Name: She Said Her Name Was Saffron
Channel: words by Marc Gunn, music traditional
Description: License options are available for this song. Inspired by a contest to write a song about Saffron from Firefly. I was inspired to write this song using an Irish melody while in Ireland.

Single $1

Inspired by a contest to write a song about Saffron from Firefly. I was inspired to write this song using an Irish melody while in Ireland.

irish folk songs scottish

Marc Gunn

Marc Gunn is an Irish and Scottish folk singer with a strange affinity for Celtic ballads, drinking songs and cats, and he is the lead singer for the Brobdingna

Marc Gunn is an Irish and Scottish folk singer with a strange affinity for Celtic ballads, drinking songs and cats, and he is the lead singer for the Brobdingnagian Bards.

Song Info

Genre

World • Traditional Celtic

Charts

Peak #23

Peak in subgenre #2

Author

words by Marc Gunn, music traditional

Rights

Marc Gunn

Uploaded

July 09, 2008

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.3 MB • 192 kbps • 2:23

Lyrics

by Marc Gunn, June 13, 2007

I received an email while I was in Ireland for a contest by SerenityStuff.com to write a song about Saffron (or YoSaffBridge), the beautiful and manipulative vixen from Firefly. She was one of my favorite bad guys in the show. And being in Ireland, a melody came easy. I wrote the song to "May Morning Dew", a beautiful Irish ballad.

I met her on the Outer Rim.
She was a beauty. There's no denial.
We danced around the fire that night.
In the morning, I awoke all smiles.
But when my boat hit atmo,
And she said that we were married.
T'was then I vowed I'd never again
Leave quick when I should tarry.

She said her name was Saffron,
A prize for work done well.
I know we'd done some good works,
But this time I guess excelled.
For her smile it made my legs weak,
And her breasts they made me wheeze.
Oh if I were a different man,
Then I'd show her the Real me.

That night I found her in my bunk
Lying naked in my bed.
She gave me the Goodnight Kiss
And I thought that I was dead.
We'd all be but for Inara...
Oh, I wonder how she knew?
But what I really wish is I could've seen
The kiss between those two.

But that's not the point of this song, right now,
From this lesson I learnt too well.
If you take strange women into your bed
You may go to the Special Hell.
Either pin her down or set her free
Just don't let your plan go South.
If that don't work, then follow Jayne's advice,
"Never kiss them on the mouth."