a celtic newage with a mayfair lilt and a dose of country put back in.
a healing lullaby for the living and the dead.
my mother loves this song, and so i dedicate this song to:
Mary Bernadette Theresa McGrory.
Soul unbound
it's when your souls been bound,
that a heart is unfastened.
it's when your souls been bound,
that a heart is unfastened.
on love's merry go round,
ah, wandering heart.
- mother said, all kinds are out there.
- did she warn you dear that fate was unkind?
- did your daddy mention that love is capricious?
- did he tell you so from his broken heart?
- yet your soul's been bound.
- and your heart is unfastened.
- not anymore tethered to,
- anything solid.
oh, wandering heart,- appears in the clouds now,
- soaring high and waiting for the wind.
- it is everything you wanted it to be,
- and you note that chapter and verse are never the same.
- and the wind did come, and you pushed to the groundswell.
- a rainy night, no shelter to be found.
- when you checked your heart,
- you had the good fortune,
- to see it trampled, under a boot.
- then the snow, and the sun, and the dirt, and the footprints,
- a dirty old sod is your precious heart right now.
and in good time your heart'll be bleached white again.- yes you took yourself home, had a look in the mirror,
- had some thoughts, and another cup of tea.
yet you made your bed, and now your heart's lying in it,
- hospicing, it's true love to full.
- then your heart will be light, and quick as a feather,
- floating 'round, spreading love everywhere.
- and when another heart comes, happily to greet you,
- you will notice again that your soul has been unbound.
- let it be unbound.
- let it float around.
- let it be a hound. you've been unbound.
- let it be lost, and again found,
- may it never be bound!
- (premiere voce - largo e decresendo:)
bound- bound
- bound
my wish to you is that your soul is unbound.
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