Enya's Orinoco Flow, but it's a Bardcore sea shanty

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Orinoco Flow, by Enya, but it's a bardcore sea shanty.

Good morrow! It has been a little while, I’m afraid, for I have been busy with work around the abbey as we prepare for Winter. But I humbly offer another song for you all, by none other than our ethereal Queen Enya herself. This piece prominently features the lovely voice of my brother Friar Funk, and has additional vocals by the other men in the family. Please try to smell the salt spray and feel the wind on your face, even if you’re stuck at home like me.

A small update regarding Spotify: Cornelius Link and I have signed on with Kartel Music Group, and his songs are already up on Spotify. (Have a listen! shorturl.at/bdDEI ) Mine are a bit more complex when it comes to legalities, so they will be taking somewhat longer, but I promise the ball is now rolling! Thank you for your patience.

Art: White Ship, Cotton Claudius D. ii, f. 45v. From the British Library.The gathering together of the fish and sea monsters. MS. Douce 134, fol. 42v. From the Bodleian Digital Library

Lyrics:
Let me sail, let me sail
Let the Volga river flow
Let me reach, let me beach
On the shores of Tripoli
Let me sail, let me sail
Let me crash upon thy shore
Let me reach, let me beach
Far beyond the Baltic Sea

Sail away, sail away, sail away

From Calais to Marseilles, in the shade of Avalon
From Bari to Tiree and to Thessaloniki
From Milan to Sidon hear the power of Babylon
From Paris to Dundee, far beneath the Celtic Sea

Sail away, sail away, sail away

From the North to the South
Ebudae into Khartoum
From the deep sea of clouds
To the island of the moon
Carry me on the waves
To lands I have never been
Carry me on the waves
To lands I have never seen

We can sail, we can sail
With the Volga river flow
We can sail, we can sail
(Sail away, Sail away, Sail away)
We can steer, we can near
With my hands upon the oar
We can sigh, say goodbye
To the life we knew before
We can sail, we can sail
(Sail away, Sail away, Sail away)

We can reach, we can beach
On the shores of Tripoli
We can sail, we can sail
(Sail away, Sail away, Sail away)
From Paris to Dundee, far beneath the Celtic Sea

Sail away, sail away, sail away