outerspacekake:

msmeiriona:

woodelf68:

yaninus-de-venoix:

Nonesuch and Maltese Bransle

Oh hey, I know the second tune as the Lady’s Bransle by Gwydion Pendderwen.

Oh, she will bring the buds in the spring and laugh among the flowers

In summer’s heat her kisses are sweet she sings in leafy bowers

She cuts the cane and gathers the grain when fruits of fall surround her

Her buds grow old in wintry cold, she wraps her cloak around her.

I often wonder what could have happened if Gwydion Pendderwen had lived longer.  What music we could have had…

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