Name: Westron Wynde
Duration: 4 min 13 s
Channel: Anonymous Ancient Soul & Simon Cribb
Description: "Westron Wynde" is a song by Mogus Rougus Esq.. An ancient ballad in a new setting. I hope this is not sacrelidge, the opening couplet is a fragment of ancient poetry (Anonymous), I have written the rest of the story and used an entirely new melody.

Westron Wynde

Mogus Rougus Esq.

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An ancient ballad in a new setting. I hope this is not sacrelidge, the opening couplet is a fragment of ancient poetry (Anonymous), I have written the rest of the story and used an entirely new melody.

Mogus Rougus Esq.

Ideosycratic accoustic based siner-songwritter (Yup, can't call myself a singer), but don't die with the music still inside you.

Mogus Rougus is a unique collaberation between Symon of the Crybbe, his Puerus Eternus, and a glass of fine red (Rosemount Grenach Shiraz plays in many of the recording sessions). The intention is self expression, and friendship with other musos.

Song Info

Genre

Acoustic • Acoustic Folk

Charts

Peak #270

Peak in subgenre #47

Author

Anonymous Ancient Soul & Simon Cribb

Uploaded

August 16, 2009

Track Files

MP3

MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:13

Story behind the song

From wikipedia: "The Western Wynde" is an early 16th century song whose tune was used as the basis (cantus firmus) of masses by English composers John Taverner, Christopher Tye and John Sheppard. The tune first appears with words in a partbook of around 1530, which contains mainly keyboard music. Historians[citation needed] believe that the lyrics are a few hundred years older ('Middle English') and the words are a fragment of medieval poetry. In the medieval time, they were sung by troubadours.

The words of the original were decidedly secular:

'Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow,
The small raine down can raine.
Cryst, if my love were in my armes
And I in my bedde again!'

"Spare, enigmatic, timeless. A world of longing and loneliness in that." to quote the blog of a lady called Lucy.

I honour both the original, and John Renbourn's authorative version...this just wrote itself to the guitar riff.

Lyrics

Westron Wynde when wilt thou blow
that the small rain down can rain?
'to Chryst my love were in my arms,
and I in my bed again.

Morning myst when wilt thou lift
permit the early sun?
I would that she were here with me
and all my journey done.

For too long have I wandered
and too long been alone.
Listen to the thunder 
calling me back home.

I had a dream of lands unseen,
Wonderous to behold,
Strange creatures on the beaches
And cities paved in gold.

My eyes were blind to my own kind,
My heart was brash with lust,
I valued only fortune's prize,
As every young man must.

But all I found was hardship
And the cruel wolves of war,
And countless empty souls. like me,
each one seeking more.

Now all I've earned is what I've learned,
And this I will impart,
The only wealth a man can keep
abideth in his heart.

So Westron Wynde rise up, my friend,
And let your small rains fall,
'to Chryst my love were in my arms.
and I in my bed and all.