Enya’s Orinoco Flow, but it’s a Bardcore sea shanty

Orinoco Flow, by Enya, but it’s a bardcore sea shanty. Good morrow! It has been a little while, I’m afraid, for I have been busy with work around the abbey as we prepare for Winter. But I humbly offer another song for you all, by none other than our ethereal Queen Enya herself. This piece prominently features the lovely voice of my brother Friar Funk, and has additional vocals by the other men in the family. Please try to smell the salt spray and feel the wind on your face, even if you’re stuck at home like me. A small update regarding Spotify: Cornelius Link and I have signed on with Kartel Music Group, and his songs are already up on Spotify. (Have a listen! ) Mine are a bit more complex when it comes to legalities, so they will be taking somewhat longer, but I promise the ball is now rolling! Thank you for your patience. Art: White Ship, Cotton Claudius D. ii, f. 45v. From the British gathering together of the fish and sea monsters. MS. Douce 134, fol. 42v. From the Bodleian Digital Library Lyrics: Let me sail, let me sail Let the Volga river flow Let me reach, let me beach On the shores of Tripoli Let me sail, let me sail Let me crash upon thy shore Let me reach, let me beach Far beyond the Baltic Sea Sail away, sail away, sail away From Calais to Marseilles, in the shade of Avalon From Bari to Tiree and to Thessaloniki From Milan to Sidon hear the power of Babylon From Paris to Dundee, far beneath the Celtic Sea Sail away, sail away, sail away From the North to the South Ebudae into Khartoum From the deep sea of clouds To the island of the moon Carry me on the waves To lands I have never been Carry me on the waves To lands I have never seen We can sail, we can sail With the Volga river flow We can sail, we can sail (Sail away, Sail away, Sail away) We can steer, we can near With my hands upon the oar We can sigh, say goodbye To the life we knew before We can sail, we can sail (Sail away, Sail away, Sail away) We can reach, we can beach On the shores of Tripoli We can sail, we can sail (Sail away, Sail away, Sail away) From Paris to Dundee, far beneath the Celtic Sea Sail away, sail away, sail away