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Time to float away on a sea of ghostly voices as I try out my new condenser mic - with an old Irish song about talking to the dead. This has been a regular favourite on the folk scene for years, but I love it and wanted to do my own version. In Celtic myth, swans often symbolise death; here the image of the swan flying over the lake is a metaphor for the soul's journey into the afterlife.
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Lyrics
My young love said to me "my mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say
"Oh it will not be long, love, till our wedding day"
Then she went away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she went onward, just one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
So softly she came, her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say
"Oh it will not be long, love, till our wedding day"
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say
"Oh it will not be long, love, till our wedding day"
Then she went away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she went onward, just one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
So softly she came, her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say
"Oh it will not be long, love, till our wedding day"





























































drakonis
Very beautifully done! The mic picks up your breath,
which adds a nice crispness to this slowly floating song. I
see that you found some good-sounding bagpipes too.
The sparseness of the background music I thought was
almost perfect, though I wanted the harmonies brought
forward ever so slightly. I kept getting carried off
somewhere with your voice and lyrics, it was hard to
switch into left-brain critique-mode... which is meant as a
great compliment :)
7-8-8-8
ttfn,
Drakonis