Two Men Came to Your Hall Door
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The Sound of a Tear not Cried by Karine Polwart, available on [http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B004AUSKDK Three Ravens by Malinky] | The Sound of a Tear not Cried by Karine Polwart, available on [http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B004AUSKDK Three Ravens by Malinky] | ||
<song> | |||
Two men came to your hall door | |||
And you did not let them in | |||
And you did not care | |||
What had brought them there | |||
They were bones covered ower wi' skin | |||
When you looked again they were five and ten | |||
All sighing a sorrowful sound | |||
Did you hear the knell | |||
Of the warning bell | |||
Or the howl of a hunting hound | |||
Then a hundred more came to your door | |||
A-mutterin' and makin' their mane (moan) | |||
Still you scorned at the skaith (dismissed their complaint) | |||
You were aye sick-laith (really reluctant) | |||
To keep them fae the wind and rain | |||
As the night's grew long did you hear the throng | |||
Roar like a ralliach tide (stormy) | |||
Through the rising flood | |||
Did you hear your own blood | |||
Or the sound of a tear not cried | |||
They will wait no more at your hall door | |||
For their waiting days are done | |||
And there's no lock nor key | |||
That will hold back the sea | |||
There's no chains on the rising sun | |||
</song> | |||
[[Category:Wintermark Music]] | [[Category:Wintermark Music]] | ||
[[Category:Music]] | [[Category:Music]] | ||
[[Category:Wintermark]] | [[Category:Wintermark]] |
Latest revision as of 10:17, 24 July 2012
The Sound of a Tear not Cried by Karine Polwart, available on Three Ravens by Malinky
Two men came to your hall door And you did not let them in And you did not care What had brought them there They were bones covered ower wi' skin
When you looked again they were five and ten All sighing a sorrowful sound Did you hear the knell Of the warning bell Or the howl of a hunting hound
Then a hundred more came to your door A-mutterin' and makin' their mane (moan) Still you scorned at the skaith (dismissed their complaint) You were aye sick-laith (really reluctant) To keep them fae the wind and rain
As the night's grew long did you hear the throng Roar like a ralliach tide (stormy) Through the rising flood Did you hear your own blood Or the sound of a tear not cried
They will wait no more at your hall door For their waiting days are done And there's no lock nor key That will hold back the sea There's no chains on the rising sun