http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-scwW3EM1E
I cannot for the life of me figure out how to put a You Tube Video on my blog. All I get is error messages. ::grumble::
If I was a song, that is what I would sound like. I listened to Clannad when I was younger, back home, and found them again here in America, making music for "Robin of Sherwood". It was like a song from home, even though I'm not from Ireland.
I've always liked the Robin Hood legend, any fairy tale at all, really. This one I liked especially because the Lady Marian was a spunky sort and could shoot a bow and wield a staff if she had to. A fair but independent maiden!
I cannot for the life of me figure out how to put a You Tube Video on my blog. All I get is error messages. ::grumble::
If I was a song, that is what I would sound like. I listened to Clannad when I was younger, back home, and found them again here in America, making music for "Robin of Sherwood". It was like a song from home, even though I'm not from Ireland.
I've always liked the Robin Hood legend, any fairy tale at all, really. This one I liked especially because the Lady Marian was a spunky sort and could shoot a bow and wield a staff if she had to. A fair but independent maiden!
Once, a hair weapon was made for me, because it was thought that I was such a woman. I still have it. I can't wear it in my hair anymore because it is no longer long enough. I ought to find a way to keep it with me. The top is Herne, the Hunter, who was Robin's guiding spirit. One of the old Gods, of the old ways.
The song is sweet and haunting, with an underlaying sadness and great destiny in it's heart. Now maybe to someone else, it may sound like just so much harp string plucking, but to me... it sounds like a song in my heart. I listen to it, and all this memory comes to my thoughts, you know, the kind that is more image than word.
The song is sweet and haunting, with an underlaying sadness and great destiny in it's heart. Now maybe to someone else, it may sound like just so much harp string plucking, but to me... it sounds like a song in my heart. I listen to it, and all this memory comes to my thoughts, you know, the kind that is more image than word.
Do you ever feel you have been born into the wrong time?
