David Heavenor: Music

Unrecorded.

Written in 1977 around the time when there was all this talk about about getting back to nature. Of course others have said it better: Joni Mitchell in Woodstock 'We've got to get ourselves back to the garden.' or Richard Farina in The Joys of Brotherhood (check out Sandy Denny's stunning acappella version). But I guess we all long for perfection, or days of childhood, 'Beyond the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.' a deep memory of Eden.

BORN IN THE STORM


Born in the storm, raised under the sky,
We are a people with light for our eyes
Mister will you go away from our town
Mister will you leave, your words are bringing us down


Hear the tide ebb, see the waves flow
Feel our hearts pull where we want to go
Mister will you leave, your words are dealing with death
Mister will you leave , the poison clings to your breath


Hear the song lift, hear the reel call
Hear the pipes play the tune for us all
Hear the dogs bark while the people sway
See the piper rising to the tune of the day
See the girls dance, see the plaid frill
See the smoke curl around the side of the hill
Feel the warmth spread while the embers die
Feel the touch of love in the look of your eyes
Oh brother do not leave, your place is here in this breeze
Here in the night's dark call, with the ocean sway on us all
The dancing wind calls you back
To the scrape of the soil the wind in your track
Your heart is beating calls your name
To the hearth and the fill of the earth's good gain
Calls you back, take your place, hear your name
Once again.



Hear the bell sound, hear the bell call
Hear the bells ring out the song for us all
Mister will you leave with your offers of gold
Mister will you leave, your words are turning me cold