La música New Age ( Nueva Era) es un género musical vagamente definido que generalmente es melódicamente suave, a menudo instrumental o con voces etéreas y suele incorporar grabaciones tomadas de la naturaleza. Es una música meditativa, generalmente de tempo lento, muchas veces relacionada con las creencias de la Nueva Era, que invita al oyente a sumergirse en sentimientos de armonía, paz interior, amor a la vida, a Gaia o para redescubrirse uno mismo como parte integrante del universo.
Loreena McKennitt, (nacida en Morden, Manitoba el 17 de febrero de 1957) es una cantante canadiense, e intérprete de piano y arpa con ascendencia escocesa e irlandesa. Actualmente reside en Ontario.
Sus diez discos de estudio y sus cinco discos en directo la consagran como una intérprete en el universo de la música celta. Sus discos Elemental y To Drive the cold winter away marcaron un antes y un después en su carrera musical. Antes de estos discos Loreena trabajaba en la compañía teatral estable del Shakespearean festival donde tuvo tiempo de inspirarse en el poeta William Butler Yeats así como en la música de The Bothy band y Alan Stivell.
Harking is bonny and there lives my love
My heart lies on him and cannot remove
It cannot remove for all that I have done
And I never will forget my love Annachie
For Annachie Gordon he's bonny and he's bright
He'd entice any woman that e'er he saw
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
And I never will forget my love Annachie.
Down came her father and he's standing at the door
Saying Jeannie you are trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so much for thee
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie
For Annachie Gordon is barely but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are his lands
The Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they run high
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie.
With Annachie Gordon I beg for my bread
And before I marry Sultan his gold to my head
With gold to my head and straight down to my knees
And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie
And you who are my parents to church you may me bring
But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son
To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee
And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie.
Jeannie was married and from church was brought home
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
She goes into her chamber and cries all alone.
Come to my bed my Jeannie my honey and my sweet
To stile you my mistress it would be so sweet
Be it mistress or Jeanne it's all the same to me
But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie
And down came her father and he's spoken with reknown
Saying you who are her maidens
Go loosen up her gowns
And she fell down to the floor
And straight down to his knee saying
Father look I'm dying for my love Annachie.
The day that Jeanne married was the day that Jeannie died
And the day that young Annachie came home on the tide
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands
Saying oh it's been so long, you've been so long on the sands
So long on the sands, so long on the flood
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.
You who are her maidens come take me by the hand
And lead me to the chamber where my love she lies in
And he kissed her cold lips till his heart it turned to stone
And he died in the chamber where his love she lies in.
