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Hayley Westenra
Hayley Westenra


Background information
Birth name Hayley Dee Westenra
Born April 10, 1987
Born place Christchurch, New Zealand
Genre(s) Classical
Pop
Celtic
Operatic Pop
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Universal
Decca Music Group
Associated acts Celtic Woman
Website Website



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Hayley Westenra Album


Celtic Treasure (03/13/2007)
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Let me lie on grasses green
On my mother earth I lean

Let me lie on grasses green
On my mother earth I lean

Under burning sun
Through my veins she runs

Let me breathe the forest air
It's the life force that we all share
Feel my burning tears

Heal me through as I lie
Here with you
Heal me through
Let me sleep and keep me close

Heal me through as I lie
Here with you
Heal me through
Let me sleep and keep me close

Let me lie on grasses green
On my mother earth I lean
Under burning sun
Through my veins she runs

Heal me through as I lie
Here with you
Heal me through
Let me sleep and keep me close

Heal me through as I lie
Here with you
Heal me through
Let me sleep and keep me close

Let me lie on grasses green
On my mother earth I lean
Under burning sun
Through my veins she runs

Heal me through as I lie
Here with you
Heal me through
Let me sleep and keep me close

Heal me through as I lie
Here with you
Heal me through
Let me sleep and keep me close

Under burning sun
Through my veins she runs
Her and I are one.

. . .


Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine.

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Without no seam, nor needlework.
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to buy me an acre of land.
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Between salt water and the sea strand.
Then he'll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
He once was a true love of mine

. . .



Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, you rollin' river
O Shenandoah, I long to hear you.
Away I'm bound to go
'Cross the wide Missouri.
'Tis seven long years since I last saw you
Away, you rollin' river
'Tis seven long years since I last saw you
Away I'm bound to go
'Cross the wide Missouri.

Oh Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you
Away, you rollin' river.
O Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you,
Away I'm bound to go
'Cross the wide Missouri.

. . .


Words And Music By: Cheryl Wheeler

In another younger day I could dream the time away
In the universe inside my room
And the world was really mine from June to September
And if it wasn't really so I was lucky not to know
And I was lucky not to wonder why
'cause summertime is all that I remember

A summer fly was buzzin' every night
When I was young
In the gentle world my childlike senses knew
And the world was just my cousin
And the wind was just the tongue
In the voice my lonely moments listened to

And I look at me today all the dreams have gone away
And I'm where I never thought I'd be
Seein' things I never thought I'd see happen to me
And I lie awake at night till the darkness goes to light
Hearin' voices callin' out my name
Dronin' over and again the same message to me

Cryin' who's your partner, who's your darlin', who's your baby now?
Who wakes up at night to pull you in
It don't matter, you just make her lonely anyhow
Don't know why you even try to win

. . .



Soft as the voice of an Angel,
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word.
Wait, till the darkness is over,
Wait, till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow
After the shower is gone.

Whispering hope, whispering hope
Oh, how welcome, welcome thy voice,
Making my heart
In its sorrow rejoice.

Whispering hope, whispering hope
Oh, how welcome, welcome thy voice,
Making my heart
In its sorrow rejoice.

. . .



Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

But I will hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

. . .


Days of burning sun
Watch the colours run
Into pools that catch the eye
Disappear as you pass by

You're my summer rain
You're my summer rain
And I know that I'll see you again
And I know that I'll see you again

Hear my prayer
Answer my call
Breathe life into my soul
I am waiting for you to show
Come and hold me so

You're my summer rain
You're my summer rain
And I know that I'll see you again
And I know that I'll see you again

Dreams of a day with you
Fading away

You're my summer rain
You're my summer rain
And I know and I know and I know that I'll see you again
And I know and I know and I know that I'll see you again
Summer rain
You're my summer rain
And I know and I know and I know that I'll see you again
And I know and I know and I know that I'll see you again
Ah huh ah
Summer rain
Ah huh ah
Summer rain

. . .


Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming all alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred,
No rose bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
And give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem.
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep now with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow
When friendships decay,
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

. . .


From Puccini's "Madame Butterfly"

One fine day you'll find me
A thread of smoke arising on the sea
In the far horizon
And then the ship appearing
Then the trim white vessel
Glides into the harbour
Thunders forth her cannon
See you? Now he is coming
I do not go to meet him
Not I
I stay upon the brow of the hill
And wait there
And wait for a long time
But never weary of the long waiting
From out the crowded city
There is coming a man in the distance
Climbing the hill
Chi sarà? chi sarà?
E come sarà giunto
Che dirà? che dirà?
He will call, "Butterfly" from the distance
I, without answering
Hold myself quietly concealed
A bit to tease him

One fine day you'll find me
A thread of smoke arising on the sea
In the far horizon
And then the ship appearing

This will all come to pass as I tell you
Banish your idle fears
For he will return
I know
I know he will return

. . .



Sonny lives on a farm, in a wide open space
Take off your shoes, stay out of the race
Lay down your head, on a soft river bed
Sonny always remembers the words Mamma says

CHORUS:
Sonny don't go away, I'm here all alone
Your Daddy's a sailor, never comes home
Nights are so long, silence goes on
I'm feeling so tired and not all that strong

Sonny works on the land, though he's barely a man
There's not much to do but he does what he can
Sits by his window in his room by the stairs
Watching the waves drifting soft on the pier

Many years have rolled on, Sonny's old and alone
His Daddy the sailor, never came home
Sometimes he wonders what his life might have been
But from the grave Mamma still haunts his dreams

CHORUS

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The water is wide, I cannot get over
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that will carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

Where love is planted O there it grows
It grows and blossoms like a rose
It has a sweet and pleasant smell
No flower on Earth can it excel

The ship there is and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim

Oh love is gentle, love is kind
The sweetest flower when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew

. . .


Cold nights of loneliness
Dark nights of emptiness
I stood there waiting
But the summer came too late

Seasons unfold
Stories lie untold
And still my heart is waiting
Summer came too late

. . .



Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

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