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16 July 2008 ! at 3:13 PM ! Lyrics by Brendan Graham The wheels of life keep turning, Spinning without control. The wheels of the heart keep yearning For the sound of the singing soul; And nights are full with weeping For sins of the past we've sown But tomorrow is ours for the keeping Tomorrow the future's shown. CHORUS: Lift your eyes and see the glory, Where the circle of life is drawn; See the never-ending story, Come with me to the gates of dawn. And whose is the hand who rises The sun from the heaving sea? The power that ever amazes We look, but never will see. Who scattered the seeds so life could be, Who coloured the fields of corn? Who formed the mould that made me Before the world was born? CHORUS: Lift your eyes and see the glory, Where the circle of life is drawn; See the never-ending story, Come with me to the gates of dawn. Lift your eyes and see the glory, Where the circle of life is drawn; See the never-ending story, Come with me to the gates of dawn. All our music is written as instrumentals, but some of the melodies naturally lend themselves to words. This piece was originally arranged as a simple folk-tone, but gradually started to shape-change, asserting itself into a vocal song. Brendan Graham's imagery and Karen Matheson's vocal (recorded in Capercaillie's studio in Glasgow), transport us to the Gates of dawn, where we are imbued with a sense of wonder and spiritually uplifted out of the ordinary of life. The simple chorus, with its sing-along melody, contrasts with the distant, dawn chorus of the middle-part, performed by Anúna. - found it off the website. I love this soothing instrumental song. Hope, joy and peace, all intertwined with the melody. Indeed, it puts me into a much lighter mood, I love this part: And whose is the hand who rises The sun from the heaving sea? The power that ever amazes We look, but never will see. Who scattered the seeds so life could be, Who coloured the fields of corn? Who formed the mould that made me Before the world was born? Because I know the answer (: As the girl sang this part, the questions floated among my thoughts, and with a smile I answered God in my mind. It's so amazing. I love such quiet songs, allowing me moments of relections and a glimpse into my deeper thoughts, usually untouched. The 'gates of dawn' in this song brings to mind the gates of Heaven, made of white pearls. What a beautiful sight that'll be to behold! As usual, I've missed S&W again. All thanks to flu. I'm like so >:/ angry. It's infuriating lah. And I've to make up so many lessons and not like there's many other lessons left ): I'm more and more accident prone. Scratched my knee against some hard/sharp part of my sofa. -.- Now it hurts. Ah wells. Not much to update. Though I feel bad 'cause I keep missing fencing practices due to sprained ankle (over and over again), flu, and diving training next week. Argh. I hope they don't think I'm not treating fencing seriously. Because I am. Just that I can't. ): Alrighty, better get some Field Practicum homework done before I go for Spanish. Presentation's later :// Hopefully I'll score. Spent the whole of last night on it. Thank God I couldn't go for fencing, otherwise I wouldn't have time to do it. ;D Good news ;D I scored full marks for English's pop quiz just now! ;DDD Thank God so much it was open book quiz, I didn't even read the article beforehand! Thank God so much, I messed up my last English test, so at least this pop quiz which is counted towards participation is secured. ;D Ryan Cabrera's True is stuck in my head. (: <3, CASS. |