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An actual story surrounding - is : when I was 14 - we lived in a small Northern Iowa town . . . well my little brother and I liked to be aboreal - and dwell in trees a lot - and built two tree forts - well we were swinging around in out large weeping willow in the back yard - well he was about 15 feet up - and I was 12 feet up - I grabbed a thick branch - thinking they were sinewy like the skinny ones - well just before I grabbed it to swing - Phil warned "no Scott, Don't do it" . . . he was the wiser - I grabbed it and it snapped - finding myself breathless for a while on the hard ground next to the bird bath - well a kid got his pharmacist dad to come and help - the neighbor . . . lucky - a lesson learned.
My recent vocal "Branches" rendition of this folk song.
. . . added some harmonies also . . .
Alvarez acoustic dreadnaught six string used.
Orchestration.
My recent vocal "Branches" rendition of this folk song.
. . . added some harmonies also . . .
Alvarez acoustic dreadnaught six string used.
Orchestration.
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Lyrics
as I went a walkin' one morning in spring
I met with some travellers on an old country lane
one was an old man, the second a maid . . . .
the third was a young lass who smiled as she said -
the wind in the willows - the birds in the sky -
the bright sun to warm us - wherever we lie -
we have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine -
the share on our journeys - with all of mankind -
so I asked them to tell me their names and their race -
so I could remember the smiles on their face
our names they mean nothing - they change throughout time -
so come sit beside us - and share in our wine -
so I sat down beside them - with flowers all around -
we ate from a mantle - spread out on the ground -
they told me of prophets and peoples and kings -
and all of the one god who knows everything -
the wind in the willows - the birds in the sky -
the bright sun to warm us - wherever we lie -
we have bread and fishes - and a jug of red wine -
to share on our journeys with all of mankind -
we're travelling to glaston on england's green lanes
to hear of man's troubles - to hear of their pains -
were travelin' the wide world o'er land o'er sea
to tell all the peoples - how they can be free -
so sadly I left them - on the old country lane -
I know that I'll never see them again -
one was an old man the second a maid -
the third was a young boy who smiled as he said -
the wind in the willows - the birds in the sky -
the bright sun to warm us wherever we lie -
we have bread and fishes - and a jug of red wine -
to share on our journeys - with all of mankind.
I met with some travellers on an old country lane
one was an old man, the second a maid . . . .
the third was a young lass who smiled as she said -
the wind in the willows - the birds in the sky -
the bright sun to warm us - wherever we lie -
we have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine -
the share on our journeys - with all of mankind -
so I asked them to tell me their names and their race -
so I could remember the smiles on their face
our names they mean nothing - they change throughout time -
so come sit beside us - and share in our wine -
so I sat down beside them - with flowers all around -
we ate from a mantle - spread out on the ground -
they told me of prophets and peoples and kings -
and all of the one god who knows everything -
the wind in the willows - the birds in the sky -
the bright sun to warm us - wherever we lie -
we have bread and fishes - and a jug of red wine -
to share on our journeys with all of mankind -
we're travelling to glaston on england's green lanes
to hear of man's troubles - to hear of their pains -
were travelin' the wide world o'er land o'er sea
to tell all the peoples - how they can be free -
so sadly I left them - on the old country lane -
I know that I'll never see them again -
one was an old man the second a maid -
the third was a young boy who smiled as he said -
the wind in the willows - the birds in the sky -
the bright sun to warm us wherever we lie -
we have bread and fishes - and a jug of red wine -
to share on our journeys - with all of mankind.
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this reminds me a bit strolling amidst a shire...somewhere in the lands of middle-earth.
And fortunately the aviary pool was not inches closer....or the harmonious riffs in this vocal arrangement would be void of any rafts to float to so freely on...
quite nice...all ah round...~barbara