor’s burden within reason, And your labors will be born when all is done. (And nobody, nobody knows)
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders. Don't carry it all, don't carry it all. We are all our hands and holders, beneath this bold and brilliant sun. This I swear to all, this I swear to all.
Anna Tennis; photo by Sacha Müller
Ferry Me Over - By Timothy Hull
Ferry me over, ferry me away. Ferry me over to the break of day. And when the dewy twilight is settled around my head, Ferry me over and safely off to bed.
Ferry me over oh ferryman. Light the lamp at dark’s end and offer me your hand. I’ll pull the line hard across that dark and moving stream. Ferry me over and point me into dream.
Ferry me over.
Oh the stars they are so clear, I can taste the frosty air; ferry me over and show me what is there. The forest is alive tonight, I can feel it all around, ferry me over to the other side of now.
Ferry me over.
Ferry me over, ferry me away. Ferry me over to the break of day. And when the dewy twilight is settled around my head, Ferry me over and safely off to bed. Ferry me over. I can see the light, I can see...
Flower of Magherally - Traditional
One pleasant summer's morning when the birds were all a singin’o, nature was adorning and the flowers were all a springin’o. I met my girl near Banbridge Town, my charming blue-eyed Sally’o; She's the queen of the County Down, and the flower of Magherally’o.
With admiration I did gaze all on this fair-eyed maiden’o. Adam was not half so pleased when he saw Eve in Eden’o. Her smile is like the sunbeams bright that shine on yonder valley’o. She's my queen and my heart's delight, my flower of Magherally’o
I hope the day will surely come when we'll join hands together’o. I will wed the girl I love let there be stormy weather’o. And let them all say what they will and let them storm or rally’o, for I will wed the girl I love, my flower of Magherally’o.
And let them all say what they will and let them storm or rally’o, for I will wed the girl I love, my flower of Magherally’o.
Tom George recording Mouth Music. Photo by Sacha Müller
Mouth Music - Traditional
Ho ro harra dalla ho ro harra dalla Ho ro harra dalla hine de handan Ho ro harra dalla ho ro harra dalla Ho ro harra dalla hine de handan
Dance to your shadow when it’s good to be living lad, dance to your shadow when there’s nothing better near ye. Dance to your shadow when it’s good to be living lad, dance to your shadow when there’s nothing better near ye.
Ho ro harra dalla ho ro harra dalla Ho ro harra dalla hine de handan Ho ro harra dalla ho ro harra dalla Ho ro harra dalla hine de handan
Hen hen, harra dalla hen hen, harra dalla Hen hen, harra dalla hen, harra dalla ro Hen hen, harra dalla hen hen, harra dalla Hen hen, harra dalla hen, harra dalla ro
There are tunes in the river otter pools in the river water, pools in the river and the river calls him. There are tunes in the river, otter pools in the river water pools in the river and the river calls him
Hen hen, harra dalla hen hen, harra dalla Hen hen, harra dalla hen, harra dalla ro
There are tunes in the river otter pools in the river water, pools in the river and the river calls him. There are tunes in the river, otter pools in the river water, pools in the river and the river calls him.
Hen hen, harra dalla hen hen, harra dalla Hen hen, harra dalla hen, harra dalla ro
Ho ro harra dalla ho ro harra dalla Ho ro harra dalla hine de handan Ho ro harra dalla ho ro harra dalla Ho ro harra dalla hine de handan
Dance to your shadow when it’s good to be living lad, dance to your shadow when there’s nothing better near ye. Dance to your shadow when it’s good to be living lad, dance to your shadow when there’s nothing better near ye.
Ho ro harra dalla ho ro harra dalla Ho ro harra dalla hine de handan Ho ro harra dalla ho ro harra dalla Ho ro harra dalla hine de handan Ho ro harra dalla ho ro harra dalla Ho ro harra dalla hine de handan Ho ro harra dalla ho ro harra dalla Ho ro harra dalla hine de handan
All For You - by Dick Connette
It was a dark and stormy night, and then it was a rainy day, and then the sky was cloudy, and the clouds all blew away. And then the sun was shining, burning off the morning dew, It’s here and now and then, it’s gone again, it’s all for you.
I won’t make false promises, to do more than I can. I only know that I’ll be here no longer than I am, So when I promise you the world, you can believe it’s true. It’s here and now and then, it’s gone again, it’s all for you. So rock-a-bye my baby, close your eyes and peek-a-boo It’s all for you.
You can try to hold on, but you’ve got to let go It’s part of a plan that nobody knows. Written in sand and sealed with a kiss And it’s gone like your fist when you open your hand. So rock-a-bye my baby, close your eyes and peek-a-boo It’s all for you.
They’ll be days when your little world will seem to fall apart But you know it’s always darkest when it stops getting dark That’s life, and what we live for is what we have to lose It’s here and now and then, it’s gone again, it’s all for you. So rock-a-bye my baby, close your eyes and peek-a-boo It’s all for you.
So when I promise you the world, you can believe it’s true. It’s here and now and then, it’s gone again, it’s all for you. So rock-a-bye my baby, close your eyes and peek-a-boo It’s all for you.
It was a dark and stormy night, and then it was a rainy day, and then the sky was cloudy, and the clouds all blew away.
Music Credits
Every band member contributes their unique style and creative input to the songs. Often some of the best ideas are born interactively in rehearsal, where the creative juices start flowing, and everyone is contributing their input. So the following credits only highlight the principal writers of a piece. You can assume that almost everyone in the band had a hand in it at some point!
Rising -Music by Vera Alcorn, Shawn Orpinela, Tasha Harmon and David Chris. Lyrics by Tasha Harmon and Shawn Orpinela. Arranged by Shawn Orpinela, Vera Alcorn, Tasha Harmon, and Anna Tennis.
The Dusty Crow/Francie and the Birds - The Dusty Crow written by Shawn Orpinela, Francie and the Birds written by Rachel Bowen, arranged by Kendálin.
Polska på övervåningen (Polksa Upstairs) - written by Olov Johansson, arranged by David Chris.
Don’t Carry It All - written by Colin Meloy, arranged by Shawn Orpinela and Tasha Harmon.
Ferry Me Over - written by Timothy Hull, arranged by Shawn Orpinela, Anna Tennis, and Elizabeth Nicholson.
Flower of Magherally - Traditional, arranged by Shawn Orpinela.
Swinging the Lamp (aka “Seven” aka “The Uneven Unreel”) - written by Shawn Orpinela and Jeffrey Kolwitz, arranged by Shawn Orpinela.
Border Crossing/Tolka Polka - Border Crossing written by Bryan Owens, Tolka Polka written by Donal Lunny, arranged by Bryan Owens, and David Chris.
Mouth Music - traditional, arranged by and Shawn Orpinela.
All For You - written by Dick Connette, arranged by Kendálin.
Sourgrass and Granite - written by Brian Pickell, arranged by Rachel Bowen, and Shawn Orpinela, with a harmony fiddle part in the third pass created by Pierre Schryer.
Vera Alcorn; photo by Sacha Müller.
Anna Tennis; photo by Sacha Müller
Tom George recording Mouth Music. Photo by Sacha Müller
