The Place where East meets West. Heart Work by Cynthia Bekier.
Istanbul… music by Lorena McKennit.
See there, past that far-off hill
A tower held in the sky
Hear there, in that dark blue night
The music calling us home
See there, in that far-off field
Flowers turned to the sky
Feel there, in that dark blue night
The music calling us home
Stars may always guide our way,
From desert sands where winds blow harsh and long
But here’s where our hearts will pray
And all our loves will slumber with a song
Stars may always guide our way,
From desert sands where the winds blow harsh and long
But here’s where our hearts will pray
And all our loves will slumber with a song
So now, if our hearts be true
And like a pool of truth reflect the sun
We will find right honour there
And keep us safe and lead us from all harm
Then come love, let us dance all night
Until birds they waken at the dawn
Then come love, let us sing all night
And all our loves will slumber with a song
Then come love, let us dance all night
Until birds they waken at the dawn
Then come love, let us sing all night
And all our loves will slumber with a song.
Tags: Gates of Istanbul, Istanbul, Middle East
March 13, 2011 at 3:01 am |
Love this! I do hope we can he some of this kind of music live. 🙂
March 13, 2011 at 3:05 am |
That should read hear, he hee hee. I’m going off of my smart phone. Kind of hard for blondes 😉 It just took me 5 minutes to type and send this.
March 13, 2011 at 3:11 am |
In salt lake city… getting ready to fly out tomorrow. Excited even with a nineteen hour flight ahead. Planning on strolling the aisles of the plane quite frequently. I have a hard time sitting for long periods. Are blondes doing exercises in the aisles accepted? 😉