Harry Potter and The Rising of the Moon
from Whiskers in the Jar by Marc Gunn
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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? This song tells the story for my Whiskers in the Jar: Irish Songs for Cat Lovers CD.
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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.
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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from Whiskers in the Jar,
released January 1, 2008
“Harry Potter and The Rising of the Moon” (parody of “Rising of the Moon”)
music traditional, words Marc Gunn, 6/25/04
“Harry Potter and The Rising of the Moon” (parody of “Rising of the Moon”)
music traditional, words Marc Gunn, 6/25/04
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Marc Gunn Atlanta, Georgia
Marc Gunn is a rhythm and folk musician inspired by Celtic culture, science fiction, fantasy, and cats--Sci F'Irish
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He breathes new life into the autoharp, which continues to surprise musical veterans and fans alike for its unique sound and spirited energy. It’s like a satirical jam session between The Clancy Brothers and Weird Al Yankovic.
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