Thought so! Your voice is quite beautiful. Thanks very much for posting it.
You and your beautiful voice and archery skills--and I called you a goddess before I knew about that latter one. Well, er, I bet you can't do both at the same time!
This was always my summer-inaugurating song.
Did you write the lyrics (forgive my ignorance if it's in fact some very well known traditional song)?
Well, er, I bet you can't do both at the same time!
I will admit I've never tried . . .
Did you write the lyrics (forgive my ignorance if it's in fact some very well known traditional song)?
It is traditional and the melody I use is the one that I heard for the first time in elementary school, but the lyrics are a composite of the ones I first learned and ones I've run across since:
Oh, the summertime is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme all the moorlands is perfuming Will ye go, laddie, go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go, laddie, go?
I will twine the mountains high and the deep glens so airy And return with my spoils to the bower of my dearie Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together . . .
I will build my lover a shelter on yon high mountain green And our love will be the fairest that the summer sun has seen Will ye go, laddie, go?
And we'll all go together . . .
As I originally learned the song, the first verse runs Oh, the summertime is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming / And the wild mountain thyme grows around the purple heather and the verse about the mountains high and the deep glens so airy (which I learned from Peter Gould) does not exist. There are also another two verses, I will build my love a bower by yon clear crystal fountain / And on it I will pile all the flowers of the mountain and If my true love will not go, I can surely find another / Where the wild mountain thyme grows around the purple heather, which I cut for some reason or another, possibly time, possibly because of the sentiment; and probably other differences I've never noticed because that's the folk tradition for you. One way or another, it is the first song I ever performed formally; it's important to me.
I have written occasional songs, but I have no formal training in composition; I can always hear the accompaniment inside my head, but all I can perform is the vocal line.
It is traditional and the melody I use is the one that I heard for the first time in elementary school
It's very pretty, both the lyrics and the melody (though I'm mainly focused on the voice).
All around the blooming heather
I can relate because there was heather in Morrowind, a video game I played constantly for years . . . okay, not the same thing, though it makes you wonder what songs like this will mean when people are experiencing Earth environments exclusively through computer simulations.
As I originally learned the song, the first verse runs
It never hurts to include moorlands.
One way or another, it is the first song I ever performed formally; it's important to me.
You do a good job with it.
I have written occasional songs, but I have no formal training in composition; I can always hear the accompaniment inside my head, but all I can perform is the vocal line.
Have you sought people to play instruments? Is this perhaps the inspiration for that story of yours about the woman and the band and the guy dreaming about the underwater city . . . Can't remember the title and my copy of Singing Innocence and Experience is somewhere in the stacks of books outside my door . . .
Is this perhaps the inspiration for that story of yours about the woman and the band and the guy dreaming about the underwater city . . .
"A Ceiling of Amber, A Pavement of Pearl." No, the story that's mostly closely related is probably "Chez Vous Soon," since all of the songs I have ever written are attributed to Nobody's Home. At least inside my head, "A Ceiling of Amber . . ." has always linked up more with my senior year of college.
I used to sing this song with my high school choir, and really loved it. It was always at the last concert of the year in late May and we'd fill the gym with lilacs and apple blossoms. I remember the lyrics being fairly close to the ones you mention originally learning, with a few words different maybe...
All the blooming heather. *grins and hands out hayfever pills*
Happy solstice! I thought of you most seriously in a fit of restlessness last night. I was going up and down the house, behaving badly, searching out a particular article of importance.
Are you sufficiently restored to a semblance of life that you might ooze squamously down here and visit soon? We do get lots of restorative... humidity.
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Thank you, and a happy Solstice in return!
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Thank you!
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*ksnerk*
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Happy solstice to you, also!
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Thanks!
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Nice. Very pretty. Who's the singer?
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Me circa April 2002. You made a request for recordings. This was always my summer-inaugurating song.
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Thought so! Your voice is quite beautiful. Thanks very much for posting it.
You and your beautiful voice and archery skills--and I called you a goddess before I knew about that latter one. Well, er, I bet you can't do both at the same time!
This was always my summer-inaugurating song.
Did you write the lyrics (forgive my ignorance if it's in fact some very well known traditional song)?
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You're very welcome. Thank you!
Well, er, I bet you can't do both at the same time!
I will admit I've never tried . . .
Did you write the lyrics (forgive my ignorance if it's in fact some very well known traditional song)?
It is traditional and the melody I use is the one that I heard for the first time in elementary school, but the lyrics are a composite of the ones I first learned and ones I've run across since:
Oh, the summertime is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme all the moorlands is perfuming
Will ye go, laddie, go?
And we'll all go together to pick wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather
Will ye go, laddie, go?
I will twine the mountains high and the deep glens so airy
And return with my spoils to the bower of my dearie
Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together . . .
I will build my lover a shelter on yon high mountain green
And our love will be the fairest that the summer sun has seen
Will ye go, laddie, go?
And we'll all go together . . .
As I originally learned the song, the first verse runs Oh, the summertime is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming / And the wild mountain thyme grows around the purple heather and the verse about the mountains high and the deep glens so airy (which I learned from Peter Gould) does not exist. There are also another two verses, I will build my love a bower by yon clear crystal fountain / And on it I will pile all the flowers of the mountain and If my true love will not go, I can surely find another / Where the wild mountain thyme grows around the purple heather, which I cut for some reason or another, possibly time, possibly because of the sentiment; and probably other differences I've never noticed because that's the folk tradition for you. One way or another, it is the first song I ever performed formally; it's important to me.
I have written occasional songs, but I have no formal training in composition; I can always hear the accompaniment inside my head, but all I can perform is the vocal line.
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It's very pretty, both the lyrics and the melody (though I'm mainly focused on the voice).
All around the blooming heather
I can relate because there was heather in Morrowind, a video game I played constantly for years . . . okay, not the same thing, though it makes you wonder what songs like this will mean when people are experiencing Earth environments exclusively through computer simulations.
As I originally learned the song, the first verse runs
It never hurts to include moorlands.
One way or another, it is the first song I ever performed formally; it's important to me.
You do a good job with it.
I have written occasional songs, but I have no formal training in composition; I can always hear the accompaniment inside my head, but all I can perform is the vocal line.
Have you sought people to play instruments? Is this perhaps the inspiration for that story of yours about the woman and the band and the guy dreaming about the underwater city . . . Can't remember the title and my copy of Singing Innocence and Experience is somewhere in the stacks of books outside my door . . .
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"A Ceiling of Amber, A Pavement of Pearl." No, the story that's mostly closely related is probably "Chez Vous Soon," since all of the songs I have ever written are attributed to Nobody's Home. At least inside my head, "A Ceiling of Amber . . ." has always linked up more with my senior year of college.
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That's wonderful. I also first heard "Wild Mountain Thyme" at an end-of-the-year assembly.
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Happy solstice! I thought of you most seriously in a fit of restlessness last night. I was going up and down the house, behaving badly, searching out a particular article of importance.
Are you sufficiently restored to a semblance of life that you might ooze squamously down here and visit soon? We do get lots of restorative... humidity.
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What were you looking for?
(And did you find it?)
Are you sufficiently restored to a semblance of life that you might ooze squamously down here and visit soon?
I would like to. I think my health has me on probation right now. I will try to keep you posted.
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Thank you! And to you, too!