Riverdance: Live à l'Arena de Genève (2001) - full transcript
The thrilling Riverdance show live from Geneva.
(lively music)
(gentle music)
- [Narrator] Out of the dark we came, out of the sea,
when a long wave broke on the shore.
As the day broke and the night rolled back,
there we stood on the land we would call home.
Out of the dark we came,
out of the night,
the first of many mornings in this new place.
When the sun rolled back the mist,
we rose like a strong wave on land.
Now we were the people of this place.
What burns through the rain and mist?
What banishes dark?
What makes the children straight and bright?
What makes the mountain sharp?
The sun is our lord and father,
bright face at the gate of day,
comfort of home, cattle, and crop,
Lord of the Morning, Lord of the Day.
Lifting our hearts, we sing his praise,
dance in his healing rays.
("Reel Around the Sun")
(audience applauding and cheering)
("Reel Around the Sun")
♪ Where the river foams and surges to the sea ♪
♪ Silver figures rise to find me ♪
♪ Wise and as daring
♪ Following the heart's cry
♪ I am that deep pool
♪ I am that dark spring
♪ Warm with a mystery
♪ I may reveal to you
♪ In time
♪ Time holds the heart's key
♪ Key to everything is love
♪ Love makes the heart flower
♪ Flowers into a deep desire
♪ Passion in the heart's fire
♪ Passion and desire
♪ See the eagle rise above the open plain ♪
♪ Golden in the morning air
♪ Weaving and soaring
♪ Watchful and protecting
♪ I am your shelter
♪ I will enfold you
♪ Warm with a mystery
♪ I may reveal to you
♪ In time
♪ Time holds the heart's key
♪ Key to everything is love
♪ Love makes the heart flower
♪ Flowers into a deep desire
♪ Passion in the heart's fire
♪ Passion and desire
("Countless Cathleen, Women of the Sidhe")
(audience applauding)
(audience applauding)
("Countless Cathleen, Women of the Sidhe")
(audience applauding)
- [Narrator] Chulainn is dead.
Our great Cuhlainn.
He was a shield of bronze, a wall of stone.
He was a spear of light, a watcher in high places,
a rock in the river.
He was the sun of morning, he was a fire at night.
He was a powerful story.
He was lightning in forest,
a sudden storm, a short life.
("Caoineadh Chu Chulainn")
(audience applauding)
Thunder and lightning batter the rocks.
The winds howl, (wind howling)
and great storms break on the forest,
scatter the herds like grain.
Fire leaps from dark to dark. (thunder rumbling)
Fear and anger leap to meet it.
We will not go down.
We will not be beaten down like grain.
("Thunderstorm")
- Hey!
(dancers shouting)
(dancer shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(audience applauding)
(ominous music)
- [Narrator] I Sweeney, lost, bereft.
I was the land and the land was me.
Tall and straight I walked in the world,
but Bell and Cross banished my comfort.
Ragged and bruised I flee from branch to branch.
The thorns scourge me.
I have no peace by night or day.
("Shivna")
(chorus singing in foreign language)
(audience applauding)
("Firedance")
(audience applauding)
("Slip into Spring, The Harvest")
(audience applauding)
(audience applauding and cheering)
("Cloudsong")
♪ Hear my cry
♪ In my hungering search for you ♪
♪ Taste my breath on the wind
♪ See the sky as it mirrors my colors ♪
♪ Hints and whispers begin
♪ I am living to nourish you, cherish you ♪
♪ I am pulsing the blood in your veins ♪
♪ Feel the magic and power of surrender ♪
♪ To life, Uisce Beatha
♪ Every finger is touching and searching ♪
♪ Until your secrets come out
♪ In the dance, as it endlessly circles ♪
♪ I linger close to your mouth
♪ I am living to nourish you, cherish you ♪
♪ I am pulsing the blood in your veins ♪
♪ Feel the magic and power of surrender ♪
♪ To life, Uisce Beatha
("Riverdance")
(audience applauding and cheering)
(melancholy music)
- [Narrator] No life is forever.
We found a fort here.
We loved and died here.
Wave after wave, the sea of time beats against every shore.
We have seen smoke of war climb from our fields of grain,
a stain over the sun.
The crops wither.
The bones of hunger walked the sunken roads
in the black rain of ruin.
Whole generations lift now to depart.
The land has failed us.
The dark soldiers appear against us.
In dance and song, we gift and mourn our children.
They carry us over the ocean in dance and song.
(audience cheering)
("American Wake, The Nova Scotia Set")
(dancers cheering)
(audience applauding)
("Lift the Wings")
♪ How can the small flowers grow ♪
♪ If the wild winds blow
♪ And the cold snow is all around ♪
♪ Where will the frail birds fly ♪
♪ If their homes on high
♪ Have been torn down to the ground ♪
♪ Lift the wings that carry me away from here ♪
♪ And fill the sail that breaks the line to home ♪
♪ But when I'm miles and miles apart from you ♪
♪ I'm beside you when I think of you ♪
♪ A Stoirin a Gra
♪ How can a tree stand tall
♪ If the rain won't fall
♪ To wash its branches down
♪ How can the heart survive
♪ Can it stay alive
♪ If its love's denied for long ♪
♪ Lift the wings that carry me away from here ♪
♪ And fill the sail that breaks the line to home ♪
♪ When I'm miles and miles apart from you ♪
♪ I'm beside you when I think of you, a Stoirin ♪
♪ And I'm with you as I dream of you, a Stoirin ♪
♪ And this song will bring me near to you ♪
♪ A Stoirin a Gra
(audience applauding)
("American Wake, The Nova Scotia Set")
(dancers clapping rhythmically)
(audience applauding)
("Heal Their Hearts")
- [Narrator] Dawn, and the ships are leaving.
A lover's grief is lifting on the tide,
and hearts too young for sorrow torn asunder.
The cruel ocean's deep and dark and wide.
Out of the night we come.
Out of the sea.
On a new shore, lights blaze in the dawn.
Motherless, fatherless, torn from our homes,
we bring tears to this land.
We must make our own.
♪ In the deep night
♪ From a dark space
♪ I hear voices calling out in heartache ♪
♪ They are wounded
♪ They are broken
♪ But their spirit rises when awoken ♪
♪ Yes, they may be poor in birth ♪
♪ But yes, how great each one is worth ♪
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
♪ In their dreamtimes
♪ In their vision
♪ How they always hunger after freedom ♪
♪ Every hard load
♪ Every dark road
♪ Leads them on to reach a new horizon ♪
♪ Yes, they may be poor in birth ♪
♪ But yes, how great each one is worth ♪
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
♪ Lord, where is our freedom
♪ When will our hope begin
♪ Lord, what of the promise you made ♪
♪ When will it come
♪ We have waited for the time
♪ For the truth to live, when justice will shine ♪
♪ Too long those hands of greed ♪
♪ Held on and made us bleed
♪ When will your people breathe ♪
♪ Lord, will it come
♪ Lord, what of our children
♪ Will they always depend on you ♪
♪ Lord, why are they scattered and torn ♪
♪ And their young hearts in chains ♪
♪ How they hunger for liberty
♪ Feel their hatred of poverty
♪ Let their spirits rise, soaring free ♪
♪ Lord, let it come
♪ Our day will come
♪ Lord, where is our freedom
♪ When will our hope begin
♪ Lord, what of the promise you made ♪
♪ When will it come
♪ When will it come
♪ We have waited for the time
♪ For the truth to live
♪ And justice will shine
♪ And Lord, your justice to shine ♪
♪ Too long those hands of greed ♪
♪ Held on and made us bleed
♪ When will your people breathe ♪
♪ When will your people breathe ♪
♪ Lord, will it come
♪ When will it come
♪ When will your people breathe ♪
♪ When will your people breathe ♪
♪ Lord, let it come
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
♪ Lord, where is our freedom
(audience applauding)
("Trading Taps")
- [Narrator] Tall and straight, my mother taught me.
This is how we dance.
Tall and straight, my father taught me.
This is how we dance.
Battering feet on the city street
in pools of light on street corners,
the proud, bright carnival of the poor.
- Yeah!
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
- Come on!
(dancer cheering)
(audience applauding)
- Yeah, baby!
- Oh, oh!
(audience cheering and applauding)
- Come on, man!
(dancers cheering)
(audience applauding)
(dancer cheering)
(audience laughing)
(audience applauding)
(audience laughing and applauding)
- Whoa!
(dancers cheering)
(audience applauding)
(dancers cheering)
(audience whistling and cheering)
(audience laughing)
(audience applauding)
(dancers cheering)
(dancers cheering)
(dancer cheering)
(audience applauding)
("Trading Taps")
(audience applauding and cheering)
("Trading Taps")
(soft music)
- [Narrator] Over the rooftops, the music calling.
The air familiar, but not our own.
Like something out of a storybook,
somebody dancing to the memory of snow.
("Macedonian Morning")
(audience applauding)
("Marta's Dance, The Russian Dervish")
(audience applauding)
("Andalucia")
(audience applauding)
("Ri Ra, Oscail an Doras")
(chorus singing in foreign language)
(audience applauding)
("Slow Air")
And after all, the moon over city and forest
is everywhere the same.
And the old land still gives us fields of grain,
just as it does here.
The rivers everywhere run down to the sea,
and the land everywhere takes life from the river.
Tomorrow, the sun will rise on plains of gold.
My heart will heal.
Here on a new shore, I raise my head,
the new step hammering through the memory of the old.
It is all a journey, from one land to the next,
from one life to another,
remaking ourselves always under the same sun and moon.
A generation later, that immigrant's child
stands for the first time on the old land,
familiar yet strange.
A bittern weaves its music over the mountain,
memory rich in song.
The heart come home.
("The Tunes")
(audience clapping rhythmically)
(audience member whistling)
(bodhran player cheering)
(audience applauding and cheering)
("The Tunes")
(audience clapping rhythmically)
(audience applauding and cheering)
("Home and the Heartland")
♪ High in the sky through the clouds and rain ♪
♪ Every familiar field seems like an old friend ♪
♪ When every hand that you shake is like a warm embrace ♪
♪ Could only be one sweet place ♪
♪ Home and the heartland
♪ Sing out your songs
♪ And ring out your stories and rhymes ♪
♪ Weave from your dreams
♪ The mystical dances that lead us to ♪
♪ Bind in heart and mind
♪ As we circle the world with our wandering airs ♪
♪ Gathering here and there, leaving behind our share ♪
♪ Like the leaves in the wind, they are blown along ♪
♪ Melodies rising from
♪ Home and the heartland
♪ Sing out your songs
♪ And ring out your stories and rhymes ♪
♪ Weave from your dreams
♪ The mystical dances that lead us to ♪
♪ Bind in heart and mind
(audience applauding)
("Riverdance Finale")
(audience members whistling)
(dancer shouting)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(audience members cheering)
(audience members whistling)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(chorus singing in foreign language)
(audience clapping rhythmically)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(gentle music)
♪ Yes, they may be poor in birth ♪
♪ But yes, how great each one is worth ♪
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
(audience applauding and cheering)
(lively music)
(audience and chorus clapping rhythmically)
(audience cheering)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(lively music)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(cast and audience clapping rhythmically)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(cast and audience clapping rhythmically)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(lively percussion music)
(audience cheering and applauding)
("Riverdance Finale")
(audience cheering and applauding)
("Riverdance Finale")
(audience cheering and applauding)
("Riverdance Finale")
(audience cheering and applauding)
(audience cheering and applauding)
(gentle music)
- [Narrator] Out of the dark we came, out of the sea,
when a long wave broke on the shore.
As the day broke and the night rolled back,
there we stood on the land we would call home.
Out of the dark we came,
out of the night,
the first of many mornings in this new place.
When the sun rolled back the mist,
we rose like a strong wave on land.
Now we were the people of this place.
What burns through the rain and mist?
What banishes dark?
What makes the children straight and bright?
What makes the mountain sharp?
The sun is our lord and father,
bright face at the gate of day,
comfort of home, cattle, and crop,
Lord of the Morning, Lord of the Day.
Lifting our hearts, we sing his praise,
dance in his healing rays.
("Reel Around the Sun")
(audience applauding and cheering)
("Reel Around the Sun")
♪ Where the river foams and surges to the sea ♪
♪ Silver figures rise to find me ♪
♪ Wise and as daring
♪ Following the heart's cry
♪ I am that deep pool
♪ I am that dark spring
♪ Warm with a mystery
♪ I may reveal to you
♪ In time
♪ Time holds the heart's key
♪ Key to everything is love
♪ Love makes the heart flower
♪ Flowers into a deep desire
♪ Passion in the heart's fire
♪ Passion and desire
♪ See the eagle rise above the open plain ♪
♪ Golden in the morning air
♪ Weaving and soaring
♪ Watchful and protecting
♪ I am your shelter
♪ I will enfold you
♪ Warm with a mystery
♪ I may reveal to you
♪ In time
♪ Time holds the heart's key
♪ Key to everything is love
♪ Love makes the heart flower
♪ Flowers into a deep desire
♪ Passion in the heart's fire
♪ Passion and desire
("Countless Cathleen, Women of the Sidhe")
(audience applauding)
(audience applauding)
("Countless Cathleen, Women of the Sidhe")
(audience applauding)
- [Narrator] Chulainn is dead.
Our great Cuhlainn.
He was a shield of bronze, a wall of stone.
He was a spear of light, a watcher in high places,
a rock in the river.
He was the sun of morning, he was a fire at night.
He was a powerful story.
He was lightning in forest,
a sudden storm, a short life.
("Caoineadh Chu Chulainn")
(audience applauding)
Thunder and lightning batter the rocks.
The winds howl, (wind howling)
and great storms break on the forest,
scatter the herds like grain.
Fire leaps from dark to dark. (thunder rumbling)
Fear and anger leap to meet it.
We will not go down.
We will not be beaten down like grain.
("Thunderstorm")
- Hey!
(dancers shouting)
(dancer shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(audience applauding)
(ominous music)
- [Narrator] I Sweeney, lost, bereft.
I was the land and the land was me.
Tall and straight I walked in the world,
but Bell and Cross banished my comfort.
Ragged and bruised I flee from branch to branch.
The thorns scourge me.
I have no peace by night or day.
("Shivna")
(chorus singing in foreign language)
(audience applauding)
("Firedance")
(audience applauding)
("Slip into Spring, The Harvest")
(audience applauding)
(audience applauding and cheering)
("Cloudsong")
♪ Hear my cry
♪ In my hungering search for you ♪
♪ Taste my breath on the wind
♪ See the sky as it mirrors my colors ♪
♪ Hints and whispers begin
♪ I am living to nourish you, cherish you ♪
♪ I am pulsing the blood in your veins ♪
♪ Feel the magic and power of surrender ♪
♪ To life, Uisce Beatha
♪ Every finger is touching and searching ♪
♪ Until your secrets come out
♪ In the dance, as it endlessly circles ♪
♪ I linger close to your mouth
♪ I am living to nourish you, cherish you ♪
♪ I am pulsing the blood in your veins ♪
♪ Feel the magic and power of surrender ♪
♪ To life, Uisce Beatha
("Riverdance")
(audience applauding and cheering)
(melancholy music)
- [Narrator] No life is forever.
We found a fort here.
We loved and died here.
Wave after wave, the sea of time beats against every shore.
We have seen smoke of war climb from our fields of grain,
a stain over the sun.
The crops wither.
The bones of hunger walked the sunken roads
in the black rain of ruin.
Whole generations lift now to depart.
The land has failed us.
The dark soldiers appear against us.
In dance and song, we gift and mourn our children.
They carry us over the ocean in dance and song.
(audience cheering)
("American Wake, The Nova Scotia Set")
(dancers cheering)
(audience applauding)
("Lift the Wings")
♪ How can the small flowers grow ♪
♪ If the wild winds blow
♪ And the cold snow is all around ♪
♪ Where will the frail birds fly ♪
♪ If their homes on high
♪ Have been torn down to the ground ♪
♪ Lift the wings that carry me away from here ♪
♪ And fill the sail that breaks the line to home ♪
♪ But when I'm miles and miles apart from you ♪
♪ I'm beside you when I think of you ♪
♪ A Stoirin a Gra
♪ How can a tree stand tall
♪ If the rain won't fall
♪ To wash its branches down
♪ How can the heart survive
♪ Can it stay alive
♪ If its love's denied for long ♪
♪ Lift the wings that carry me away from here ♪
♪ And fill the sail that breaks the line to home ♪
♪ When I'm miles and miles apart from you ♪
♪ I'm beside you when I think of you, a Stoirin ♪
♪ And I'm with you as I dream of you, a Stoirin ♪
♪ And this song will bring me near to you ♪
♪ A Stoirin a Gra
(audience applauding)
("American Wake, The Nova Scotia Set")
(dancers clapping rhythmically)
(audience applauding)
("Heal Their Hearts")
- [Narrator] Dawn, and the ships are leaving.
A lover's grief is lifting on the tide,
and hearts too young for sorrow torn asunder.
The cruel ocean's deep and dark and wide.
Out of the night we come.
Out of the sea.
On a new shore, lights blaze in the dawn.
Motherless, fatherless, torn from our homes,
we bring tears to this land.
We must make our own.
♪ In the deep night
♪ From a dark space
♪ I hear voices calling out in heartache ♪
♪ They are wounded
♪ They are broken
♪ But their spirit rises when awoken ♪
♪ Yes, they may be poor in birth ♪
♪ But yes, how great each one is worth ♪
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
♪ In their dreamtimes
♪ In their vision
♪ How they always hunger after freedom ♪
♪ Every hard load
♪ Every dark road
♪ Leads them on to reach a new horizon ♪
♪ Yes, they may be poor in birth ♪
♪ But yes, how great each one is worth ♪
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
♪ Lord, where is our freedom
♪ When will our hope begin
♪ Lord, what of the promise you made ♪
♪ When will it come
♪ We have waited for the time
♪ For the truth to live, when justice will shine ♪
♪ Too long those hands of greed ♪
♪ Held on and made us bleed
♪ When will your people breathe ♪
♪ Lord, will it come
♪ Lord, what of our children
♪ Will they always depend on you ♪
♪ Lord, why are they scattered and torn ♪
♪ And their young hearts in chains ♪
♪ How they hunger for liberty
♪ Feel their hatred of poverty
♪ Let their spirits rise, soaring free ♪
♪ Lord, let it come
♪ Our day will come
♪ Lord, where is our freedom
♪ When will our hope begin
♪ Lord, what of the promise you made ♪
♪ When will it come
♪ When will it come
♪ We have waited for the time
♪ For the truth to live
♪ And justice will shine
♪ And Lord, your justice to shine ♪
♪ Too long those hands of greed ♪
♪ Held on and made us bleed
♪ When will your people breathe ♪
♪ When will your people breathe ♪
♪ Lord, will it come
♪ When will it come
♪ When will your people breathe ♪
♪ When will your people breathe ♪
♪ Lord, let it come
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
♪ Lord, where is our freedom
(audience applauding)
("Trading Taps")
- [Narrator] Tall and straight, my mother taught me.
This is how we dance.
Tall and straight, my father taught me.
This is how we dance.
Battering feet on the city street
in pools of light on street corners,
the proud, bright carnival of the poor.
- Yeah!
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
(dancers shouting)
- Come on!
(dancer cheering)
(audience applauding)
- Yeah, baby!
- Oh, oh!
(audience cheering and applauding)
- Come on, man!
(dancers cheering)
(audience applauding)
(dancer cheering)
(audience laughing)
(audience applauding)
(audience laughing and applauding)
- Whoa!
(dancers cheering)
(audience applauding)
(dancers cheering)
(audience whistling and cheering)
(audience laughing)
(audience applauding)
(dancers cheering)
(dancers cheering)
(dancer cheering)
(audience applauding)
("Trading Taps")
(audience applauding and cheering)
("Trading Taps")
(soft music)
- [Narrator] Over the rooftops, the music calling.
The air familiar, but not our own.
Like something out of a storybook,
somebody dancing to the memory of snow.
("Macedonian Morning")
(audience applauding)
("Marta's Dance, The Russian Dervish")
(audience applauding)
("Andalucia")
(audience applauding)
("Ri Ra, Oscail an Doras")
(chorus singing in foreign language)
(audience applauding)
("Slow Air")
And after all, the moon over city and forest
is everywhere the same.
And the old land still gives us fields of grain,
just as it does here.
The rivers everywhere run down to the sea,
and the land everywhere takes life from the river.
Tomorrow, the sun will rise on plains of gold.
My heart will heal.
Here on a new shore, I raise my head,
the new step hammering through the memory of the old.
It is all a journey, from one land to the next,
from one life to another,
remaking ourselves always under the same sun and moon.
A generation later, that immigrant's child
stands for the first time on the old land,
familiar yet strange.
A bittern weaves its music over the mountain,
memory rich in song.
The heart come home.
("The Tunes")
(audience clapping rhythmically)
(audience member whistling)
(bodhran player cheering)
(audience applauding and cheering)
("The Tunes")
(audience clapping rhythmically)
(audience applauding and cheering)
("Home and the Heartland")
♪ High in the sky through the clouds and rain ♪
♪ Every familiar field seems like an old friend ♪
♪ When every hand that you shake is like a warm embrace ♪
♪ Could only be one sweet place ♪
♪ Home and the heartland
♪ Sing out your songs
♪ And ring out your stories and rhymes ♪
♪ Weave from your dreams
♪ The mystical dances that lead us to ♪
♪ Bind in heart and mind
♪ As we circle the world with our wandering airs ♪
♪ Gathering here and there, leaving behind our share ♪
♪ Like the leaves in the wind, they are blown along ♪
♪ Melodies rising from
♪ Home and the heartland
♪ Sing out your songs
♪ And ring out your stories and rhymes ♪
♪ Weave from your dreams
♪ The mystical dances that lead us to ♪
♪ Bind in heart and mind
(audience applauding)
("Riverdance Finale")
(audience members whistling)
(dancer shouting)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(audience members cheering)
(audience members whistling)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(chorus singing in foreign language)
(audience clapping rhythmically)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(gentle music)
♪ Yes, they may be poor in birth ♪
♪ But yes, how great each one is worth ♪
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
♪ Heal their hearts
♪ Feed their souls
♪ Their lives can be golden if your love enfolds ♪
(audience applauding and cheering)
(lively music)
(audience and chorus clapping rhythmically)
(audience cheering)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(lively music)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(cast and audience clapping rhythmically)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(cast and audience clapping rhythmically)
(audience applauding and cheering)
(lively percussion music)
(audience cheering and applauding)
("Riverdance Finale")
(audience cheering and applauding)
("Riverdance Finale")
(audience cheering and applauding)
("Riverdance Finale")
(audience cheering and applauding)
(audience cheering and applauding)