Enya Albums > Shepherd Moons


1. Shepherd Moons (Instrumental) 3:43
2. Caribbean Blue 3:59
3. How Can I Keep From Singing? 4:25
4. Ebudæ 1:55
5. Angeles 4:01
6. No Holly For Miss Quinn (Instrumental) 2:43
7. Book Of Days (Gaelic) / Book of Days (English) 2:55
8. Evacuee 3:50
9. Lothlorien (Instrumental) 2:07
10.  Marble Halls 3:54
11.  Afer Ventus 4:06
12. 

Smaointe...

6:10


Caribean Blue

by Enya


... Eurus ...
... Afer Ventus ...

... so the world goes round and round
with all you ever knew -
They say the sky high above
is Caribean blue ...

... if every man says all he can,
if every man is true,
do I believe the sky above
is Caribean blue ...

... Boreas ...
... Zephryus ...

... if all you told was turned to gold,
if all you dreamed were new,
imagine sky high above
in Caribean blue ...

... Eurus ...
    Afer Ventus ...
... Boreas
    Zephryus ...
... Africus ...


How Can I Keep From Singing

by Enya


My life goes on in endless song
above earth's lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.

Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear it's music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
       
While though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth.
And though the darkness 'round me close,
songs in the night it giveth.

No storm can shake my inmost calm,
while to that rock I'm clinging.
Since love is lord of heaven and earth
how can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble in their fear
and hear their death knell ringing,
when friends rejoice both far and near
how can I keep from singing?

In prison cell and dungeon vile
our thoughts to them are winging,
when friends by shame are undefiled
how can I keep from singing?


Ebudæ

by Enya, percussion by Nicky Ryan and Enya

          ,           ,             ,
Amharc, mna ag obair la's mall san oich
                                 ,
Ceolann siad ar laetha geal, a bhi
                                ,
Bealach fada annon's anall a choich.


Angeles

by Enya, Clarinet by Roy Jewitt


Angels, answer me,
are you near if rain should fall?
Am I to believe
you will rise to calm the storm?
For so great a treasure words will never do.
Surely, if this is, promises are mine to give you.
                                   mine to give...

Here, all too soon the day!
Wish the moon to fall and alter tomorrow.
I should know
heaven has her way
- each one given memories to own.

Angeles, all could be
should you move both earth and sea
Angeles, I could feel
all those dark clouds disappearing...

Even, as I breathe
comes an angel to their keep.
Surely, if this is
promises are mine to give you.
                        mine to give...


Book Of Days (Gaelic)

by Enya, percussion by Andy Duncan


,  ,         ,   
O oiche go hoich, mo thuras,

An bealach fada romham.
,  ,     , 
O la go la, mo thuras,
     ,                    ,
na scealta na mbeidh a choich.


Book Of Days (English)

by Enya, percussion by Andy Duncan

One day, one night, one moment
My dreams could be tomorrow
One step, one fall, one falter
East or West,
Over earth or by ocean
One way to be my journey
This way could be my
Book of Days

No day, no night, no moment
Can hold me back from trying
One flag, one fall, one falter
I'll find my day maybe
Far and Away
Far and Away

One day, one night one moment
With a dream to be leaving
One step, one fall, one falter
Find a new world across a wide ocean
This way became my journey
This day brings together
Far and Away

This day brings together
Far and Away
Far and Away


Evacuee

by Enya, Cornet by Steve Sidwell


Each time on my leaving home
I run back to my mother's arms,
one last hold and then it's over.

Watching me, you know I cry,
you wave a kiss to say goodbye,
Feel the sky fall down upon me!

All I am,
a child with promises
All I have
are miles full of promises of home.

If only I could stay with you,
my train moves on, you're gone from view,
Now I must wait until it's over.

Days will pass, your words to me,
it seems so long; eternity,
but I must wait until it's over.


Marble Halls

by Enya


I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls
with vassels and serfs at my side,
and of all who assembled within those walls
that I was the hope and the pride.
I had riches all too great to count
and a high ancestral name.
But I also dreamt which pleased me most
that you loved me still the same,
that you loved me
you loved me still the same,
that you loved me
you loved me still the same.

I dreamt that suitors sought my hand,
that knights upon bended knee
and with vows no maidens heart could withstand,
they pledged their faith to me.
And I dreamt that one of that noble host
came forth my hand to claim.
But I also dreamt which charmed me most
that you loved me still the same
that you loved me
you loved me still the same,
that you loved me
you loved me still the same.


Afer Ventus

by Enya


Mare Nubrium.  Umbriel.
Mare Imbrium. Ariel.
Et itur ad astra.
Et itur ad astra.
Mare Undarum.  Io.  Vela.

Mirabile dictu.  Mirabilia.
Mirabile visu.  Mirabilia.
Et itur ad astra.
Et itur ad astra.
Sempervirent.  Rosetum.

Afer Ventus.  Zephryus.
Volturnus.  Africus.
Et itur ad astra.
Et itur ad astra.
Etesiarum.  Eurus.

Running verse:
  Suus cuique mos.  Suum quique.
  Meus mihi, suus cuique carus.
  memento, terrigena.
  Memento, vita brevis.
  Meus mihi, suus cuique carus.


Smaointe...
(D'Aodh Agus Do Mhaire Ui Dhugain)

by Enya, Uillean Pipes by Liam O'Flionn

,              ,
Eist le mo chroi,
     ,          ,
Go bronach a choich
 ,  ,             ,
Ta me cailte gan tu

's do bhean cheile.
     ,  ,  
An gra mor i do shaoil
       ,  ,
Threarai si me.
   ,               ,
Bigi liomsa i gconai
 ,   ,
La's oich.


Curfa:
                             ,
Ag caoineadh ar an uaigneas mor
               ,
Na deora, go bronach
                                  ,
Na gcodladh ins an uaigh ghlas chiuin

Faoi shuimhneas, go domhain

              ,
Aoibhneas a bhi
      ,
Ach d'imigh sin
 ,  ,    ,
Se lean tu

Do fhear cheile.
     ,  ,
An gra mor i do shaoil
       ,  ,  ,
Threarai se me
 , ,               ,
Bigi loimsa i gconai
 ,    ,
La's oich.


Curfa:
                             ,
Ag caoineadh ar an uaigneas mor
               ,
Na deora, go bronach
                                  ,
Na gcodladh ins an uaigh ghlas chiuin

Faoi shuimhneas, go domhain

                 ,
Smaointe, ar an la

Raibh sibh ar mo thaobh
   ,      ,
Ag inse sceil
                ,
Ar an doigh a bhi
        ,           ,
Is cuimhin liom an la

Gan gha'sgan ghruaim
 , ,               ,
Bigi liomsa i gconai
 ,    ,
La's oich.

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