In The Drear Nighted December
A different credo for life in a lyric that reminds you to not take the usual advice
The LYL Band plays original and traditional material.
Since the late 70s Dave Moore and Frank Hudson have performed as The LYL Band in and around Minneapolis MN.
Story behind the song
The lyrics are based on a poem written by John Keats in 1817. I was looking for songs and ideas regarding December for a winter-themed CD when I came upon this and quickly set it to music and recorded it the same day with the band who had never heard it. This is a first take.
Lyrics
In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.
In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
Ah! would 'twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy!
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
The feel of not to feel it,
When there is none to heal it
Nor numbed sense to steel it,
Was never said in rhyme.
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