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Celtic Coyotes

Piper 1 copyP1000785The Celtic Coyotes begins with Doug Cowan.  He was one of the original members of the band.  Now the band includes me with guitar and vocals, and we often have a female vocalist – most often she’s Anita Amstutz.  Sometimes Roger Hailstone plays drums with us.  We often have a fiddler.  Most recently Marilyn O’Boyle has been fiddling with us, and and the future is open. Doug & Steve @ BMW We sing many songs aIMG_6447nd play many tunes.  Most of the music is traditional Celtic, but some is original.

 

Here is some of our music. (please contact us if you want to download any of our music or cover original pieces):

Two Old Irish Marches (click for information)

 Doug solo with Roger backing him up on the drums
Brigid/Saint Bridget (click on title for lyrics)

Chorus:
In the brown and golden waters flowing to the sea
The wisdom of the ages is given for you and me.
& the beauty of the goddess shines for all to see.
As Bridgid on the Rio Grande gives us “Blessed Be.”
	
We’d seen the bosque burn before leaving all so dead and black         
Taking years for life to start again and the greening to come back
But Bridget’s fires shown brightly as the burning golden sun                  
 Like a great New Mexico sundown that glows when day is done. 

So the bosque wasn’t burning, but the flames were bright and tall,            
For the goddess on the waters brought a blessing for us all.
She brought nineteen glowing priestesses from the County Kildare            
So all who see the setting sun have gold she’s forged to wear.

(Chorus)

Now fire on our river is a fright with danger high
As adobe waters flow slowly & the air is kindling dry
But this fiery arrow of power brings healing beyond fear    
As she sparks all creativity and a fertile blessing here.

So the waters burbled joyfully as a grateful magic well
As the queen of four great fires has stories yet to tell.
Healing fires bring verdant shores as the bosque is made new                 
As Brigid’s healing presence leaves our forests a greener hew.
(Chorus)

Bridgid on the Rio Grande shines with every dawn
On the river flowing through the smoke, sails a ship to take us on;
On to dear old Ireland or the mystery of that land
Since that same wondrous spirit is in every river’s sand.

They say St Bridget midwifed for the birthing of the Lord
But Stonehenge marked the glory of this goddess much adored.                        
Yes her wonder is around us; You can feel it, but don’t try.
In Celtic lands and New Mexico we see her in the sky
(Chorus)                                       Copyright © Stephen J. Miller

Black Nag & Druid Song/ Abbott’ Bromley Horn Dance (click title for lyrics to Druid Song)

Look to the past; see even more Wisdom revealed in deep ancient lore.
Hear the wind blow; Feel the full air; The world is so full of gifts for to bear.
Oh, I am a druid or maybe an oak tree, The wisdom we are is the truth that we see.
Our roots go deeper than time will allow; The otherworld holds us in eternal now.

The forest oak holds strength today. In whispers & silence the magic holds sway.
The depths of druids in dark displays; Then radiant rain runs thru sun’s rising rays.
The dancing dear in the magical woodlands
With strong & true druidess who proudly stands
Act out their prayers for the healing of all the earth
Living in Mystery as all life has worth.

The dancing dear in the magical woodlands 
With strong & true druidess who proudly stands
Act out their prayers for the healing of all the earth 
Living in Mystery as all life has worth.
“The Islands of the Celts Are Married to the Sea” (click for lyrics)

The Islands of the Celts Are Married to the Sea     Stephen Miller

The islands of the Celts are married to the sea	
Together land and sea bring us all that is to be.	
The currents of the sea shape the wind and the breeze	
That blow through the grasslands and glorious verdant trees.  	

Chorus:  Now we see in all the earth 
How the ocean gives life birth               
As diverse and wondrous life is the ocean’s dream.
O the ocean is so blue   
And the sea is always true

With the source of life in the gulf stream. 
When the sea is far away it still calls to you and me
As it flows in our veins and in the sap of every tree 
So the seasons of our lives like the seasons of the seas
Can be told in the tides and the storm and the breeze. 

Chorus

The moon, sun, and stars and our planet spinnin’ ‘round
Remind us where we are that we stand on holy ground
For the islands of the celts are married to the sea
And so is every land  that ever was or yet will be.   (copyright© Stephen J. Miller)
“Landscape Song” (click for lyrics)

The Landscape Song 	  - Stephen Miller  3/21/12
(inspired by Irish Poet John O’Donohue as interviewed by Krista Tippett)
The hills and dales of Scotland and of Ireland too
The red cliffs of Navajo land and white cliffs of Abique
The water falls of the Amazon or the great Zambezi 
Waters rushing furiously or flowing easily.
The elephant in the jungle and the tortoise in the heat 
The park around the corner and the flower through concrete
Starry night and sunny day or clouds across the plain 
Awaken our souls to the wonder of so much we can gain.  

Enter now the landscape.  Enter with your soul.
Know in every landscape, with our earth we all are whole. 
We enter now the landscape.  We enter with our soul.
We know in every landscape, with our earth we all are whole.

May the soul of the landscape and the landscape of the soul 
Be known to come together to make creation whole.
As one begins to crumble the other sure does fall,
And the healing of the one begins healing for us all. 
May we know a landscape in the soul of Mother Earth.  
May Mother Earth inform us and tell us of our worth.  
May we celebrate our oneness before it is too late.
May we know we are connected with a universe so great.

Enter now the landscape.  Enter with your soul.
Know in every landscape, with our earth we all are whole. 
We enter now the landscape.  We enter with our soul.
We know in every landscape, with our earth we all are whole. (repeat) (copyright © Stephen J. Miller

“Green Grow the Rashes, O” by Robert Burns (click for lyrics)

There’s naught but care on ev’ry  han’  In ev’ry hour that passes, O;  
What signifies the life o’ man, An’ ‘twere not for the lasses, O?  
      
Chorus: Green grow the rashes, O;  Green grow the rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend are spent among the lasses, O.

The worldly race may riches chase, and riches still may fly them, O;
An’ though at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, O;
(Chorus)
Gie me a can nie hour at e’en, My arms around my dearie, O;
An’ worldly cares and worldly men may a’  gae tapsal-teerie, O.
(Chorus)

An’  you sae douce, ye sneer at this; Ye’re naught but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the world e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
(Chorus)

Auld nature swears the lovely dears, Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her prentice hand she tried on man, An’ then she made the lasses, O!
(Chorus)