Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Wild Mountain Thyme

Last night I experienced one of those moments that when it's happening you know you'll always remember it.  It was one of the loveliest moments of my life.

We had finished the show and eaten burgers at the Bird and Favourite gave us shots again and cutely didn't even say that mine was Sprite, and the German friends who had come to see the show didn't realise and had quite shocked looks on their faces as we clinked glasses, which was priceless, and I didn't tell them.

And then we walked home and set up our beds on the Wu-floor and we sung our two songs to the Lady.  A week ago The Love and I decided to choose two songs and sing them every night and we chose the first two songs that came into our heads, which turned out to be:

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

and

Goodnight Sweetheart

And I asked the Angel from the North to choose an Irish song to sing to her every night and she felt a bit pressured to find just the right one but I told her she could just sing anything that night and change it tomorrow if she wanted to.  So she came and lay in bed with us and we sang the two little English songs, each with a hand on the Hill, which is now rather undeniably big.

The Lady did her little spins and flutters and you couldn't help but feel that she was listening.

Then the Angel started singing her song - Will ye Go, Lassie, Go?  I think it's actually called The Wild Mountain Thyme.  Her face was the picture of calm and completely dedicated to the Hill.  And all the winds of her history and the Mountain and the Thyme and the Heather blew through her voice and The Love and The Lady and I lay there feeling it.  And the lyrics made us feel like we were all together, running up the hill, picking the herbs, chilling out in the Irish breeze.  

Well the summertime is comin',
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Blows around the blooming heather

Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together to pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a tower,
Near a pure and crystal fountain,
And around it I will place
All the wild flowers of the mountain

Will ye go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together to pluck wild mountain thyme
All around the blooming heather.
Will ye go, lassie, go?
 
It was a sublime moment.  

And as soon as The Angel began to sing The Lady kicked big, hard thumps which didn't cease until the early hours of the morning.

1 comment:

  1. A nice updated version by the Silencers... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MagG8J--BBI

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