
Manul
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Vorbemerkung: Dies ist mein sechster Song im Rahmen von FAWM 2023 (vgl. meine vorigen Threads hier im Subforum).
Der heutige Text ist das Ergebnis des Versuchs, einen klassischen Folksong in (gröĂtenteils) 7/8 zu schreiben. Ich fĂŒrchte, man merkt dem Text die Anstrengung, ihn in die Form einzupassen, etwas an. SpaĂ hat's trotzdem gemacht.
Gentle wind (the maidâs lament)
As I strolled down by the harbour
On a windy autumn day
On the pier I spied a maiden
gazing out across the spray
pleading softly with the gale
eyes so fearful face so pale
Chorus
gentle wind oh hear my calling
gentle wind I beg of thee
wonât you find my darling Donald
wonât you bring him home to me
Itâs been six long months since he was
pressed onto the Victory
not a word from him since then
oh gentle wind, pray, where is he
do the waves still keep him safe
has he found a watery grave
Does he sleep of nights or canât he
close an eye for grief and woe
does he ever weep for my sake
gentle wind I miss him so
tossed and tumbled on the sea
tell me is he true to me
Wind, pray keep him safe in battle
shelter him from reef and foe
bring him back into my arms and
I wonât ever let him go
out again across the brine
Iâll be his and heâll be mine
Der heutige Text ist das Ergebnis des Versuchs, einen klassischen Folksong in (gröĂtenteils) 7/8 zu schreiben. Ich fĂŒrchte, man merkt dem Text die Anstrengung, ihn in die Form einzupassen, etwas an. SpaĂ hat's trotzdem gemacht.
Gentle wind (the maidâs lament)
As I strolled down by the harbour
On a windy autumn day
On the pier I spied a maiden
gazing out across the spray
pleading softly with the gale
eyes so fearful face so pale
Chorus
gentle wind oh hear my calling
gentle wind I beg of thee
wonât you find my darling Donald
wonât you bring him home to me
Itâs been six long months since he was
pressed onto the Victory
not a word from him since then
oh gentle wind, pray, where is he
do the waves still keep him safe
has he found a watery grave
Does he sleep of nights or canât he
close an eye for grief and woe
does he ever weep for my sake
gentle wind I miss him so
tossed and tumbled on the sea
tell me is he true to me
Wind, pray keep him safe in battle
shelter him from reef and foe
bring him back into my arms and
I wonât ever let him go
out again across the brine
Iâll be his and heâll be mine