In April 2019, Notre Dame Cathedral caught fire. Though She is an iconic sanctuary of culture, history and architecture, Our Lady has not always been so cherished, passing through periods of both reverence and neglect ever since construction began in 1160. It requires her near destruction for people to renew an appreciation for that which She was.
lyrics
In the saddest printemps Our Lady laments
“How many days pass unto history?”
Speak now of back then, memory’s the only defense
Against mystery, Our Lady rest in peace.
Louis du Roy gave her a crown of thorns
But cripples in stories gave her fame.
Create to burn Troy we are angels with horns
Still the gargoyles fear no flame.
We’ll be cherubs again when our devils repent
Even the stone hearts will mend when we sound
Bourdon Emanuel, Marie, Gabriel, flow our tears
For whom the bell tolls for 900 years.
Now we cry we pretend to buy what is spent
But muses inspired give out no receipts.
Repair and repent, still Our Lady Laments
For again we will sing “Our Lady rest in peace.”
“Sing a song of six pence,” Our Lady laments
How many days past when the grass was green.
Speak now of back then mystery’s the only defense
Against lost memories, Our Lady rest in peace.
credits
from Flowers of the Rhododendron,
released June 21, 2020
Adam Young - gamba; Fiona Gillespie - vocals; Doug Balliet - bass; Dylan Greene - percussion; Paul Holmes Morton - music, lyrics, theorbo, baroque guitar, vocals
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023