Name: The Only Son
Channel: Rudyard Kipling / Capers Simmons
Description: "The Only Son" is a song by Capers Simmons. Another track from "One Traveler"

The Only Son

Capers Simmons

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Another track from "One Traveler"

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Capers Simmons

Songwriter specializing in modern rock, country, easy listening and pop music.

I'm a songwriter with a wide variety of influences. I am currently seeking a publisher for one or more of my songs. Though I focus on commercially viable Country/Rock and Adult Contemporary, my wide range of infuences ensures that on any given CD of my work, there's something for all tastes in music.

Song Info

Genre

World • World General

Charts

Peak #731

Peak in subgenre #82

Author

Rudyard Kipling / Capers Simmons

Rights

2005

Uploaded

April 19, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Story behind the song

Based on Kipling's poem.

Lyrics

“The Only Son”
By Rudyard Kipling
Music ©2005 Capers Simmons

VERSE I
She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew
For she heard a whimper under the sill and a great grey paw came through.
The fresh flame comforted the hut and shone on the roof-beam,
And the Only Son lay down again and dreamed that he dreamed a dream.

PRECHORUS I
The last ash fell from the withered log with the click of a falling spark,
And the Only Son woke up again, and called across the dark:--

VERSE II
"Now was I born of womankind and laid in a mother's breast?
For I have dreamed of a shaggy hide whereon I went to rest.
And was I born of womankind and laid on a father's arm?
For I have dreamed of clashing teeth that guarded me from harm.

PRECHORUS II
'Tis a league and a league to the Lena Falls where the trooping blackbuck go;
But I can hear the little fawn that bleats behind the doe.

CHORUS
'Tis an hour yet and an hour yet to the rising of the moon,
But I can see the black roof-tree as plain as it were noon.
For I have dreamed of a midnight sky and a midnight call to blood
And red-mouthed shadows racing by, that thrust me from my food.

VERSE III
And was I born an Only Son and did I play alone?
For I have dreamed of comrades twain that bit me to the bone.
And did I break the barley-cake and steep it in the tyre?
For I have dreamed of a youngling kid new-riven from the byre:

PRECHORUS III
'Tis a league and a league to the Lena Falls where the crop and the upland meet,
But I can smell the wet dawn-wind that wakes the sprouting wheat.

~ CHORUS ~

PRECHORUS IV
Unbar the door. I may not bide, but I must out and see
If those are wolves that wait outside or my own kin to me!"

~ CHORUS ~
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OUTRO
She loosed the bar,  she slid the bolt, she opened the door anon,
And a grey bitch-wolf came out of the dark and fawned on the Only Son!

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