Tuesday, 16 November 2010

Music in the Morning - Tuesday

Music and words merge – after 2m 37s – to give  … heaven!

Norland Wind  to the tune   Magheracloone
                                                                        Battlefield Band

 

Oh tell me fit was on yer road ye roarin Norland wind?
As ye come blawin frae the land that's never frae ma mind.
Ma feet they traivel England but I'm deein for the North."
"Ma man, I saw the siller tides rin up the Firth o Forth."

"Aye wind, I ken them weel eneuch an fine they fa and rise,
And fain I'd feel the creepin mist on yonder shore that lies.
But tell me as ye pass them by fit saw ye on the way?"
"Ma man, I rocked the rovin gulls that sail abin the Tay."

"Bit saw ye naethin leein wind afore ye come tae Fife?
For there's muckle lyin 'yont the Tay that's mair tae me nor life."
"Ma man, I swept the Angus braes that ye hivna trod for years."
"Oh wind, forgie a hameless loon that canna see for tears."

"And far abin the Angus straths I saw the wild geese flee,
A lang, lang skein o beatin wings wi their heids toward the sea,
And aye their cryin voices trailed ahint them on the air."
"Oh wind, hae mercy, haud your wheesht for I daurna listen mair."

5 comments:

  1. And sent him homeward tae think again ...

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  2. Not at all, James. Words of longing. Could be for anyone's homeland. Just happens to be about Scotland. There is nothing negative about England.

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  3. haven't heard the Battlefield Band in a while - are they still performing?

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  4. This reached way deep into my mostly Scotch and Irish gene makeup. I love it when music presses my foundation and leaves a deep-rooted impression in my body, soul, and spirit.

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