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"An epic musical undertaking of the highest order!" ~Vents Magazine~

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2 times Grammy winner and 3 times Grammy nominee

"This is a highly evocative piece...~a complete sonic journey and will enthrall those with a penchant for world music."

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A Maiden Made Not of Clay  

 

 

Lyric by Daniel Shkolnik

 

*(In the bible, it is said that human being was made of clay. )

 

 

 

Verse 1


I do remember

long ago, far away 

I met a maiden made

of something other than clay

 

Then when the spring arrived

Seeds and rain, flowers became.

Winds blew the grasses ‘round 

and bent them with dew.


Chorus 1


When the cold cut the air

my love danced on autumn leaves

with her golden jangling bangles 

all a-ringing on her sleeves.

 

When the snow did arrive

our cheeks brushed beneath the furs.

Knowing that the war was soon to come         

we were glad to be alive.

 

Verse 2  

Peace comes on slowly

the fires of war, dying down.

The soldier is lonely

alone on dark ground.

 

Seasons have slipped off

where they go, I can’t know.

Memories visit me

from long, long ago:

 

Chorus 2

 

When the cold cut the air

my love danced on autumn leaves

with her golden jangling bangles 

all a-ringing on her sleeves.

 

When the snow did arrive

our cheeks brushed beneath the furs.

Knowing that the war was soon to come 

we were glad to be alive.

 

Chorus 3

 

I recall long ago

when we shared the same soul

running through the bursting flower beds

each morning.

 

Then came stars

Then came birds

Then came dawn without a word,

greeting each and every living thing

with blessings.

 

Ohhhhhh let go.

Memory is but a mockery

I tell thee.

 

Goooooo homeward

Loosening the strings upon my harp

I play it no more.

 

Loosening the strings upon my harp

I play it no more.

 

Loosening the strings upon my harp

I play it no more

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