Loreena McKennitt

Artist rating: 83.21 % (ranking: 17)
Highest rating: 83.21 % (2010)
Most recent trend: 68.07 % (2010)
Highest trend: 86.84 % (1994)

Albums
Songs (A-Ö)

Statistics

Data

Born: 1957-02-17

Age: 61
 

External link

Official site
1997
76.82 %
2006
66.31 %
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
2010
67.00 %

A Midwinter Night's Dream

Loreena McKennitt - A Midwinter Night's Dream
70.73 %
(2011-12-31)
Release date: 2008-10-28
Type: studio
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Average song length: 04:11
Average song rating:

Ranking

Loreena McKennitt:
6
/
9
Year (2008):
8
/
27
Decade (2000's):
78
/
298
Overall:
612
/
2218

Tracks

1
lyrics
04:50
2
instr
03:06
3
lyrics
04:34
4
lyrics
05:12
5
lyrics
03:17
6
lyrics
02:19
7
lyrics
07:20
8
lyrics
05:06
9
instr
03:30
10
lyrics
04:55
11
lyrics
02:39
12
lyrics
04:56
13
instr
02:44
 
Total time:
 
00:54:28

Lyrics

The Holly and the Ivy
04:50
The holly and the ivy
When they are full grown
Of all the trees in the wood
The holly bears the crown

The rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir

The holly wears a blossom
As white as any flower
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To be our Saviour

The rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir

The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To do sinners good

The rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir

The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
On Christmas Day in the morn

The rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir

The holly bears a bark
As bitter as any gall
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
To redeem us all

The rising of the sun
The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir

The holly and the ivy
When they are full grown
Of all the trees in the wood
The holly bears the crown

The rising of the sun,
The running of the deer
The playing of the organ
Sweet singing in the choir
Un Flambeau, Jeannette, Isabelle
03:06
instrumental
The Seven Rejoices of Mary
04:34
The first good joy that Mary had
It was the joy of one
The first rejoice that Mary had
Was to see her new born son

To see her new born son good man
And blessed may he be
Sing Father, Son and Holy Ghost
To all eternity
The next good joy that Mary had
It was the joy of two
To see her son Jesus
Make the lame to go

The next rejoice that Mary had
It was the joy of three
To see her own son Jesus
To make the blind to see

To make the blind to see good man
And blessed may he be
Sing Father, Son and Holy Ghost
To all eternity

The next good joy our lady had
It was the joy of four
It was the rejoice of her dear son
When he read the bible o'er

The next good joy that Mary had
It was the joy of five
To see her own son Jesus
To make the dead alive

To make the dead alive good man
And blessed may he be
Sing Father, Son and Holy Ghost
To all eternity

The next rejoice our lady had
It was the rejoice of six
To see her own son Jesus
To bear the crucifix

The next good joy that Mary had
It was the joy of seven
To see her own son Jesus
To wear the crown of heaven

To wear the crown of heaven good man
And blessed may he be
Sing Father, Son and Holy Ghost
To all eternity

And glory may he be
And blessed now be she
And those who sing the seven long verses
In honour of our lady
Noël Nouvelet!
05:12
Noël nouvelet! Noël chantons icy;
Dévotes gens‚ rendons à Dieu merci;
Chantons Noël pour le Roi nouvelet;
Noël nouvelet! Noël chantons icy!

En Bethléem‚ Marie et Joseph vy‚
L'asne et le boeuf‚ l'Enfant couché parmy;
La crèche était au lieu d'un bercelet.
Noël nouvelet! Noël chantons icy!

L'estoile vint qui le jour esclaircy‚
Et la vy bien d'où j'etois départy
En Bethléem les trois roys conduisaient.
Noël nouvelet! Noël chantons icy!

L'un portrait l'or‚ et l'autre myrrhe aussi‚
Et l'autre encens‚ que faisait bon senty:
Le paradis semblait le jardinet.

Noël nouvelet! Noël chantons icy!
Noël nouvelet! Noël chantons icy!

En douze jours fut Noël accomply;
Par cinq vers sera mon chant finy‚
Par chaque jour j'en ai fait un couplet.
Noël nouvelet! Noël chantons icy!
Good King Wenceslas
03:17
Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay 'round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine-logs hither
Thou and I shall see him dine
When we bear them thither."
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather.

"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winter's rage
Freeze the blood less coldly."

In his master's step he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, rejoice
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye, who now shall bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing
Coventry Carol
02:19
Lullay lallu, thou little tiny child
By by, lullay, lullay

O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling
For whom we sing
By by, lullay lullay

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child
By by, lully lullay

Herod, the king
In his raging
Chargeth he doth this day
His men of might
In his own right,
All young children to slay

Lully, thou little tiny child
La la, lullay lully

That woe is me
Poor child for thee
And every morn and day
For thy parting
Neither say nor sing
By by, lully lullay

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child
By by, lully lullay
God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen (Abdelli version)
07:20
God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Saviour
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan's powers
When we were gone astray

O tidings of comfort and joy
comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not," then said the angel
"Let nothing you affright
This day is born a saviour
Of a pure virgin bright
To free all those who trust in him
From Satan's pow'rs and might"

The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind
And went to Bethlehem straightaway
This blessed babe to find

But when to Bethlehem they came
Whereat this infant lay
They found him in a manger
Where oxen feed on hay
His mother Mary kneeling
Unto the Lord did pray

Now to the Lord sing praises
All you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace
The holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface
Snow
05:06
White are the far-off fields, and white
The fading forests grow
The wind dies out along the heights
And denser still the snow
A gathering weight on roof and tree
Falls down scarce audibly

The meadows and far-sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow-fall hoods me around
In wood and water, earth and air
Silence is everywhere

Save when at lonely spells
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on
With rustling runners and sharp bells
Swings by me and is gone
From the empty space I hear
A sound remote and clear
The barking of a dog
To cattle, is sharply pealed
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield
Then all is silent and the snow falls
Settling soft and slow

The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer round the sky
The world seems so shrouded
so far away
Its noises sleep, and I as secret as
Yon buried stream plod dumbly on
and dream

I dream
Breton Carol
03:30
instrumental
Seeds of Love
04:55
I sowed the seeds of love
I sowed them in the spring
I gathered them up in the morning so soon
When the small birds so sweetly sing
When the small birds so sweetly sing

The gardener was standing by
I asked him to choose for me
He chose for me the violet, the lily and the pink
But those I refused all three
But those I refused all three

The violet I did not like
Because it bloomed so soon
The lily and the pink I really over-think
So I thought I would wait till June
So I thought I would wait till June

In June there was a red rose bud
That is the flower for me
I often times have plucked that red rose bud
Till I gained the willow tree
Till I gained the willow tree

The willow tree will twist
The willow tree will twine
I oftentimes I\'ve wished I was in the young man's arms
Who once had the heart of mine
Who once had the heart of mine

I sowed the seeds of love
I sowed them in the spring
I gathered them up in the morning so soon
When the small birds so sweetly sing
When the small birds so sweetly sing
Gloucestershire Wassail
02:39
Wassail! Wassail all over the town!
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing-bowl, we\'ll drink to thee!

So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek!
Pray God send out master a good piece of beef,
And a good piece of beef that we all may see;
With the wassailing-bowl we\'ll drink to thee!

And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye!
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie,
And a good Christmas pie that we may all see;
With our wassailing-bowl, we\'ll drink to thee!

So here is to Broad May and to her broad horn!
May God send our master a good crop of corn,
And a good crop of corn that we may all see;
With the wassailing-bowl we\'ll drink to thee!

And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear!
Pray God send our master a happy new year,
And a happy new year as e\'er he did see;
With our wassailing-bowl we\'ll drink to thee!

And here is to Colly and to her long tail!
Pray God send our master he never may fail
A bowl of strong beer, I pray you draw near,
And our jolly wassail it\'s then you shall hear.

Then here\'s to the maid in the lily-white smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock;
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin,
For to let these jolly wassailers in.

Wassail! Wassail all over the town!
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing-bowl, we\'ll drink to thee!

Drink to thee, drink to thee,
With the wassailing-bowl we\'ll drink to thee.
Emmanuel
04:56
Veni, veni, Emanuel:
Captivum solve Israel,
Qui gemit in exilio,
Privatus Dei Filio

Gaude! Gaude! Emanuel
Nascetur pro te, Israel.

Veni veni, O Oriens;
Solare nos adveniens;
Noctis depelle nebulas,
Dirasque noctis tenebras.
Gaude! Gaude! Emanuel
Nascetur pro te, Israel.

Veni, Clavis Davidica;
Regna reclude celica;
Fac iter tutum superum,
Et claude vias inferum.

Gaude! Gaude! Emanuel
Nascetur pro te, Israel.

Veni, veni, Adonai,
Qui populo in Sina
Legem dedisiti vertice
In maiestate glorie.

Gaude! Gaude! Emanuel
Nascetur pro te, Israel.
In the Bleak Midwinter
02:44
instrumental
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