Sarah Curtis - The Lost Words Blessing - A song by Julie Fowlis - (Cover) [YhK6lsAIgNO]
🌿 The Lost Words Blessing — Cover by Sarah Curtis 🎻 Featuring Ishtara Veen (Viola Improvisation) 📍 Recorded Live at The United Reformed Church, Glastonbury 📅 Friday 4 July 2025 This live performance of The Lost Words Blessing is a tribute to renewal — of words, of wildness, and of spirit. Set in the sacred town of Glastonbury, with its deep-rooted mythos and ancient rhythms, the song takes on new life as a call to remember and re-enchant the natural world. Joined by the luminous improvisations of Ishtara Veen on viola. Inspired by Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris's The Lost Words, the piece speaks to fading names and vanishing species — inviting listeners to speak them aloud, and in doing so, summon them back into presence. It’s a gentle but urgent blessing wrapped in sound. 🌾✨ 🎵 Fun Fact: The Lost Words Blessing was originally created as part of a crowdfunding campaign to bring the book The Lost Words into UK schools. The song itself is composed from the spells and poetic language of the book — transforming lost nature words like “acorn,” “wren,” and “willow” into lyrical blessings. It was recorded by a supergroup of folk artists including Karine Polwart, Julie Fowlis, and Kris Drever, and is beloved by teachers, conservationists, and daydreamers alike. 🌿✨ 📌 If this song resonated with you, please consider subscribing for free to my channel for more music inspired by nature, spirit, and storytelling — it truly helps support my creative journey. 💚 The Lost Words Blessing - Lyrics Enter the wild with care, my love And speak the things you see Let new names take and root and thrive and grow And even as you travel far from heather, crag and river May you like the little fisher, set the stream alight with glitter May you enter now as otter without falter into water Look to the sky with care, my love And speak the things you see Let new names take and root and thrive and grow And even as you journey on past dying stars exploding Like the gilded one in flight, leave your little gifts of light And in the dead of night my darling, find the gleaming eye of starling Like the little aviator, sing your heart to all dark matter Walk through the world with care, my love And sing the things you see Let new names take and root and thrive and grow And even as you stumble through machair sands eroding Let the fern unfurl your grieving, let the heron still your breathing Let the selkie swim you deeper, oh my little silver-seeker Even as the hour grows bleaker, be the singer and the speaker And in city and in forest, let the larks become your chorus And when every hope is gone, let the raven call you home