Is this what a social life is?

Funny thing it seems that although I'm spending more time on the computer than should be healthy for me, I'm feeling like more involved in some semblance of a social life. I'm reading and commenting on my friends' posts, chatting with them on MSN about...normally chattable things, arranging to go shopping with my friends, and all that. It's so weird...

"Skellig" lyrics

When I first bought Loreena McKennitt's Live in Paris and Toronto CD, I spent hours mulling over two verses of "Skellig," which lyrics were different on this live recording than they were on The Book of Secrets, and I couldn't figure out the altered lyrics! Well, now that it's 5 years later, I pick it up again to listen and the changed lyrics are as clear as a bell to my ears.

Original Lyrics

As sung on live recording

Light the candle, John The daylight is almost gone The birds have sung their last The bells call all to mass Sit here by my side For the night is very long There's something I must tell Before I pass along I joined the brotherhood Their books were all to me I scribed the words of God And much of history Many a year was I Perched out upon the sea The waves would wash my tears The wind my memory I'd hear the ocean breathe Exhale upon the shore I knew the tempest's blood Its wrath I would endure So the years went by Within my rocky cell With only a mouse or bird My friend, I loved them well And so it came to pass I'd come here to Romany And many a year it took 'Til I arrivèd here with thee On dusty roads I walked And over mountains high Through rivers running deep Beneath the endless sky Beneath these jasmine flowers Amidst these cypress trees I give you now my books And all their mysteries Now take the hourglass And turn it on its head When the sands are still 'Tis then you'll find me dead Oh light the candle, John The daylight is almost gone The birds have sung their last The bells call all to mass

Light the candle, John The daylight is almost gone The birds have sung their last The bells call all to mass Sit here by my side For the night is very long There's something I must tell Before I pass along I joined the brotherhood Its books were all to me I scribed the words of God And much of history 'Twas not my place to live This life of solitude Until the day there came The boat of the brotherhood I'd hear the ocean breathe Exhale upon the shore I knew the tempest's blood Its wrath I would endure And so the years went by Within my rocky cell With only a mouse or bird My friend, I loved them well And so it came to pass I'd come here to Romany And many a year it took 'Til I arrivèd here with thee On dusty roads I walked And over mountains high Through rivers running deep Beneath the endless sky Now beneath these jasmine flowers Amidst these cypress trees I give you now my books And all their mysteries Hearken, John, my word Let not these keys be lost The secrets lie within The writings of the past Oh light the candle, John The daylight is almost gone The birds have sung their last The bells call all to mass