Meanwhile... one of my favorite love songs, as heard on the album Leaving Friday Harbour (Battlefield Band). You might recognize a line or two from the quote on my last blog. It's really a great album; you should look it up. That's my music recommendation for today (there will be more to come).
The Pleasure Will Be Mine
"If ye come wi' me tae Fintry,"
Willie says tae Caroline,
"I would hae a happy heart."
"The pleasure will be mine," she says,
"The pleasure will be mine."
The rain was falling down sae hard,
The drains were overflowing --
Ye'd almost think the flood was coming on.
So they huddled in the corner,
Tryin' to keep out all the water,
And he told her all the things he had in mind.
(chorus)
"The papers say the workforce
will be laid off after Christmas,
There's a downturn in the business, so they say.
I'll no' sit about here waitin'
On some company's decision,
So on Friday I'll be lifting my last pay."
"We'll pack our bags an' leave this place,
An' tak the road tae Fintry,
For the country air's as sweet as guid red wine.
And when summertime comes round again,
And corn is ripe for gatherin',
We'll find out if my notion's right or wrong."
They walked hand in hand, and wandered down
Beside the sleepy river,
Where the city sounds grew distant in their ears.
The moonbeams in the water
Glinted silver as he kissed her,
And the rumble of the city disappeared.
Willie says tae Caroline,
"I would hae a happy heart."
"The pleasure will be mine," she says,
"The pleasure will be mine."
The rain was falling down sae hard,
The drains were overflowing --
Ye'd almost think the flood was coming on.
So they huddled in the corner,
Tryin' to keep out all the water,
And he told her all the things he had in mind.
(chorus)
"The papers say the workforce
will be laid off after Christmas,
There's a downturn in the business, so they say.
I'll no' sit about here waitin'
On some company's decision,
So on Friday I'll be lifting my last pay."
"We'll pack our bags an' leave this place,
An' tak the road tae Fintry,
For the country air's as sweet as guid red wine.
And when summertime comes round again,
And corn is ripe for gatherin',
We'll find out if my notion's right or wrong."
They walked hand in hand, and wandered down
Beside the sleepy river,
Where the city sounds grew distant in their ears.
The moonbeams in the water
Glinted silver as he kissed her,
And the rumble of the city disappeared.
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