I've become a gigantic fan Ger and Trevor. Love the duets and songs with so many different folks. Will be in Ireland May 12th to May 25th. Hope so much to find a way to listen to you both.
Trevor comes from a talented generation of musicians mulvhills Derek hickey the powers his great grandfather a famous fiddle 🎻player he didn't pick it off the ground great to see I'm sure he'll pass it on Uncle mickey mulvhill would be proud of him A LIFE LONG FRIEND MINE RIP
Nadine Landry and Sammy Lind did a version of this but with a more old-timey melody. This version, on the other hand, has Luke Kelly vibes. And I love it.
The original poem: “The wind doth blow today, my love, And a few small drops of rain; I never had but one true-love, In cold grave she was lain. “I’ll do as much for my true-love As any young man may; I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave For a twelvemonth and a day.” The twelvemonth and a day being up, The dead began to speak: “Oh who sits weeping on my grave, And will not let me sleep?” “’T is I, my love, sits on your grave, And will not let you sleep; For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips, And that is all I seek.” “You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips, But my breath smells earthy strong; If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips, Your time will not be long. “’T is down in yonder garden green, Love, where we used to walk, The finest flower that e’re was seen Is withered to a stalk. “The stalk is withered dry, my love, So will our hearts decay; So make yourself content, my love, Till God calls you away.”
Wonderful interpretation of this wonderful song!
its been too long! Watching from alabama in the states. love this!
Absolutely gorgeous . I love❤️ it. Maith sibh.👏👏👏
What a sad ballad! Can’t hold back my tears listening.❤😢🙏
Absolutely delightful! Love the music you guys put together!
Thank you!
The great luke and the dubliners gave us that ye boys flying the flag now great version keep em coming
Theese boys are unbelievable everything they do is fuxxckin brilliant have to go n c them live .well done lads absolutely excellent
I've become a gigantic fan Ger and Trevor. Love the duets and songs with so many different folks. Will be in Ireland May 12th to May 25th. Hope so much to find a way to listen to you both.
Beautiful
Thanks for posting.
That is just incredible. I'm blown away.
Excellent as usual
I love everything about this, but the banjo playing really stands out. It sounds just like Luke. I’d love to hear you do “The Night visiting Song”
Lovely stuff lads. Beaut of a song.
Mighty lads.
Incredible.
One Fine Choone. Luke Kelly sang this song also.
Trevor comes from a talented generation of musicians mulvhills Derek hickey the powers his great grandfather a famous fiddle 🎻player he didn't pick it off the ground great to see I'm sure he'll pass it on Uncle mickey mulvhill would be proud of him A LIFE LONG FRIEND MINE RIP
Ger is the very best balladeer of today, bar none. Seems to have been a hiatus for awhile, but maybe he's back now?
Thanks Kieran! Ah ye'll never get rid of me :)
Need an Album lads 🙌 with Fairytale & Heroes on also
Nadine Landry and Sammy Lind did a version of this but with a more old-timey melody.
This version, on the other hand, has Luke Kelly vibes.
And I love it.
Joan Baez also sang The Unquiet Grave to this melody. Solas (Karan Casey) uses a similar tune.
Grand
The original poem:
“The wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain.
“I’ll do as much for my true-love
As any young man may;
I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day.”
The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The dead began to speak:
“Oh who sits weeping on my grave,
And will not let me sleep?”
“’T is I, my love, sits on your grave,
And will not let you sleep;
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips,
And that is all I seek.”
“You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
But my breath smells earthy strong;
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
Your time will not be long.
“’T is down in yonder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that e’re was seen
Is withered to a stalk.
“The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay;
So make yourself content, my love,
Till God calls you away.”
Beautifully written , close ur eyes to feel ❤
Not a poem - they are the lyrics for the song.