memory haunted by tapes

[faeredelune]

Perhaps it is fair to say I am having a Canadiana moment... *zerbert*

But I would hazard to say this is a lovely song for a day full of drizzle such as this. My retro geekiness is threatening to reign supreme. *puffed out self-mockery*



Wild Rose

Sun rise in the morning,
Birds singin' in every tree,
A greeting and a warning,
The song that they're singin' is,
'Be free!'

Young rebel on the roadside,
All around the world he goes,
Never knowing where he will bide,
In his quest for the Great Unknown.

Wild rose in the forest,
Wild rose on the moor,
Dawn mist on the mountain,
Boulders crashing on the shore.

We rejoin our hero,
As he wanders from door to door,
Heart full of legend,
Dreams of love on a foreign shore.

Wild rose in the forest,
Wild rose on the moor,
Dawn mist on the mountain,
Boulders crashing on the shore.

Sun rise in the morning,
Birds singin' in every tree,
A greeting and a warning,
The song that they're singin' is,
'Be free!'

Wild rose in the forest,
Wild rose on the moor,
Dawn mist on the mountain,
Boulders crashing on the shore.

Wild rose in the forest,
Wild rose on the moor,
Dawn mist on the mountain,
Boulders crashing on the shore.

(yet again it seems I am reveling in something so obscure I had to transcribe it myself off the tape - no web sources to be found) ;P

-- Wild Rose from A Turn of the Wheel
-- D. Panting of Rawlins Cross (1988), St. John's NFL