I blame Carto, she got me in the song writin' mood.

So I was in the shower this morning (where all of my good ideas come from) and I could NOT STOP SINGING 'Rosie Rook'. So, in an attempt to get it out of my head, I started to make up a song of my own. And I rather liked it!

Anyhoo, it's about a young galdori girl who meets and falls in love with a wick she meets while on a walk. They meet up in secret, but of course her father finds out and is furious, so he has the poor boy carted off with a random spoke to get him away from his daughter. She, in turn, runs away in search of her lover but gets lost and ends up dying in the plains between Vienda and Brunnhold, where her ghost still wanders in search for her forbidden love.

It's written sorta from the galdori perspective, but only in the sense that the wick is called a 'trickster' and 'sly', and he 'stole her kisses'...basically what I did was allude to them hooking up and him taking her virginity and thusly her purity, shaming her family, and so on.

If the lyrics sound vague and barely Thornsish, it's because they are--I'm thinking about entering this into the yearly lit competition we have at school, and I figured it would behove me to make it sound slightly Earthish. Heh.

I'm adding the lyrics for anyone who'd like to sing along or even add some harmonies or whatever. I recorded me singing it if only so you'd know the (relative) tune. Find the .wav here: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=5JDW6UV9



Lyrics:

A maiden pure with greenest eyes
and ruby lips of perfect size
did tread the halls whose garden lies
upon the Fields of Moorah.

At night when she lay down to sleep
her dreams their secret ways did keep
a want for love so pure and deep
upon the Fields of Moorah,
upon the Fields of Moorah.

One day she happ'nd 'cross a man,
a trickster, sly as in all the land,
he smiled and asked her for her hand
upon the Fields of Moorah.

In secret nights they chose to meet,
their footfalls moving soft and fleet;
he stole her kisses, true and sweet
upon the Fields of Moorah,
upon the Fields of Moorah.

Until at last, one fateful day,
her father's ear from home did stray
and heard the lady's laugh so gay
upon the Fields of Moorah.

His Lordship went with armies fast
and soon did find the pair at last.
His face was hard and his anger vast
upon the Fields of Moorah,
upon the Fields of Moorah.

Her tears fell hard upon the ground
but scarcely did she make a sound
as she stole away to find love around
upon the Fields of Moorah.

The sight she saw a shock did gave--
a wagon carting off her knave!
She rushed off after, her love to save,
upon the Fields of Moorah,
upon the Fields of Moorah.

She wandered far through day and night
and tried to keep her love in sight
but tire and hunger did win the fight
upon the Fields of Moorah.

The brambles twisted 'round her hair,
the weeds grew o'er her skin so fair,
forever always laying there
upon the Fields of Moorah,
upon the Fields of Moorah.

Should you be wandering far from home
'twixt city's drone and schoolyard's tome
know ye'll be never to walk alone
upon the Fields of Moorah.

Her touch as soft as velvet glove,
her heart flown off as injured dove,
she's waiting now to find her love
upon the Fields of Moorah,
upon the Fields of Moorah.

I like it!! A little repetitive, but I think that's just because it's a fairly long song, haha. I like the story, too.

I'm going to be singing this to my self constantly now, THANKS.

No really, thanks. Its an awesome song.

That's a nice song.
There are some fine voices on this board! (heard nice things in the other music thread, too)

Musically speaking, I find it a bit repetitive... I find myself waiting for a chorus, or a bridge. But I suppose it goes with the genre!

Nice work, anyway.

Being that it's a ballad, there usually isn't a chorus or bridge. There might be a few repeated lines, like how 'upon the Fields of Moorah' is repeated at the ends of each stanza, but there usually isn't a bridge or anything like that. Most ballads were composed for one instrument, like a flute or a harp/lyre (yes, I know lyre's aren't Victorian-esque, but they made way for Harpsichords, which were, and very!), so it was easier to play the same melody over and over instead of change things up all crazy like.

And I did say you guys could re-record/add your own harmonies.

Hey, not everything in Thorns is Victorian, they have a past too This looks great, can't wait to listen to it (would someone please convert the wav file to mp3?)