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Harry Potter and The Rising of the Moon
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I was singing 'Rising of the Moon' to myself when a story developed in mind about Harry Potter. Professor McGonagall was there in tabby cat form while London wizards celebrated the defeat of Voldemort. But what were the London cats doing?
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Marc Gunn is an Irish and Scottish folk singer with a strange affinity for Celtic ballads, drinking songs and cats, and he is the lead singer for the Brobdingna
Marc Gunn is an Irish and Scottish folk singer with a strange affinity for Celtic ballads, drinking songs and cats, and he is the lead singer for the Brobdingnagian Bards.
Song Info
Genre
World • Traditional Celtic
Charts
Peak #32
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
words by Marc Gunn, music traditional
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Marc Gunn
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April 02, 2008
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MP3 3.5 MB • 192 kbps • 2:31
Story behind the song
I got hit yesterday with the muse. I was singing "Rising of the Moon" to myself when a story developed in mind about Harry Potter. Professor McGonagall was there in tabby cat form while London wizards celebrated the defeat of Voldemort. But what were the London cats doing?
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"O come tell me Tom O'Feral, tell me why you hurry so." He coughed a hairball, hissed, fur glistened, and his whiskers wiggled low. I bear rumor from Godric's Hollow that You-Know-Who is through He killed James and Lily Potter, by the rising of the moon. By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon. He killed James and Lily Potter, by the rising of the moon. Then come tell me Tom O'Feral, where the gathering is to be Old Hagrid says on Privet Drive, muggles live there says he. But McGonagall and Dumbledore should meet Hagrid there soon On the doorstep of the Dursley's by the rising of the moon. By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon. On the doorstep of the Dursley's by the rising of the moon. Out from drain pipes, roofs and windows, golden eyes peered through the night Nay a paw was heard to shuffle, neath that amber street lamp light Rumors ran along the alleys, like the barn owls lowly croon And a hundred cats were gathered by the rising of the moon. By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon. And a hundred cats were gathered by the rising of the moon. On the corner of 4 Privet Drive, a tabby cat did stand, Then the lamp lights disappeared inside old Dumbledores right hand. A baby slept in Hagrid's arm when his motorcycle touched doon What will become of Harry Potter by the rising of the moon. By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon. What will become of Harry Potter by the rising of the moon. By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon. And hurrah, at last, for freedom, by the rising of the moon.
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ALEXIS PATRICK
Jan 28, 2008
Beautiful song, Marc....You have a beautifully hypnotic vibrato in your voice, as I listen to your music........and you have more songs than anyone else on S.C. :-))