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Just done for a bit of fun really ... I recorded this song recently for a band called The Owl Service (now released on their debut EP) and really fell in love with it ... so this is another version done completely differently. It was originally written by Lal Waterson.
I may end up doing more versions because it lends itself so well to different arrangements ... but for now it's just me and my geetar and a few GB-generated embellishments.
I have to thank Steven from The Owl Service for introducing me to this song, and Martyn for helping to spark my musical creativity ... wheeeeeee!
I may end up doing more versions because it lends itself so well to different arrangements ... but for now it's just me and my geetar and a few GB-generated embellishments.
I have to thank Steven from The Owl Service for introducing me to this song, and Martyn for helping to spark my musical creativity ... wheeeeeee!
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Lyrics
Sleeping in my bed
Dreams run through my head
I dreamed you were
Playing with my hair
Fine fine sparrow
Fine fine horseman
Rain falls, wind roars
All the folks are indoors
We came through a ford
Riding over the moors
Your dreams among my dreams
Are blue seas among sunbeams
Shades of yellow, shades of green
These are your dreams among my dreams
Morning to you, farming man
Here's to your heart, your family and land
I'll lay down a ring and a golden band
On a field for a ride around
Morning likewise, maiden and man
My family is dead, my heart is in the ground
I have no land
This is no time for a farming man
Sleeping in my bed
Strange thoughts are running through my head
I dreamed you were
Playing with my hair
Dreams run through my head
I dreamed you were
Playing with my hair
Fine fine sparrow
Fine fine horseman
Rain falls, wind roars
All the folks are indoors
We came through a ford
Riding over the moors
Your dreams among my dreams
Are blue seas among sunbeams
Shades of yellow, shades of green
These are your dreams among my dreams
Morning to you, farming man
Here's to your heart, your family and land
I'll lay down a ring and a golden band
On a field for a ride around
Morning likewise, maiden and man
My family is dead, my heart is in the ground
I have no land
This is no time for a farming man
Sleeping in my bed
Strange thoughts are running through my head
I dreamed you were
Playing with my hair























































apb
.. and a fab ad for the Rode NT1-A .. time to start saving.
The only thing I would suggest for this intimate style is to perhaps
use a touch of noise gate to reduce some of the more obvious
'breathing' or go for cutting out a few of the biggest intakes - but
that's a bit of a taste thing I guess.
Solid guitar playing (I'd never guess you were one string short of a
12-string .. nice little bowed strings and light sweepy noises too.
I particular like this folk style, were you go from high to very low in
your range .. effortlessly too it seems. Kudos.
PS. on the pic- shouldn't a fine horseman manage something a bit
higher?? lol ;o)