bizarrely, the event kicks of with the premiere of www.last.fm/music/wyn+williams ' new colloboration with none other than...Sian Lloyd! of the weather. 3pm KO
DEWCH I GEFNOGI! ac os am chwarae, ebostiwch shyffl@myspace.com neu shyffl@live.com diolch to support the cause
Just passing through in a vain attempt to catch up on comments on here..Lol..I have absolutely no chance of ever catching up..But I thought I could at least say drop in and say, Hi and wish you an awesome week ahead, take care, much love, Wendy, x
thought I'd make a start on my New Year's resolution to comment Everyone on both sites..Lol..This is goin to take forever but I'm determined to get there in the end!!Hope all is good and even though I've been too ill to keep in touch much over the last few weeks..Ok..Months..Please know that your friendship is greatly valued.Have a wonderful 2009,sending much love and many blessings to you and yours from probably the coldest,wettest country in the world aka South Wales!!Wendy,xxxxxx
The Hosting of the Sidhe
The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolite tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unboun, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart. The host is rushing twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolite tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling Away, come away.
