Monday, August 6, 2018

Finished! and some news!

Happy summer! I have finally FINALLY finished typing in all the lyrics to the songs I've recorded, just in time to start work on my new album, due out in December 2018. I've been posting demos of the songs to my YouTube channel; you can subscribe there to be notified of new demos, and also to get the announcement when the album is ready.

Witch of the West-mer-lands

by Archie Fisher
I learned this song from Stan Rogers' version on Between the Breaks: Live, and I think he sings it somewhat differently from the original. I also tweaked the lyrics a bit because I couldn't help myself. The first item to go was any reference to the witch as a "maiden", because seriously, she is no maiden.


Listen and Purchase

Pale was the wounded knight
That bore the rowan shield
Loud and cruel were the raven's cries
That feasted on the field, singing

Beck water, cold and clear,
Will never clean your wounds
There's none but the Witch of the West-mer-lands
Can make thee hale and soond

So turn, turn your stallion's head
Till his red mane flies in the wind
And many a drop of your blood shall fall
E'er you see this field again

And clear was the paley moon
And the wild wind stung his eyes;
Below the hills his great heart siezed
When he heard the houlet cry, Singin'

Why do you ride this way,
And wherefore came ye here?
I seek the Witch of the West-mer-lands
Who dwells by the winding mere

And it's weary by Ullswater
And the misty Brakefern way
Till through a cleft o' the Kirkstane Pass
The winding water lay

And it's down to the water's brim
He's borne the rowan shield,
And the goldenrod he has cast in
To see what the lake might yield

And wet rose she from the lake,
And fast and fleet went she,
One half the form of a woman fair
With a jet black mare's body

And loud, long, and shrill he blew
Till his steed was by his side;
High overhead the grey hawk flew
And swiftly he did ride

She said, Pray sheath thy silvery sword,
Lay down the rowan shield,
For I see by the briny blood that flows
You've been wounded in the field.

And she stood in a gown of the velvet blue,
Bound 'round with a silver chain
And she's kissed his pale lips once and twice
And three time 'round again

And she's bound his wounds with the goldenrod;
Full fast in her arms he lay,
And he has risen hale and soond
With the sun high in the day, Singin'

Ride with your brindled hound at heel
And your good grey hawk in hand;
There's none can harm the knight who's lain
With the Witch of the West-mer-lands

Wind and Rain

This is one of many versions of the very old ballad "The Twa Sisters".

Listen and Purchase

There were two sisters in old England
Oh the wind and rain
They were courted by the very same man
Oh the dreadful wind and rain

He courted the elder with ribbons and rings
But he loved the younger one above anything

Sister, sister walk with me
And watch the river flow down to the sea

Then she pushed her in to the water to drown
And watched her as she floated down

Well, sometimes she sank and sometimes she swam
Till she came down to the miller's dam

Come see, come see on the miller's pond
She looks just like a golden swan

Then the miller fished her out with his long hook and line
As the King's own fiddler was passing by

He made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones
He made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones

He strung his fiddle bow with her long yellow hair
He strung his fiddle bow with her long yellow hair

And he made a fiddle fiddle of her white breast-bone
And he made a fiddle fiddle of her white breast-bone

But the only tune that the fiddle would play was...
Yeah, the only tune that the fiddle would play was...