#116 THE BEDS OF STRAWBERRY
#116 THE BEDS OF STRAWBERRY
(Irish Folk Ballad -- For Glen Hansard)
(DEMO)
(Full Arrangement)
Spring bloom, played my fiddle and flute,
Atop the cliffs of Inishowen.
The sea wind arrived, started pushin'
And showed me the best way to be goin'.
Played for a lonely proud maiden,
By the summer stone walls of Kinsale.
Made her smile until I didn't,
Sent me walking my way in a gale.
Slowed down by this weight that I carry,
Place my bones in the beds of strawberry.
Tra La Lie, La Dee Dah,
Tra La Lay, La Dee Dee.
It's the beds of strawberry,
The beds of strawberry for me.
Golden leaves by Glendalough's still waters,
I bowed steady and I blew bright.
A few passed, but none tossed a coin,
Closed doors and rain sent me on in the night.
Walked the Sky Road out of Clifden,
Snow swirling -- gloveless, I still staggered on.
Pub fireside, trembling hands held my fiddle,
Tried to play a reel -- the feeling was gone.
Brought down by this weight that I carry,
Rest my bones in the beds of strawberry.
Tra La Lie, La Dee Dah,
Tra La Lay, La Dee Dee.
It's the beds of strawberry,
The beds of strawberry for me.
I am walking,
I am walking,
I am slowing,
I am slowing,
I am still.
Now free from this weight that I carry,
Grow my bones in these beds of strawberry.
Tra La Lie, La Dee Dah,
Tra La Lay, La Dee Dee.
It's the beds of strawberry,
The beds of strawberry for me.
Tra La Lie, La Dee Dah,
Tra La Lay, La Dee Dee.
It's the beds of strawberry,
The beds of strawberry for me.