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Lullabies for Trying Times

Lullabies for Trying Times

by Ross Crean

Released 2014
Knight & Thorne Music
Released 2014
Knight & Thorne Music
A mix of Gaelic traditional tunes and contemporary songs in English make this a lullaby album for the parents who want more than the usual lullaby.
  • 03:10 Lyrics
    A Fighter's Lullaby

    A Fighter's Lullaby

    It's all clear now, little one,
    Sleep away.
    No more fears and disturbia
    Will be here to stay.
    Let the sky full of stars
    Blanket the darkness that gets in your way.
    Just hold on to the promises
    That tell you to there's soon to be
    Much brighter days.
    Don't carry your shield and sword
    Through those reveries.
    Get on the boat, leave them on the shore
    While you sail to dream.
    Let the sky full of stars
    Blanket the darkness that gets in your way.
    Just hold on to the promises
    That tell you to there's soon to be
    Much brighter days.

     

  • 03:16 Lyrics
    Crònan An Maighdinn - Mhara (The Mermaid's Croon)
    Crònan An Maighdinn-Mhara
    (The Mermaid's Croon)

    CHORUS : 
    Ho! mo nigh’n dubh
    He! mo nigh’n dubh
    Mo nighean dubh
    ‘S tu mo chuachag. 
     
    Caidil a luaidh
    Fo chobhair nan stuadh
    Air bodha na suain
    'S do bhruadar 's a' cheòban
     
    Caidil a ghraidh
    O caidil mu thràth
    Is t'athair air bhàigh
    Is fadal mo phòig air
     
    Eala rid' thaobh
    Is roin os do chionn
    Lacha Mhoire 's a' chaol
    'S cha'n fhaobar bhrònag
     
     
    TRANSLATION:

    Sleep beneath
    The foam o’ the waves
    On reefs of sleep
    Dreaming in dew mist. 

    Thy seabed
    The seals o’er head
    From reivers dread
    Securely guarding 

    While I croon,
    White swan of the moon,
    Wild duck of the sound,
    By thee are resting.
  • 04:29 Lyrics
    Siúil a Rún

     

    Siúil A Rún
     
    I wish I was on yonder hill
    'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
    And every tear would turn a mill
    Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
    I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
    I'll sell my only spinning wheel
    To buy my love a sword of steel
    Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
     
    Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún
    Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
    Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
    Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
     
    I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red
    And round the world I'll beg my bread
    Until my parents shall wish me dead
    Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
     
    I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
    I wish I had my heart again
    And vainly think I'd not complain
    Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
     
    Siúil, siúil, siúil a rún
    Siúil go socair agus siúil go ciúin
    Siúil go doras agus éalaigh liom
    Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
     
    But now my love has gone to France
    to try his fortune to advance
    If he e'er comes back 'tis but a chance
    Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
     
    TRANSLATION OF CHORUS:
     
    Go, go, go my love
    Go quietly and peacefully
    Go to the door and flee with me
    And may you go safely my dear.
  • 04:21 Lyrics
    Bheir Mé Ó

    Bheir Mé Ó

    Bheir mé óró, bhean ó 
    Bheir mé óró, ó bhean í 
    Bheir mé óró ó hó 
    Tá mé brónach ‘s tú i m’dhith 

    ‘ S iomaí oíche fliuch is fuar 
    Thug mé cuairt is mé liom féin 
    Nó go ráinig mé san áit 
    Mar a raibh grá geal mó chléibh 

    I mo chláirseach ní raibh ceol 
    I mo mheoraibh ní raibh brí 
    Nó gur luaigh tú do rún 
    ‘ S fuair mé eolas ar mo dhán 

     

    TRANSLATION

     

    I've gone away, oh beautiful woman 
    I've gone away, oh dear one
    I've gone away
    I'm sad and missing you.

     

    Many's the cold and wet night 
    I went out traveling on my own
    Until I reached the place
    Where the love of my heart lived.

     

    There was no music in my harp 
    There was no strength in my fingers
    Until you told me of your love
    And I found my poem.

     

     

     

  • 04:08 Lyrics
    All Through the Night

    All Through the Night

    Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
    All through the night.
    Guardian angels, God will send thee,
    All through the night.
    Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
    Hill and vale in slumber sleeping.
    I, my loved one's watch, am keeping
    All through the night.
    Angels watching e'er around thee,
    All through the night.
    Midnight's slumber close surround thee,
    All through the night.
    Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
    Hill and vale in slumber sleeping.
    I, my loved one's watch, am keeping
    All through the night.
    O'er thy spirit gently stealing,
    Visions of delight revealing,
    Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
    All through the night.

     

  • 05:14 Lyrics
    Madeleine

    Madeleine

    Hey, Madeleine,
    I know your world is crashing down,
    But save a little courage for me.
    Well, I've been lost and found,
    But in the days you've been around,
    I feel like I could shimmer and be seen.
    Hang on, we're almost out of here.
    Maybe you sooner than I.
    And that's alright...
    I won't be far behind,
    So sleep tight.
    For when it's time to say good-bye,
    We'll say good night.
    Hey, Madeleine,
    So much much for ever growing up,
    But really, we should probably be relieved.
    Cos once those curtains close,
    We'll fly like Peter Pan and Wendy,
    Finding freedom in that moment of retreat.
    Hang on, we're almost out of here.
    Maybe you sooner than I.
    And that's alright...
    I won't be far behind,
    So sleep tight.
    For when it's time to say good-bye,
    We'll say good night.
    Hey, Madeleine,
    Your world's no longer crashing down.
    I hoped you saved some courage for me,
    Cos I'm so scared right now.
    But I know next time I see you,
    We'll have health and hair
    And strength to dance and sing.
    Hang on, we're almost out of here.
    I'll soon be there by your side.
    It's alright...
    I won't be far behind,
    So sleep tight.
    We'll never have to say good-bye.
  • 03:47 Lyrics
    Oh, What a World

    Oh, What A World

    Do you never want to sleep?
    Such a shame. There's so much missed
    In the hours of waking. 
    All the tales you've yet to weave,
    They can only be discovered 
    If you dodge the seldom seen.
    Oh, what a world...
    Oh, what a world to dream.
    You may have never left this room,
    But throughout the night
    That pillow cradled worlds around you.
    It's the edges of your universe
    That decide the limits of 
    your ever-growing point of view.
    Oh, what a world...
    Oh, what a world.
    Underneath a goodnight moon
    And a blanket full of stars,
    Each one a wish that may come true...
    Oh, what a world.
  • 04:36 Lyrics
    Pangur Bán

    Pangur Bán

    Messe [ocus] Pangur bán,
    cechtar nathar fria saindán;
    bíth a menma-sam fri seilgg,
    mu menma céin im saincheirdd

     

    Caraim-se fós, ferr cach clú,
    oc mu lebrán léir ingnu;
    ní foirmtech frimm Pangur bán,
    caraid cesin a maccdán.

     

    Ó ru-biam ­ scél cén scis ­
    innar tegdias ar n-oéndis,
    táithiunn ­ dichríchide clius ­ 
    ní fris 'tarddam ar n-áthius.

     

    Gnáth-huaraib ar greassaib gal
    glenaid luch ina lín-sam;
    os me, du-fuit im lín chéin
    dliged ndoraid cu n-dronchéill.

     

    Fúachaid-sem fri freaga fál
    a rosc a nglése comlán;
    fúachimm chéin fri fégi fis
    mu rosc réil, cesu imdis.

     

    Fáelid-sem cu n-déne dul,
    hi nglen luch ina gérchrub;
    hi-tucu cheist n-doraid n-dil,
    os mé chene am fáelid.

     

    Cia beimini amin nach ré
    ní derban cách a chéle;
    mait le cechtar nár a dán
    subaigthiud a óenurán.

     

    Hé fesin as choimsid dáu
    in muid du-n-gní cach óenláu;
    do thabairt doraid du glé
    for mumud céin am messe.

     

    TRANSLATION:
    Myself and Pangur, cat and sage
    Go each about our business;
    I harass my beloved page,
    He his mouse.

    Fame comes second to the peace
    Of study, a still day
    Unenvying, Pangur's choice
    Is child's play.

    Neither bored, both hone
    At home a separate skill
    Moving after hours alone
    To the kill

    When at last his net wraps
    After a sly fight
    Around a mouse; mine traps
    Sudden insight.

    On my cell wall here,
    His sight fixes, burning,
    Searching; my old eyes peer
    At new learning,

    And his delight when his claws
    Close on his prey
    Equals mine when sudden clues
    Light my way.

    So we find by degrees
    Peace in solitude,
    Both of us, solitaries,
    Have each the trade

    He loves: Pangur, never idle
    Day or night
    Hunts mice; I hunt each riddle
    From dark to light.

     

  • 03:01 Lyrics
    No More Lullabies

    No More Lullabies

    No more lullabies now,
    So just close your eyes.
    Just close your eyes.
    At night, it's all black and white,
    So turn off the lights,
    Shut down the outside.
    Cos at any age, it's so beautifully strange
    To dream at all.
    It's taking the stage in my mental arrangement
    Of what I'd like to call home.
    In sleep, I dream of Japan,
    With colors more bold
    Than when you're awake.
    In mine, I see the Sandman
    In his pork-pie hat,
    The twin of Tom Waits.
    And while he's always dark and dreary,
    All I see is he's weak and weary, now.
    Cos at any age, it's so beautifully strange
    To dream at all.
    It's taking the stage in my mental arrangement
    Of what I'd like to call home.
    No more lullabies now,
    So just close your eyes.
    Just close your eyes.
  • 05:51 Lyrics
    Taladh Chriosta (The Christ-Child's Lullaby)

    Taladh Chriosta (The Christ-Child's Lullaby) 

    Mo ghaol, mo ghradh, a's m' fheudail thu, 
    M' ion'ntas ur a's n' eibhneas thu, 
    Mo mhacan aluinn ceutach thu, 
    Cha 'n fhiu mi fein bhi 'd dhail. 

    Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah. 

    Mo ghaol an t-sùil a sheallas tlath! 
    Mo ghaol an chridhe tha liont’ le gràdh! 
    Ged as leanabh Thu gun chàil, 
    Is lìonmhor buaidh tha ort a’ fàs. 

    Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah. 

    Ge d' is leanamh diblidh thu, 
    Cinnteach 's Righ nan Righrean thu. 
    'S tu 'n t-oighre dligheach, firinneach 
    Air Rioghachd Dhé nan gràs. 

    Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah, Aleluiah. 


    TRANSLATION: 

    My love, my love and my treasure are You, 
    My treasure and my joy are You, 
    My lovely, becoming son are You, 
    I'm not worthy of being near You. 

    My love whose eye has tender gaze! 
    My love whose heart is full of love! 
    Though you are a babe without fault, 
    You grow in victory. 

    Though You're a feeble baby for sure, 
    The King of Kings are You. 
    You're the rightful, true heir 
    Of the Kingdom of God of the graces.

NOTES
"Lullabies for Trying Times" is a collection of Gaelic and English lullaby songs, which Ross Crean created for his mother, Charleen, who passed away from Pancreatic Cancer in July of 2014. "My mother begged me for years to record a lullaby-type album," Crean said, "as did many of my friends who were having children. The only thing they all requested was that I make it listenable and interesting for them as adults, so I chose a few traditional favorites as well as composing a few original songs."

During the pre-production process, Ross' mother was diagnosed with terminal Pancreatic Cancer. "After my Mum's diagnosis, I knew immediately that I had to record 'Siúil A Rún'. She sang that song all the time when I was a baby, and it was my chance to pay her back with a gift of that song, so I did a version that she would have enjoyed." Charleen quickly succumbed to the cancer three weeks after her diagnosis. "All we could do was watch," Ross said, "and when she was close to the end, I was able to bring in a copy of the song, and let her hear it. At that point, she was very incoherent, but when I asked her if she wanted to hear the song, she said a very solid YES. I put the earphones in her ears and let it play. I saw tears, and I knew I had gotten it to her just in time. She was still in there, and above anything else, I was so grateful to have that last chance. She was always the first one to listen to my songs, and I was damned is she didn't get to hear that one."

Many of the songs on "Lullabies for Trying Times" are piano accompanied, but also included the drone-infused "Taladh Chriosta", the folk guitar driven "A Fighter's Lullaby" (originally written for the CHERUBS Organization, which helps raise funds for children with Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia disorder, also known as CDH), an orchestral accompanied version of the traditional song "Bheir Mé Ó", and the song "All Through the Night", in which Crean uses harp and clarinet to reflect the sense of innocence the words convey.

A tear-jerker here is the song "Madeleine", which tells the story of two inseparable 6-year-old children who were fighting leukemia at the children's hospital Ross volunteered. "Yes, some of these songs are sad in nature,"Ross said, "but I think those that know and hear the story are able to keep in perspective what an amazing connection these two kids had between them. When one was dying, the other one said, 'I'll be right behind you', and kept his promise, passing away two days later. You never expect children to say things like that, or even know how to console others. That's what made this pretty incredible to me."


BIO
Award-winning singer-songwriter and composer, Ross Crean, began his
professional career as an operatic Bass-Baritone, specializing in
avant-garde and 20th century classical music. A graduate of Illinois State
University in Music Theory/Composition, he has worked with Stephen Taylor,
Augusta Read Thomas, and Nancy Van de Vate. He began training in
several vocal styles in his teens, including rock, opera, sean-nos
(traditional Gaelic singing), and Indian and Middle Eastern vocal
ornamentation. Crean's three-octave range brought him several
opportunities to perform pieces that required considerable vocal
acrobatics. His emotionally-violent compositions "Missa Dementia", "The
Mysteries of Uncle Archibald", and "Xenophysius Obscura" brought the
composer/performer a lot of critical acclaim in Europe. By the age of 25,
he had performed with the Chicago, Toronto, San Francisco, and Moscow
Symphonies, as well as the Parisian Chamber Consort.

In 2005 Crean founded his own record label, Knight & Thorne Music, and has
performed worldwide as a solo artist, from the The Knitting Factory to
Carnegie Hall. His critically acclaimed albums "Blackwater" and "Lovers
and Other Kinds of Monsters" have been featured on Skope TV, Much Music,
Fuse TV, and Comcast OnDemand.

You can see and hear more of Ross Crean's work by going to www.rosscrean.com.