 | Curlew Street, Macleay Island land for sale. This beautiful 744 square metre block of cleared flat land is just back from the water and will have stunning views when you build up. In a highly sought after area. |
 | Curlews on Coochiemudlo Video taken from the back deck of Lamina Amore "Quirky Cottage" on Coochiemudlo Island - Qld |
 | Some Yellowstone Country Birds Photographer Mike Polkowske captured these images near Ashton, ID. |
 | Clifford T Ward ... Evening An opportunity to combine my love for my home island and the beauty of the music of CTW. A collection of odds 'n ends of island videos which I hope portrays even a small measure of feeling behind the song. Especially for my friend in Carlow...Pat J...whose encouraging words meant a lot...thank you. Sit back and drift away...the sunset clips were taken 10th Feb between 4.45pm and 5.15pm at St.Ninian's Bay...beautifully tranquil...a fitting end to the day. Sunset,sand,sea,no wind,curlews calling,ducks quacking...heavenly! You're in there somewhere also Cass!! Available for safe download as wmv.file for Windows Media Player ... http://www.4shared.com/file/40186935/5f61d7f4/Evening_2_0001.html Those few times good fortune came to call And all those days bad luck set in for keeps If there were one that I could re-arrange How much would I alter, how much would I change? I'll take an evening, best time of the day When the sun had gone, and the rain was settin' in That's my evening, one that's always there How I sat and wondered, why you said goodbye And left me here to fall. If all the light and love that we both shared Meant as much to you as they still mean to me Then all we need to set it all to rights Are just four words, and I'll be by your side. But there's still evening, best time of the day When the sun has gone, and the rain is settin' in It's still my evening, one I can't forget How I sit and wonder, why you shook your head And left me here to fall. |
 | Kathleen Ferrier, The Fairy Lough Lough-a-reem-a! Lough-a-reem-a; Lies so high among the heather; A little lough, a dark lough, The water's black an' deep. Ould herons go a-fishin' there, An' seagulls all together Float roun' the one green island On the fairy lough asleep, Lough-a-reem-a! Lough-a-reem-a; When the sun goes down at seven, When the hills are dark an' airy, 'Tis a curlew whistles sweet! Then somethin' rustles all the reeds That stand so thick an' even; A little wave runs up the shore An' flees, as if on feet. Lough-a-reem-a! Lough-a-reem-a; Stars come out, an' stars are hidin'; The wather whispers on the stones; The flittherin' moths are free. One'st before the mornin' light The Horsemen will come ridin' Roun' an' roun' the fairy lough And no one there to see. Sir Charles Villiers Standford (1852-1924) |
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