A song idea which came about after a visit to Grasmere,Cumbria.
Writer not a performer. Main genre, folk Country easy, soft jazz Based in Lakeland UK
Email me at travisdavid3838@gmail.com
Always interested in collaborations.
Story behind the song
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Lyrics
Wordsworth’s Breath
(V) Mist descended cold and damp through the crisp November air
as I walked over fells, ‘cross the Lakeland hills, the path we two used to share.
Then I gave out a curse as the fog grew worse, she called it Wordsworth’s breath
when we were together, but that was then, for now there’s nothing left.
So I weathered the winds and the sunless sky ’till at last I reached Grasmere,
then walked from afar to good Tweedies bar to binge on a bottomless glass of beer.
(C) God bless you Brew Brothers, I raise this drink to you.
You kept me company when others said she found someone new.
Good health to Brew Brothers, you help me dull the pain,
though I walk and I walk, over bracken, by becks,
and I talk to her just the same.
And sweeter and sweeter a voice in the mist calls me yet,
and I go deeper and deeper into Wordsworth’s breath.
(V) She wrote me saying forgive me, love, for all my wanton ways;
and if I could, she thinks we would be together ’till the end of our days.
And the pull of her words, her script’s stylish curves, gave me pause to think,
then I looked for a bin, threw that letter right in, and called to the bar for another drink.
(C) God bless you Brew Brothers, I raise this drink to you.
Pour me another, for you’ll never be untrue
Good health to Brew Brothers, you help me dull the pain,
though I walk and I walk, over bracken, by becks,
and I talk to her just the same.
And sweeter and sweeter her voice in the mist calls me yet,
and I go deeper and deeper into Wordsworth’s breath.
(B) And perhaps one day it will swallow me and I’ll wander out here endlessly . . .
And perhaps one day it will swallow me and I’ll wander out here endlessly . . .
(C) God bless you Brew Brothers, I raise this drink to you.
Here’s to old lovers, the sweethearts we once knew.
Good health to Brew Brothers, you help me dull the pain,
though I walk and I walk, over bracken, by becks,
and I talk to her just the same.
And sweeter and sweeter her voice in the mist calls me yet,
and I go deeper and deeper into Wordsworth’s breath.
© 2019 J. Vaughan/DJ Lekich
