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In Gowan Ring

In Gowan Ring is a musical artist known for creating a unique blend of folk, psychedelic, and neofolk music. The project was formed by B'eirth (real name Bobin Jon Michael Eirth) in the early 1990s. In Gowan Ring's music often incorporates acoustic instruments and ethereal vocals, creating an enchanting and mystical atmosphere. The lyrics and imagery draw inspiration from mythology, nature, and spiritual themes. Their discography includes albums such as "The Glinting Spade," "The Serpent and the Dove," and "The Wind That Cracks The Leaves." more »

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Tell me a story of what is to come
Tell me a story of what has been
Tell me how things come to an end
Tell me how things come to be

Gather 'round then and listen right well
Come and hear the story of the Dancer, Her colours
The great bowl of Tea and the field, a field of Dreams

The Dancer looking into her own eye
Saw there was a circle
And from her iris these colours she spied
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple
Round and round, the colours spun out
In a widening tapestry
At the edges of which the colors merged into a great bowl of tea

Ah, making kisses out of starlight
Oh, scattering them to the wind
Gathering windswept kisses into gumdrops
Suck on the stones, spit them out again

The Dancer swimming out into the Tea
Left the colors all in a muddle
Stepped out of the bowl, looked up at the stars
Dripping a grey-brown puddle
As the puddle dried, bright grasses to sprout
From this field grew all things
To leap to life, to whisper, to shout
In the field, a field of dream

Ah, making kisses out of starlight
Oh, scattering them to the waves
Collecting wave-worn kisses into sweetmeats
Savor the flavors of the day

And so we too walked in to the field
Where all things sprout up and decay
Here we've lived, loved laughed and cried
Time will come, we too, here will lay
I remember her story like wisps of wind
Whispered through the reeds
As time wrapped around bones
Like a stone by the stream

Ah, making kisses out of starlight
Oh, scattering them to the wind
Gathering windswept kisses into gumdrops
Suck on the stones, spit them out again

I stood within a veil of tears
Crying for how things must be
I awoke renewed by the stars so near
And the rush of the blood pulsing through me
I saw it as a fleeting game
She came she left again she came
Spun 'round the seasons
A Dancer of Joy and of pain

Ah, making kisses out of starlight
Oh, scattering them to the waves
Collecting wave-worn kisses into sweetmeats
Savor the flavors of the day

Tell me a story of what is to come
Tell me a story of what has been
Tell me how things come to an end
Tell me how things come to be

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