To Drive the Cold Winter Away

by Gian Castello

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Tunes and songs of darkness, light and enchantment


released December 1, 2011

Gian Castello: tin whistle, dulcimer, concert flute, guitar, bodhran, arrangements
Devon MacGillivray: fiddle, vocals
Marco Canepa: keyboards, arrangements, mixing
Paul Gurney: guitar
Recorded live at studio by Marco Canepa (Italy) and Paul Gurney (Ireland)



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Gian Castello Drumshanbo, Ireland

Gian Castello studied Irish flute with various Irish teachers (John Lee, Donegal, and legendary Micho Russell, Clare).
He has produced four concept albums ("Merlin the Enchanter", "Taliesin", "The Secret Kingdoms", "Rama, the primordial Druid"), one CD ("The Stone in the Field") with the English harper Steve Haggerty and "To Drive the Cold Winter Away", Italian/Irish production.
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Track Name: Song of Quietness (instrumental)
Thank you Wind, you gave me my searching spirit.
Thank you Water, you gave me my watchful sense.
Thank you Fire, you gave my radiant spirit.
Thank you Wind and Fire and Water.
Thank you sacred Oak, underneath your green
my restless soul is calmed.
Thank you Wind, and Fire, and Water, and Oak tree.
Track Name: To Drive the Cold Winter Away
All hail to the days that merit more praise
Than all the rest of the year,
And welcome the nights that double delights
As well for the poor as the peer!
Good fortune attend each merry man's friend,
That doth but the best that he may;
Forgetting old wrongs, with carols and songs,
To drive the cold winter away.
'Tis ill for a mind to anger inclined
To think of small injuries now;
If wrath be to seek do not lend her thy cheek
Nor let her inhabit thy brow.
Cross out of thy books malevolent looks,
Both beauty and youth's decay,
And wholly consort with mirth and with sport
To drive the cold winter away.
This time of the year is spent in good cheer,
And neighbours together do meet
To sit by the fire, with friendly desire,
Each other in love to greet;
Old grudges forgot are put in the pot,
All sorrows aside they lay;
The old and the young doth carol this song
To drive the cold winter away.
When Christmas's tide come in like a bride
With holly and ivy clad,
Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer
In every household is had;
The country guise is then to devise
Some gambols of Christmas play,
Whereat the young men do best that they can
To drive the cold winter away.
Track Name: 09 Scarborough Fair-Greensleeves (What child is this)
What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary’s lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet
While shepherds watch are keeping?
This, this is Christ the King
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh
Come peasant, king to own Him.
The King of kings salvation brings
Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
Raise, raise, the song on high
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy, for Christ is born
The Babe, the Son of Mary!
Track Name: Skye Boat Song
[Chorus:] Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand on the shore,
Follow they will not dare.


Many's the lad fought on that day,
Well the Claymore did wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field.


Though the waves leap, soft will ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.
Track Name: Tam Lin jig
"O I forbid you, maidens a',
That wear gowd on your hair,
To come or gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there."

opening verse of Tam Lin, Child Ballad 39A

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Track Name: My Love's in Germany (instrumental)
Oh, my love's in Germany, Send him hame, send him hame,
Oh, my love's in Germany, Send him hame.
Oh, my love's in Germany,
Lang leagues 0' land and sea
Frae Westrey and frae me, Send him hame, send him hame.
Oh, my love's in Germany, Send him hame.

Oh, weary fa' the war, Send him hame, send him hame,
That tysed my love sae rar, Send him hame.
Oh, were he hame again,
How blythe we'd be and rain,
But he's rar ayont the main, Send him hame, send him hame.
Oh, my love's in Germany, Send him hame.

Oh, wad some birdie say, Send him hame, send him hame,
To my sodger far away, Send him hame.
How lonely sighs his May,
Conntin' year and month and day,
For oh! her heart is wae, Send him hame, send him hame.
Oh, my love's in Germany, Send him hame.