Quotes from Neil Philip

FIREFLY SONG Flittering white-fire insect! Wandering white-fire bug! Weave little stars about my bed! Weave little stars into my sleep! Come, little dancing white-fire bug! Come, little flitting white-fire beast! Light me with your white-flame magic, Your little star-torch. Ojibwa

DON'T CRY Dear one, don't cry. The stars are shining, Shining with power, Up in the sky! Pawnee

THE CLOUD-CRADLE This little baby was given life. Prayers were sung to make him strong. Then his mother asked the rain gods To look after him, his whole life long. Then she set him in a cloud-cradle, So that nothing could go wrong. Safe as the sky in a cradle of clouds, While mother watches and sings this song. Acoma

UtnapiÅŸtim, G?lgam??'a yaÅŸl? bir insan? gençleÅŸtiren bir bitkinin varl???ndan bahsetti. G?lgam?? bu bitkiyi ald? ama y?lan?n biri bitkiyi çal?p yedi. Babilliler y?lanlar?n bu yüzden derilerini döküp gençleÅŸtiÄŸini fakat insanlar?n yaÅŸlan?p öldüÄŸünü söylerler.

Kafkas DaÄŸlar?'nda bir kayaya zincirlenen Prometheus, her gece dev bir kartal taraf?ndan ziyaret edilir ve ciÄŸeri gagalanarak sökülüp al?n?rd?; Zeus ise her gün ciÄŸerini yeniler, böylece iÅŸkence asla son bulmazd?.

SHE WILL GATHER ROSES This little girl Was born to gather roses, Wild roses. This little girl Was born to glean the rice, Wild rice. This little girl Was born to pick strawberries, Blueberries, elderberries, All the wild berries. This little girl Was born to gather roses, Wild roses. Tsimshian

THE LAND OF DREAMS Sleep, sleep, It will carry you Into the land of wonderful dreams. The future is waiting for you there— Your future, And your family. Yuma