Story Behind The Song

This song explores my perspective of a difficult breakup that I went through. But rather than just spew out my sad tale of woe, I wrote the song from the man's perspective. It was very theraputic! The melody is a Traditional English Folk ballad based on "Flora, the Lily of the West." Because it is a ballad, I could write several verses to tell this sad tale. The instrumentals create an compelling and interesting texture against the dark tale.

Song Description

This song uses the traditional melody of the English folk-ballad "Flora, The Lily of the West" (aka "The Blind Fiddler"). The lyrics are mine, written from the perspective of a man. Like many folk ballads, it tells quite a sad tale. Outstanding instrumentals keep the song moving along.

Lyrics

I was not a young man when I found my truest love
I loved her so completely I left my happy home
Her eyes were like a sunny sky, her voice like air to breathe
Her mind as keen as morning frost on the leaves of autumn trees

For a moment I surrendered to rest easy in the shade
The road rose up to meet us in the life that we had made
Then a darkness grew inside of me that goaded me to stray
I vowed my love forever and then I slipped away

Those words I'd spoken tenderly were easy to repeat
My senses feasted eagerly with others that I'd meet
I threw away the gifts she gave so I'd never feel obliged
I built a wall to hide the truth and that's where love goes to die

With puppet strings I played with her, became a noose around her neck
I betrayed her to the hangman, I made her life a wreck
I fed her poisoned honey, so sweetly to her taste
'Til the woman that I loved so dear was utterly erased

I promised we would marry when my migrant work was done
I made my choices carefully so that day would never come
I cleaved to her with one hand to keep her hanging on
My other hand pushed her away 'til one day she was gone

If I could hold the hands of time before the damage done
When I was her and she was me, our souls and minds were one
We spoke a language of our own, we laughed so easily
It's a foolish thief who steals the heart already given free

A hundred miles of broken glass I laid for her to tread
A thousand tears ran down her cheek each time I left her bed
A million times I've prayed for grace for shooting out the sun
A billion stars in a frozen sky with her name on every one

© 2011 Big Purr Music, LLC

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Steve Cinocco	My Top Songs	6/17/2012