Cathedral Hills is My Skychurch

Your good captain has at last emerged from her fox den out into the Spring of the Otherworld.
                          

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight; 

To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.

 

W.B. Yeats
The Stolen Child
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The music of The Waterboys and the poetry of William Butler Yeats against images of old Ireland.

Some people go to church, I go to a Waterboys gig. There is a powerful light that shines throughout the whole audience, there you find your kin. If you haven't seen the Waterboys perform please do. It's nothing like anything you experienced in a gig before.
Joanna Leck
from: YouTube
(Myself I havena seen the Wbs, but I'd not want to see them
without the one the only fuzz fiddler Steve Wickham.
Have seen Jethro Tull though...)