White Night

I wrote the chords and melody for this song 5 years ago. It was gathering dust, until I decided to use the song for a Christmas song contest, so I wrote the lyrics that in mind, although I tried to avoid any direct references to Christmas or human culture around. Instead, I tried to have fable magic of winter in it... it was tough task to write, so the story may be a little mess, but I hope I manage to deliver even a tiny bit of that magic to you smile

BIAB provided, once again, great instruments for my arrangement. Unfortunately, another BIAB release without Bagpipes/Uilleann pipe RTs frown Wouldn't it be nice to have as many flute/pipe/wind instrument RTs as there are guitar RTs? Well, at least there was one new world instrument erhu which suits the song very well as the voice of the northern wind. I guess I have to overuse erhu as the bagpipe replacement during this year wink

I'm not quite sure about the correct bodhran pronunciation, but I used one suggestion I found (bow-ron)...

RealDrums:
BodhranCelticJig^2-Brushes
BodhranTradJig: a: Bodhran b: BodhranTradJig
Shaker68Nanigo[single]

RealTracks:
#1161:Bass, Acoustic, CelticJig Sw 110
#3915:Guitar, Acoustic, Rhythm ContradanceJig68 Sw 120
#1163:Guitar, Acoustic, Rhythm CelticJig Sw 110
#3543:Guitar, Acoustic, Rhythm CelticJig68Picking Sw 110
#2860:Guitar, Nylon, Rhythm Mariachi68 Sw 110
#2724:Guitar, Nylon, Fingerpicking PeruFestejo68Melodic Sw 120
#4381:Erhu, Background SimplePentatonic Ev 060
#3187:Fiddle, Soloist, CelticJigAndy Sw 110
#3766:Vibes, Rhythm PopSwing Sw 110

Vocals: Synthesizer V Natalie (lead), Synthesizer V Weina (lead+backing), Synthesizer V Asterian (backing)

Mixed in Cakewalk by BandLab

Lyrics:

The reindeers are restless
the wolves sowing fright
the pastures are petrified
in the polar night.
Gales are gathering
clouds are strengthening
crystals start scattering light.
Swirls in the skyline
a crow on a deadwood pine
wait for the wizard in white.

White is the night when winter comes
the change of season quiets the drums
hides the tracks of hunted preys
lightens up the darkest greys
slows the stream of vanishing days.
Calms the grieving piccolo
mutes the lonely trumpet blow
requiems now covered in snow.
White is the night when winter comes
the voice of the northern wind hums.

The fairies are fretful
the woods feeling blue
magic is mortified
hideaways are few.
Hardships confront a gnome
dreaming in monochrome
the softhearted underworld sound.
Tears of a leprechaun
are beating on his bodhran
breaking the spell that has been bound.

White is the night...

Yet no sign of a sled
but bells breaking the still
elves relish in red
head down the hill.
Beings joining the joy
myths, magic and glee
a rapt smile of a boy
chosen to see.
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Janne

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