Ardyth & Jennifer

Ardyth & Jennifer

 Halifax, Nova Scotia, CAN
BandFolkCeltic

This is not what you expect. Down to earth musicians who are ready to jam and try new sounds on an instrument with ancient roots. Celtic traditions meet jazz rhythms in original songs... clean harmonized vocals over rhythmic harp with a solid acoustic bass and some great stories. A surprising show.

Biography

“Have harps, will travel”
A Volkswagen (diesel) Golf roars up to a concert venue (well maybe not _roars_, so much as _chuggs_), unloads two Celtic harps, a sound system and two singer/songwriters. Ardyth & Jennifer have been travelling and performing together for over a decade. Their harmonies are exquisite, their songwriting intelligent, their arrangements unique and their sense of humour shines through it all. They have travelled throughout the Maritimes, the New England States, and most recently to Ontario, bringing their music to venues large and small. They have been featured on CBC radio and television, ATV/ASN and Global television programs, and have played at most of the premier soft seaters in the Maritimes including the Imperial Theatre in Saint John, the Capitol Theatre in Moncton, the Savoy in Glace Bay, the Grand Auditorium in Ellsworth, Maine, the Theatre at Monmouth in Maine and the Rebecca Cohn Auditorium in Halifax.
Their original songs have gained them critical acclaim within the songwriting community and their most recent CD (an instrumental album entitled "Room To Breathe", released in December 2008) shows their versatility and musicianship once again.
Travelling the roads together they feel as though they are having an amazing journey- it has lead them to some of the premier folk festivals and stages throughout the Maritimes and into the New England States, and it leads them into the hearts of tiny communities, where they gain inspiration for many of their songs.

Lyrics

Rain

Written By: Jennfer Wyatt

The air smells like thunder and the skies are stone grey,
Trees bow their heads, as the earth seems to say,
"In the quietest moments we all need to pray
For the warmth of a sweet summer rain."

I remember the rain on a night long ago,
Watching the cars and the city light's glow,
Barefoot and carefree. The waters, they flow
Through the streets in a sweet summer rain.

(chorus)
Rain, fall down on me.
Wash away my cares and let my eyes see.
Rain, fall down on me.
I turn my face to the sweet summer rain.

An old woman sits by the window pane,
Drinking her tea as she watches the rain,
Tears flowing down her cheeks again
For a night in the hard summer rain.

The rain brings a memory so different from mine.
The world then was crazy and wicked and wild.
They took both her parents when she was a child
on a night in the hard summer rain.

Rain, fall down on me.
Wash away my tears and let my eyes see.
Rain, fall down on me.
I turn my face to the sweet summer rain.

Rain can be peaceful as it drips through the leaves.
Rain can bring thunder crashing through trees.
I thank God mine are all only good memories
Of the warmth of a sweet summer rain.

Rain, fall down on me
Wash away my cares and let my eyes see
Rain, fall down on me
I turn my face to the sweet summer rain.

The Toast

Written By: Jennifer Wyatt

Here’s to the way you make me feel when I look at the world through your eyes.
Sunday afternoons by the fire, Tuesday mornings running out the door.
Hold me close, I’m dizzy from the spinning of the world,
And you’re the only thing that’s standing still anymore.

Here’s to the road less traveled by, and here’s to a clear blue sky-
Here’s to being angry and then here’s to letting go,
Here’s to knowing some things never change.
Here’s to conversations that go on into the night,
‘Till the silence that is left between us has become a friend in the light.

Here is a song to keep you warm when life takes you far away.
I lie awake and listen to this noisy hotel room,
The streetlights slit the darkness and they hide away the moon,
And if the stars are shining, even though I cannot see,
I hope that when you see them you will stop, and think of me.

Here’s to the way you make me feel when I look at the world through your eyes.
Sunday afternoons by the fire, Tuesday mornings running out the door.
Hold me close, I’m dizzy from the spinning of the world,
And you’re the only thing that’s standing still anymore.

Still Waters

Written By: Jennifer Wyatt

She was born in a dangerous time
With a bright look in her eyes
Her father looked at her, and he said,
” I can sympathize, don’t you know,
Still waters run deep, run deep,
Still waters run deep.
Still waters will move the sky, but
Still waters run deep.”
With eyes so deep and wide
The world is falling inside
And by drawing in the tide
She’s washed away.
I remember this time
When I pretend you are mine,
But I know I will find
You cannot stay.

The world outside is cold,
And before you grow old,
There’ll be things you’ll be told
That you won’t hear.
I pray that you find calm,
Somewhere that you can belong,
But I know you’re too strong
I cannot hold you near.

She was standing on the edge of the world
With the outside looking in.
So many things to say
But I don’t know where to begin. don’t you know,
Still waters run deep, run deep,
Still waters run deep.
Still waters will move the sky, but
Still waters run deep.

Garbage Day

Written By: Jennifer Wyatt

It's garbage day and I forgot to put the garbage out
It's garbage day and I forgot to put the garbage out.
Just one of thirteen million things I made a list to do
And you know, I really thought I'd have them done by noon!
Oh the laundry's in a bucket, but the garbage isn't out
The kitty litter needs a change, believe me, there's no doubt!
The box of empty bottles is piled up ceiling high,
I just can't stay a head of it no matter how I try!
It's garbage day and I forgot to put the garbage out
It's garbage day and I forgot to put the garbage out.
Just one of thirteen million things I made a list to do
And you know, I really thought I'd have them done by noon!
I should cut some kindling and try and start a fire,
but as I turn and spin around, my list keeps growing higher,
so let's all take a day of rest and let the garbage be
There'll be time enough for that when we're in eternity!
OH! It's garbage day and I forgot to put the garbage out
It's garbage day and I forgot to put the garbage out.

Learn To Fly

Written By: Jennifer Wyatt

Learn To Fly

The deep greens of Summer, they shadowed the door,
He said goodbye, but they both wanted more
She waited and watched him as he walked away
Wishing that she’d found the right words to say
“If I were a blackbird, I’d whistle and sing
I’d follow the ship that my true love sails in.”

The leaves they were fading from orange to brown
They swirled through the air, and they lay on the ground
Still in the doorway, she’s wasting away
While the cold winter air steals her dreams away

We spend our lives waiting for things we can’t see
Dreaming of things that never will be
Her heart became empty, her house it grew bare
Her hard working hands couldn’t keep all the grey from her hair.

Many years later she looks out the door
Vaguely remembers when she wanted more
And sometimes she wonders ‘til deep in the night
Why the world faded to black and white
If only I’d looked all around me
If only I’ taken the time to see
If I had gone dancing by moonlight
If I had gone sailing out on the wild sea
If only I knew all the things I know now,
I would have flown far away somehow
If I were a blackbird
Blackbird in the dead of night
I’d follow your ship
Take these broken wings
And in the top rigging I’d learn to fly
And learn to fly
Like an eagle to the one.
All your life.

Just Summer

Written By: Jennfer Wyatt

Just Summer

When the sun pours down like honey and melts in puddles on the road,
When the warm breeze that’s blowing seems to lighten every load,
That’s just summer ‘round here.

The trees are heavy laden and the earth smells spicy sweet.
All of creation has spilled out on the street.
That’s just summer, ‘round here, just summer ‘round here.

I feel like I am flying ten feet above the ground.
Everywhere around me I’m surrounded by the sound of
Just summer, ‘round here.

There’s laughter in the corners and there’s music in the air.
Endless possibilities are hiding everywhere in
Just summer ‘round here, just summer ‘round here.

This sudden brief explosion of energy and sun
Is bittersweet and over as soon as it’s begun.

So while the sun is shining come and dance a while with me.
It’s only for a moment, close your eyes and you will see
Just summer ‘round here, just summer ‘round here.

The Toast

Written By: Jennifer Wyatt

The Toast

Here’s to the way you make me feel when I look at the world through your eyes.
Sunday afternoons by the fire, Tuesday mornings running out the door.
Hold me close, I’m dizzy from the spinning of the world,
And you’re the only thing that’s standing still anymore.

Here’s to the road less traveled by, and here’s to a clear blue sky-
Here’s to being angry and then here’s to letting go,
Here’s to knowing some things never change.
Here’s to conversations that go on into the night,
‘Till the silence that is left between us has become a friend in the light.

Here is a song to keep you warm when life takes you far away.
I lie awake and listen to this noisy hotel room,
The streetlights slit the darkness and they hide away the moon,
And if the stars are shining, even though I cannot see,
I hope that when you see them you will stop, and think of me.

Here’s to the way you make me feel when I look at the world through your eyes.
Sunday afternoons by the fire, Tuesday mornings running out the door.
Hold me close, I’m dizzy from the spinning of the world,
And you’re the only thing that’s standing still anymore.

Still Waters

Written By: Jennifer Wyatt

Still Waters

She was born in a dangerous time
With a bright look in her eyes.
Her father looked at her, and he said,
” I can sympathize. Don’t you know,
Still waters run deep, run deep,
Still waters run deep.
Still waters will move the sky, but
Still waters run deep.”

With eyes so deep and wide
The world is falling inside
And by drawing in the tide
She’s washed away.
I remember this time
When I pretend you are mine,
But I know I will find
You cannot stay.
Still waters run deep, run deep,
Still waters run deep.
Still waters will move the sky, but
Still waters run deep

She was standing on the edge of the world,
With the outside looking in.
So many things to say,
But I don’t know where to begin. Don’t you know,
Still waters run deep, run deep,
Still waters run deep.
Still waters will move the sky, but
Still waters run deep.

The world outside is cold
And before you grow old
There’ll be things you’ll be told
That you won’t hear.
I pray that you find calm,
Somewhere that you can belong,
But I know you’re too strong
I cannot hold you near.

Still waters run deep, run deep,
Still waters run deep.
Still waters will move the sky, but
Still waters run deep.

Just Summer

Written By: Jennifer Wyatt

Just Summer

When the sun pours down like honey and melts in puddles on the road,
When the warm breeze that’s blowing seems to lighten every load,
That’s just summer ‘round here.

The trees are heavy laden and the earth smells spicy sweet.
All of creation has spilled out on the street.
That’s just summer, ‘round here, just summer ‘round here.

I feel like I am flying ten feet above the ground.
Everywhere around me I’m surrounded by the sound of
Just summer, ‘round here.

There’s laughter in the corners and there’s music in the air.
Endless possibilities are hiding everywhere in
Just summer ‘round here, just summer ‘round here.

This sudden brief explosion of energy and sun
Is bittersweet and over as soon as it’s begun.

So while the sun is shining come and dance a while with me.
It’s only for a moment, close your eyes and you will see
Just summer ‘round here, just summer ‘round here.

Rain

Written By: Jennifer Wyatt

The air smells like thunder, and the skies are stone grey
Trees bow their heads as the earth seems to say,
"In the quietest moments we all need to pray
For the warmth of a sweet summer rain."

I remember the rain on a night long ago,
Watching the cars and the city lights glow,
Barefoot and carefree, the waters they flow
Through the streets in a sweet summer rain.

Rain fall down on me
Wash away my cares and let my eyes see
Rain fall down on me,
I turn my face to the sweet summer rain.

An old woman sits by the window pain
Drinking her tea as she watches the rain,
Tears rolling down her cheeks again
For a night in the hard summer rain.

The rain brings a memory so different from mine
The world then was crazy and wicked and wild.
They took both her parents when she was a child
On a night in the hard summer rain.

Rain fall down on me
Wash away my tears and let my eyes see
Rain fall down on me
I turn my face to the sweet summer rain.

Rain can be peaceful as it drips through the leaves
Rain can bring thunder crashing through trees.
I thank God mine are all only good memories
Of the warmth of a sweet summer rain.

Learn to Fly

Written By: Jennifer Wyatt

Learn To Fly

The deep greens of Summer, they shadowed the door,
He said goodbye, but they both wanted more
She waited and watched him as he walked away
Wishing that she’d found the right words to say
“If I were a blackbird, I’d whistle and sing
I’d follow the ship that my true love sails in.”

The leaves they were fading from orange to brown
They swirled through the air, and they lay on the ground
Still in the doorway, she’s wasting away
While the cold winter air steals her dreams away

We spend our lives waiting for things we can’t see
Dreaming of things that never will be
Her heart became empty, her house it grew bare
Her hard working hands couldn’t keep all the grey from her hair.

Many years later she looks out the door
Vaguely remembers when she wanted more
And sometimes she wonders ‘til deep in the night
Why the world faded to black and white
If only I’d looked all around me
If only I’ taken the time to see
If I had gone dancing by moonlight
If I had gone sailing out on the wild sea
If only I knew all the things I know now,
I would have flown far away somehow
If I were a blackbird
Blackbird in the dead of night
I’d follow your ship
Take these broken wings
And in the top rigging I’d learn to fly
And learn to fly
Like an eagle to the one.
All your life.

Me & My Moon

Written By: Ardyth Robinson and Jennifer Wyatt

Me & My Moon

Me and my moon, we’ve got a plan
We’ll travel the earth from Peru to Milan
Then I’m gonna meet him in the promised land, cause
Me and my moon, we’ve got a plan.

I once had a love and he touched my hair,
Remember moon? ‘cause you were there,
He touched my hair and he stole my heart,
But me and my moon, we’ll never part.

One night my love sang me a tune
But what’s a love song without a moon?
He sang me a tune on a wild, dark night
Then before I knew it, her was out of sight,

But me and my moon we’ll never part,
He’s got my soul and he’s got my heart
I can always dance when he is near
He’s got the song I want to hear.

Me and my moon we’ve got a plan,
We’ve had this plan since time began
And when our traveling days are done,
We’re just gonna keep on havin’ fun

Discography

Ardyth & Jennifer have five full length CDs, Awakening, Promise, WinterFire, Learn To Fly and their latest addition, a brand new instrumental CD entitled Room to Breathe (released in December 2008). Many of their songs have been played across Canada on CBC radio, and featured in film and television across the world. They currently sell their CDs through CDBaby and Bullfrogmusic.com as well as through iTunes and many other digital sites.

Set List

Our set lists vary immensely depending on where we are playing and what the venue needs. When we play concerts, we mostly play songs that feature our own songwriting, interspersed with unique arrangements of traditional tunes. Typically we would play two forty-five to fifty minute sets, and our songs range from "rain" (a song about two very different perspectives) to "Garbage Day" (a slightly humourous take on the difficulties of songwriting) to "The Vanessa" (a song about a shipwreck off the coast of Newfoundland). When we play receptions, we only play instrumentally, adding the occasional flute and penny whistle, and playing a repertoire of traditional Irish and original tunes.