Luyện nghe bài hát Ce Hé Mise le Ulaingt (Who Am I to Bear It?)/The Two Trees

Music by Loreena
Lyrics by William Butler Yeats, arr. by McKennitt

Beloved, in thine own heart,
The tree is growing there;
joy the holy branches start,
And al the flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its
Have the stars with merry light;
The of its hidden root
Has planted in the night;
The of its leafy head
Has the waves their melody,
And my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a song for thee.

There the a circle go,
The circle of our days,
Gyring, to and fro
In those ignorant leafy ways;
all that shaken hair
And how the sandals dart,
Thine eyes full of tender care;
Beloved, in thine own heart.

Gaze no more in the bitter
The demons, with subtle guile,
up before us when they pass,
Or gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image
the stormy night receives,
Roots hidden under snows,
Broken and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to
In the dim glass the hold,
The of outer weariness,
Made God slept in times of old.
There, through the branches, go
The of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and throat,
Or else stand and stiff the wind,
And shake their ragged alas!
Thy eyes grow all unkind:
no more in the bitter glass.