Enya's music is etherial and sometimes mesmerizing. Her angelic voice floats in and out of her unusual music now blending with the instruments, now floating above the notes like a feather on wind.

When I first heard Enya's music, it was part of the soundtrack on the movie Toys and I could not rest until I tracked down the owner of this most perfect voice that matched so wonderfully with this almost surrealistic sound.

Unfortuneately, in order to cut download time, I have decided to use the midi format of bringing Enya's music to you. This will deprive you of the pleasure of hearing her wonderful voice, but hopefully give you an appreciation of the rich texture of her music. Please Enjoy...

Hi-ri, Hi-ro, Hi-ri. Hoireann is O, ha hi, ra ha, ra ho ra. Hoireann is O, ha hi, ra ha, ra ha ra. Hi-ri, Hi-ra, Hi-ri. Saol na saol, Tús go deireadh. Tá muid beo Go deo. Saol na saol, Tús go deireadh. Tá muid beo Go deo. Hi-ri, Hi-ra, Hi-ri, Hoireann is O, ho hi, ra ha, ra ha ra. [ Repeat ]

Life of lives, Beginning to the end. We are alive Forever. Life of lives, Beginning to the end. We are alive Forever.

One look at love and you may see it weaves a web over mystery, all ravelled threads can rend apart for hope has a place in the lover's heart. Hope has a place in a lover's heart. Whispering world,a sigh of sighs, The ebb and the flow of the ocean tides. One breath, one word may end or may start a hope in a place of the lover's heart. Hope has a place in a lover's heart. Look to love you may dream, and if it should leave then give it wings. But if such a love is meant to be; Hope is home, and the heart is free Under the heavens we journey far, on roads of life we're the wanderers, So let love rise, so let love depart, Let hope have a place in the lover's heart. Hope has a place in a lover's heart. Look to love and you may dream, and if it should leave then give it wings. But if such a love is meant to be; Hope is home, and the heart is free. Hope is home, and the heart is free

Cursum perficio. Verbum sapienti: quo plus habent, eo plus cupiunt. Post nubila, Phoebus Iternum

I finish the course. A word to the wise: [1] the more [people] have, the more they want. After the clouds, Phoebus [2] [3] [4]

Cá fhad é ó [1] Cá fhad é ó Siúl trí [2] na stoirmeacha [3] Gabh trí na stoirmeacha [4] Cá fhad é ó Tús na stoirm Cá fhad é [5] Ó tús go deireadh Tóg do chroí Siúl trí na stoirmeacha Tóg do chroísa Gabh trí na stoirmeacha Turas mór Trom trí na Stoirmeacha Turas fada Amharc trí na stoirmeacha.

How long is it since How long is it since Walk through the storms Go through the storms How long is it since The start of the storm How long is it From beginning to end Lift your heart Walk through the storms Lift your heart! Go through the storms Great Journey Heavy, through the storms Long Journey Look through the storms

When the evening falls and the daylight is fading, from within me calls - could it be I am sleeping? For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely. close to home - I cannot say. close to home feeling so far away. As I walk the room there before me a shadow from another world, where no other can follow. carry me to my own, to where I can cross over... close to home - I cannot say. close to home feeling so far away. Forever searching; never right, I am lost in oceans of night. Forever hoping I can find memories. those memories I left behind. Even though I leave will I go on believing that this time is real - am I lost in this feeling? like a child passing through, never knowing the reason. I am home - I know the way. I am home - feeling oh, so far away.

My life goes on in endless song above earth's lamentations, I hear the real, though far-off hymn that hails a new creation. Through all the tumult and the strife I hear it's music ringing, It sounds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing? While though the tempest loudly roars, [1] I hear the truth, it liveth. And though the darkness 'round me close, songs in the night it giveth. No storm can shake my inmost calm, while to that rock I'm clinging. Since love is lord of heaven and earth how can I keep from singing? When tyrants tremble in their fear and hear their death knell ringing, when friends rejoice both far and near how can I keep from singing? In prison cell and dungeon vile our thoughts to them are winging, when friends by shame are undefiled how can I keep from singing?