Live on Midwinter's Day

by The Silver Twiglets

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1.
03:17
Welcome Yule, old heaven's king. Welcome Yule, born this morning, Welcome Yule, man full smiling Welcome, Welcome Yule Chorus: Welcome Yule, thou merry man, Welcome Yule, spend here thy span. Welcome Yule, thou merry man, Welcome, Welcome Yule Welcome Yule, red robéd one, Welcome Yule, come from the sun, Welcome Yule, our heart's crimson, Welcome, Welcome Yule! Welcome Yule, good news bearer, Welcome Yule, of the New Year, Welcome Yule, twelve days you'll hear, Welcome, Welcome Yule! Chorus Welcome Yule, thy log's aflame, Welcome Yule, thy fire doth gain, Welcome Yule, warmth grows again, Welcome, Welcome Yule! Welcome Yule, enter this hall, Welcome Yule, centre of all, Welcome Yule, our first carol, Welcome, Welcome Yule! Chorus Welcome Yule, as ever was, Welcome Yule, as ever thus, Welcome Yule, as ever must, Welcome, Welcome Yule! Welcome Yule, come well in here, Welcome Yule, make us good cheer, Welcome Yule, once more thou'rt here, Welcome, Welcome Yule!
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Nowell sing we, both all and some, The sun unconqueréd is come. He's risen up in love and joy, Flames out his favour from the sky; His being brings us gaiety, Both all and some, both all and some. Out of the womb of deepest night, He's sprung with growing warmth and light, To cure disease and put us right, Both all and some, both all and some. The saving sun to us was sent, To bliss us brought, from blackness bent, Or else to death we down had went, Both all and some, both all and some. Oh, he will shine with love and light, In furrows fair his pennon strike, The earth is stirred with lust for life, Both all and some, both all and some. Praise to the sun for our comfort, He's guided us to join his sport, We'll hold our happiness in his sort, Both all and some, both all and some.
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All hail to the days that merit more praise than all of the rest of the year. And welcome the nights that double delights as well for the poor as the peer. Good fortune attend each merry man's friend that does but the best that he may, Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs To drive the cold winter away. Tis ill for a mind to anger inclined to think of small injuries now. If wrath be to seek, do not lend thy cheek nor let it inhabit thy brow. Cross out of thy books malevolent looks both beauty and youth's decay And wholly consort with mirth and with sport to drive the cold winter away. This time of the year is pent in good cheer and neighbours together do meet. To sit by the fire in friendly desire each other in love to greet. Old grudges forgot are put in the pot all sorrow aside they lay. The old and the young doth carol this song to drive the cold winter away. When solstice's tide comes in like a bride with holly and ivy clad Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer in every household is had. The country guise is then to devise some gambols of Yuletide play Whereat the young men do the best that they can to drive the cold winter away.
4.
Wassail, and wassail, all over the town! The cup it is white, and the ale it is brown; the cup it is made of the good ashen tree, and so is the malt of the best barley: Chorus: For it's your wassail, and it's our wassail! And its joy be to you and a jolly wassail! O master and miss's, are you all within? Pray open the door and let us come in: O master and miss's, a sitting by the fire, Pray think upon poor trav'llers, a trav'lling in the mire: O where is the maid with the silver-headed pin, To open the door and let us come in? O master and missus, it is our desire A good loaf and cheese, and a toast by the fire: There was an old man and he had an old cow, And how for to keep her he didn't know how, He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm, And a drop or two of cider will do us no harm. No harm boys/girls, harm: No harm boys/girls, harm and a drop or two of cider will do us no harm! The girt dog of Langport he bunt his long tail, And this is the night we go singing wassail; O master and missus, now we must be gone; So bless all in this house 'til we do come again:
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Green grow'th the holly So doth the ivy Though winter blasts blow ne'er so high Green grow'th the holly Gay are the flowers Hedgerows and ploughlands The days grow longer in the sun Soft fall the showers Full gold the harvest Grain for thy labour with god must work for daily bread Else, man, thou starvest Fast fall the shed leaves Russet and yellow but resting buds are snug and safe where swung the dead leaves Green grow'th the holly So doth the ivy The god of life can never die Hope! Saith the holly!
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The old year now away has fled the New Year it has enteréd Let us now our fears downtread And joyfully all appear - o Let's merry be this day and let us now both dance and play Kiss, love, cast cares away to welcome in the New Year The first day of the year we keep And we shall never wail or weep We will good fortune reap And live with merry cheer - o Houses now are crowned with thorn With berry and with ivy - corn We'll uphold the Wassail horn To welcome in the New Year And now with New Year gifts, each friend His letter doth the other send We will our comfort lend And spare not of our gear - o Like a snake cast off your skin And to fresh fellow feelings win Living so you shall begin To welcome in the New Year
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04:09
Levy dew, sing levy dew The water and the wine. Seven bright gold stars and the full moon doth shine. Here comes a maiden with gold on her toe Open the west gate and let the old year go Here comes a maiden with gold on her shoe Open the south gate and make the old year new Here comes a maiden with gold on her chin Open the east gate and let the new year in Here comes a maiden with gold in her eye Open the north gate and let the new year fly!
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Brothers and sisters now lend me your ears why do we celebrate this time of year? Some say those feet did in ancient time walk upon pastures much closer to home Chorus: Hey and a hey, carol away, Let's raise the rafters on midwinter's day Some brought him frankincense, myrrh and gold Some bought his effigy and know not what they sold Some bought the empire and paid for their sins Some brought in armies to do the heathens in Chorus Abbots and monks of yestertime Lay down your books now, and share out the wine Lay down your quarrels and sheath up your swords This is no way to worship your lord Put down your guilt and your unholy fears Love loves love, and that's all there is Chorus And let us remember on this winter's day Why we make merry and carol and play Some say a child in Bethlehem born Some say we wait for the sun to return Some say the sun was the son of the sun Some say the Mabon, I've nearly begun
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He bare him up, he bare him down; Lulley, lulley, lulley, lulley, He bare him to an orchard brown; The falcon hath borne my make away. Down in yon forest there stands a hall; It's covered all over with purple and pall; In that hall there stands a bed; It's covered all over with gold so red; And in that bed there lieth a knight; His wounds did bleed both day and night; By that bedside there kneeleth a may; And she weepeth both night and day; Under that bed there runs a flood; The one half runs water, the other runs blood; Upon the bedpost the moon shines bright; To bring in the honey- dew this very night; And by the bedside there standeth a stone; The ancient mysteries written thereon;
10.
The Holly and the Ivy when they are both full-grown of all the trees that are in the wood The Holly/Ivy bears the crown Chorus: The rising of the sun And the running of the deer The rounding of the shining moon The weary worn hunter The holly bears a blossom White as the lily flower and ivy bears the blackest buds to pull him to her power The holly bears a berry As red as any blood And ivy bears the greenest leaves To wrap him in her hood The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn and ivy bears a clinging vine to smother him right down The holly bears a bark Bitter as any gall and ivy bears small nectar flowers to sweeten all his fall The holly and the ivy when they are both full-grown of all the trees that are in the wood these two shall wreathe as one
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Deck the hall with boughs of holly Fala-lalala La la la la! Tis the season to be jolly Fala-lalala Fa la la la! Don we now our gay apparel Falala falala la la la! Troll the ancient Yule-tide carol Fala-lalala Fa la la la! See the blazing log before us Strike the harp and join the chorus Follow me in merry measure While I tell of solstice treasure Fast away the old year passes Hail the new year lads and lasses Sing we joyously together Heedless of the wind and weather
12.
04:36
Mary bring your rounded drum With your long flute Robin come When we hear them play as one Turelurelu, patapatapan When we hear them play as one Then the year will be well begun! Thus the men of olden days Lov'd the uprising sun to praise Now we hear both flute and drum Turelurelu, patapatapan Now we hear both flute and drum Surely we too must do the same! Sun and moon have now become More at one than flute and drum When we hear them play as one Turelurelu, patapatapan When we hear them play as one Together let us come!
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Old apple tree we wassail thee and hope that you will bear. The Lord does know where we shall be to be merry another year. To blow well and to bear well, and so merry let us be. Let every man drink up his cup, and health to the old apple tree.
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Power of raven be thine, Power of Eagle be thine, Power of the Fiann. Power of storm be thine, Power of moon be thine, Power of the sun. Power of sea be thine, Power of land be thine, Power of heaven. Goodness of sea be thine, Goodness of earth be thine, Goodness of heaven. Each day be joyous to to thee, No day be grievous to thee, Honour and compassion. Love of each face be thine, Death on pillow be thine, Thy maker's presence.

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released December 25, 2013

Carol concert recorded live at St Dunstan's House, Glastonbury 22nd Dec 2013. Engineered and masterminded by Sam Welbourne.

Cover design: Will Greenwood, Photo: Amanda Earthwren.

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Tim Hawthorn Glastonbury, UK

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