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The flowing stream...
A shape of a woman on its shore
She’s washing my cloak
Which was stained by the clay of time
Her eyes are so sad and full of grief
A flow of tears running on her cheek
Her look tells me it all...
Soon it’ll be the time to leave
Three questions...
I still had in my confused mind
She answered to me
With the riddles of time
She took my hand...
Without saying a word to me...
...and we fell...
Into depths of the stream
Changing this all...it’s just an eternal dream
To raise the misty curtain of night
I take the key...which will set me free
That’s the final way I still could find
I’m waiting for my sweet Bhéan Sidhe
Who will take me into her realm of Hades
At the gate of flames they call me by my name
I’ll be one with fire...again
I’m falling...recalling my only lighter moments of life
I’m yearning...and dreaming of warm embrace of my childhood time
My darkened past uncovered
was buried in those shades of night
I heard the silent whispers
Which lulled me to eternal sleep
No more waiting...No more yearning...
Someone else will take my place
Bhéan Sidhe has returned
To the shore of Hades
A shape of a woman on its shore
She’s washing my cloak
Which was stained by the clay of time
A flow of tears running on her cheek
Her look tells me it all...
Soon it’ll be the time to leave
I still had in my confused mind
She answered to me
With the riddles of time
Without saying a word to me...
...and we fell...
Into depths of the stream
To raise the misty curtain of night
I take the key...which will set me free
That’s the final way I still could find
Who will take me into her realm of Hades
At the gate of flames they call me by my name
I’ll be one with fire...again
I’m yearning...and dreaming of warm embrace of my childhood time
was buried in those shades of night
I heard the silent whispers
Which lulled me to eternal sleep
Someone else will take my place
Bhéan Sidhe has returned
To the shore of Hades
Song Info
Submitted by
moondragon On Dec 14, 2001
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" In the Scottish Highlands and islands, the Bean-Nighe is the Little-Washer-by-the-Ford and the Washing Woman. She can be seen by the side of a burn or river washing bloodstains from the clothes of those about to die. She may have one nose and one monstrous tooth. A washing woman story was also collected in Banffshire by Peter Buchan, so it is not restricted to the Highlanders.(EoF) Briggs (author of the EoF) recommends reading a good account of the Bean-Nighe in Lewis Spence's book, The Fairy Tradition in Britain. The Bean-Nighe, pronounced Ben-neeyah (F) or ben-neeyeh (EoF) more or less, is the ghost of a woman who died in childbirth and is doomed to continue the task of foretelling doom by this bloody washing until the day she would normally have died. (F)(EoF) The name and characteristics vary according to locality. They agree that she is seen by desolate streams washing the blood-stained clothes of those about to die. She is small, generally dressed in green (a magical color), with red webbed feet. If a person sees her before she sees him, and comes between her and the water, she will grant three wishes. In another version of the above, she will answer three questions, but she asks three questions back which must be answered truly. Anyone bold enough to seize one of her hanging breasts and suckle it may claim to be her foster child and she will be favorable. Another version of the Bean-Nighe, more dangerous, is the Caointeach or "wailer" of Islay. She is more fierce and formidable. If interrupted, she strikes the person's legs with her wet linen, often causing the loss of the use of the limbs. "
"The Bean Nighe, the Washer at the Fords, is the Scottish version of the Irish Bean Sidhe (Banshee). She wanders near deserted streams where she washes the blood from the grave-clothes of those who are about to die. It is said that the Bean Nighe are the spirits of women who died giving birth, and are doomed to do this work until the day their lives would have normally ended.
A Bean Nighe is thought to have one nostril, one big protruding tooth, webbed feet and long hanging breasts. A mortal who is bold enough to sneak up to her while she is washing and suck her breast can claim to be her foster-child. He can then gain a wish from her.
The Washer of the Fords is sometimes known under the generic name of ban nighechain (little washerwoman) or nigheag na h-ath (little washer at the ford)."
Kick-ass song. I can't believe no one comments on ETOS!
goashem, or should i say eagle knows alot @_@