Song, Chant, Poetry, Stories and Satire for the Pagan Community

This entry made: 11/28/1997

Title: Lord of the Dance
Lyrics by: Elise Krueger
Tune: original
Date: 1988
Source: the Filk Echo archives (fileserv@bdragon.shore.net)
Recorded on:
Subject: Pagan

[Permission to perform cheerfully granted to pagans, Morris  
dancers, and their friends, and available on request for  
performance at paying gigs or on recordings.  
This has original music, which I haven't written down yet.  
The intro is a violin doing the Morris tune played for the dance 
"Abbott's Bromley", so if you know that one it gives you an idea 
of the rhythm and pacing.
Written May 1988 after I was kidnapped Beltane morning and 
taken to a hidden glen at sunrise...
This is one of those rare pieces of mine that I do want to  hang 
onto the rights...  but I will gladly share with friends.]

Get you up, get you up
for today there be dancing to do
and a new morn to greet
In the grey before day
hurry down to the place by the shore
where the Morris do meet
Come follow the fool to the cool of the dell
where the Hobby and Betty do prance 
Come gird up your legs with the ribbons and bells
Lay down the old spells of the Lord of the Dance
  
In the dew of the new
morning wait for the sun rising up
from the cup of the hill
With the dawn coming on
sunlight falls like a smile on your face
in the place that you fill
With your ribbons so rare and your fair voices strong
and your kerchiefs so white in your hands 
Come dance the old dances and sing the old songs
May morning belongs to the Lord of the Dance
  
Now all in your baldrics
you dance in a ring round an oak
like some folk from the past
And you sing and you bring
all your children together to learn
each in turn from the last
May your fire burn bright!  Take delight in the feeling
you've not come together by chance:
Know the Lady of Seasons is turning the wheels
Come kick up your heels with the Lord of the Dance!