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Old comb, Old comb!
Brush fine the tangled thoughts
Of the people who shall dwell in this house
Just as you have brushed my hair fine
When it was dirty with mud and grasses
Which mad it heavy and black.
May those stepping upon the chosen spot
Take in thoughts free from anger,
Their faces wearing no frown
So that there shall always be harmony
Like the smoothness of the deep river,
Like the peace of a night in May
Water,water in the earthen jar,
Bring the coolness of the forest spring,
The peace also of the old mountains,
And the softness of the wind amihan,
So that all who dwell under this roof
Shall have thoughts of frequent and tranquil
And receptive to reason
Wash the tounges of all that are vile
Cleanse the mind till it's immaculate
That every speech here from dawn till evening
May bring peace and contentment
During this day and for years and onward.
Burn brightly, light of enchantment,
Bless this new house with your sacred flame,
Whip back the shadows that surround the house
So ugly thoughts will not crowd the mind
Of men who shall shelter here.
Make bright the faces of the dwellers,
Make them see their errors, or reason,
So that understanding shall abide in them,
In their offspring and their offspring' s offspring
- by Sterra Sein |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/05/2010 |
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- Title: Housewarming Song
- Artist: Sterra Sein
- Description: an ancient Filipino Folk Song about indigenous tribes in the mountainous places in Philipines
- Date: 02/05/2010
- Tags: housewarming song
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