Chefane
The nearer the sea the stronger the stream
The stronger the stream the bolder the dream
The nearer the waves the louder the surf
Louder the surf and greater the joy!
Winding in the River!
Listen to the Roar of Storms!
Listen to the Roar of Gales!
Listen to the Hymns of Silence
Do you hear the Song of Songs?
Bringing tidings of Hope & tidings of Joy!
Tidings of Love & tidings of Peace!
From far burn Fires of Jubilation
From far calls Life’s Celebration
Hear the Song of Songs
Hear the Roars of Silence!
Blowing in the Wind & Singing in the Stream!
Winding in the River & Flowing to the Sea!
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Nearer the sea closer the dream
Nearer the waves stronger the stream
Stronger of salt
And fresher the breeze
Nearer the sand and nearer the sea!
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Her voice is joy her touch is home
Her eyes secrecy her spirit sanctity
She’s a breath of air
She’s a moonlit night
She’s a midnight dance
She’s a kiss of light
Her name is Beautiful her name is Miracle
Her name is Mystery her name is Victory!
Dawn
Bolder the hope bolder the dream
Nearer the vast nearer the blue
Love is the sky and passion the sun
Brave is our love brave is the faith
Crimson the dawn clover the morn
Softer
Brighter
The white falcon
White Surf
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
Watching the white foam roll them all back to me,
The days of my childhood I throw for the sea
Watch the white waves wash them all back for me
Wouldn’t it be good if clocks could be turned back in years
Oh how I wish we could re-live the laughter and tears!
The dreams of my childhood I throw for the sea
Watch the white surf drift them all back for me,
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
Watching the white waves carry them all back to me
The Force
The Force hammers the rocks,
The Force that breaks the waves
The Force drives the Pulse,
The Pulse that beats the Rhythm,
The Rhythm that pushes the tide
The Hand that holds the Force
Flings the moon,
The Force that knows the Fire,
The Fire that powers the locomotive
The Flame
Our love is alive, burning within
Our love is a flame, living within
Our love is a glow raging within
From a touch to desire
From a flush to a fever
A kiss to a fire,
Our love is a sigh crying inside,
Our love is a whisper, pleading inside
Our love is a longing screaming inside
The Storm
Can you hear the song of thunder?
Can you hear songs of storms?
Sing the song of thunder!
Sing the song of storms!
Song of storms of storms of songs
Storm of songs of songs of storms
Ride on Time ride on Time
Ride on Time Rider of the Storm!
Song of Storms Song of Thunder!
Song of Songs Storm of Storms!
The Redrobe!
Let your redrobe go
Let it go let your redrobe go!
Oh let the redrobe flow
Smile over your shoulder
Smile smile in your eyes
Turning turning madly
Swingin’ ‘round and ‘round
Let the redrobe flow!
Laugh with your eyes
And let the redrobe go!
Let your red-dress go-girl let your red-dress flow
Let the tambourines ring let the guitars sing!
Let the redrobe go-oh let the redrobe flow!
Flying flinging swinging turning winding spinning
Free-flowing-love flowing darlingbride around you!
Let the red-dress-girl let your red-dress swirl!
Let the red-dress fly let the red-dress swing
Let the redrobe oh-girl let your redrobe whirl!
Let your body flow
Let it go let your body go!
Let your body flow! Let the redrobe go!!
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Love of Loves Song of Songs!
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Bring Nolan to Chefane!
Comments
Nolan | February 8, 2010 - 17:48
As the hart panteth after the waterbrooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God!
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A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon
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Therefore with joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation
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As well as the singers as the players on instruments shall be there:
all my springs are in thee!
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Al my fonteine is in jou!
Nolan | May 25, 2010 - 15:00
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys
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Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold
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By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not
I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night
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My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks:
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely
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A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set
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Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed
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I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: he feedeth among the lilies.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me
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Who is she that looketh forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners?
Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave
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Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices!
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Nolan | May 26, 2010 - 17:38
Hoe mooi is u tog, my vriendin, hoe mooi is u tog, u oë soos duiwe deur u sluier heen
U het my hart gesteel, my susterbruid, u het my hart gesteel met een straal van u oë, met een kettinkie van u halssieraad
U is ‘n fontein van die tuine, ‘n put met lewende water wat van die Libanon afvloei
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Dra my soos ‘n seëlring op u hart, soos ‘n seëlring op u arm; want liefde is sterk soos die dood, die liefdes-ywer is so hard soos die doderyk
Ek is my beminde s’n, en sy begeerte is na my
Vlug, my beminde, en maak soos die gemsbok of die jong takbok op die balsemberge
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Nolan | February 13, 2011 - 21:12
Soos 'n hert wat smag na waterstrome, so smag my siel na U, o God!
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En Hy het strome laat uitgaan uit die rots en die waters laat afloop soos riviere
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'n Fontein van die tuine, 'n put met lewende water wat van die Libanon afvloei,
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Julle sal water skep met vreugde uit die fonteine van heil
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En die wat sing, sowel as die wat vrolik is, sê: Al my fonteine is in jou!
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