shi•mon, shaman, sha•mo•ning •…

Are you casting some autumn magic spell???? Beautiful photo of you Mo!!! Well of course what photo wouldn't be beautiful with you in it??? :-D

wooo .. wanna see me red all over, sherry ?
would fit to the seanson's colouring :)
thank you dear ! hugs again...

:-D just being honest :-D you are welcome O' beautiful one! :-D hugs HUGS HUGGGSSSSS to you!!!

I want to buy the same camera, so I could shoot the same photo with such wonderful colours !
Is it a version of Chim Chiminey Chim Chim Cheree ?

"Chim Chiminey Chim Chim Cheree" is that a shamane song or is it from this musical - i forgot the name... grrr . dis moi, stp !

Mais oui, this is from the cabbalistic love story of Mary Poppinskaya and the Golem.

spielkind!! :-)))

immer ! gib's doch zu du auch, stimmt's mona ? :)

colourful .. and nice shot.

yes, i'm trying to not lose the colours
while it's getting cold and grey outside

tu es donc l'hirondelle qui distribue les feuilles d'or.
belle photo.

tu es donc le passionate one...
belle photo, pfff

merci for your passionate words

gorgeous colors, gorgeous you!! this is lovely!!

gorgeous is the one writing me... thanks lovely !!

Steeleye Span: The Twelve Witches

[Trad. arr. Hart / Prior / Knight / Johnson / Kemp]

This melodic and rhythmic track is a variation of the children game “Ten little Indians” using witches just for a change. Steeleye Span recorded it for the last album with their “classic” line-up, Rocket Cottage.
Lyrics

Oh there were twelve witches bold
And they lived in the North,
And their equals were not seen
On the face of the Earth.

The first witch, with her hand,
The storm could hush,
And the second witch could stop
All the torrents rush.

And the third witch, she could strike
Upon the golden lyre,
And she charmed both young and old
Into the dancing fire.

Chorus:
|: Rowan tree, red thread,
Hold the witches all in dread. :|

The fourth witch she could dive
In the sea as a fish,
And the fifth witch she never wanted
Any meat on a dish.

And now the next witch go
Under the earth could she,
And the seventh witch could dance
Upon the rolling sea.

And the eighth witch on her horn
She would blow a blast,
And everyone who heard
Would shudder and stand aghast.

Chorus

Oh the ninth witch she tamed all
That in the greenwood crept,
And the tenth witch, not a nap
She had ever slept.

The eleventh witch, the grisly
Lindworm bound,
And the twelfth witch she could all
Things understand.

And these twelve witches bold,
They all lived in the North,
And their equals were not seen
On the face of the Earth.

Chorus (repeat and fade)

from: Steeleye Span: The Twelve Witches

great song you found, thanks ! and which witch do you want me to be than ?
guess i like the ninth, hehe :)

3rd?
but instead of the lyre, you take the camera and bewitch me/us/everybody!

could be... but only sometimes :P

not sometimes, mostly! ;-PP

Marvelous colors indeed - nice shot, nice person too!;-)

this nice person is blushing...
good though, fitts to the colours of the season.
thanks helmut !

lovely photo and such great colors!

merci :)

hello lady, nice job and the song about which es is good too

hello and thanks

i love your colours!