| Author | Topic: Add: Mountain Duel | |
| dmcg | Posted - 11 Jan 05 - 11:50 am | |
From my love there came a letter (La la la la la la la la la la la.) Sent from Towyn, where I met her (La la la la la la la la la la la.) Come to me, my love, come quickly," (La la la la la la la la la) Go I must, or else I'd fret her. (La la la la la la la la la la la.) Mountain path was hawthorn prickly Yet my love had said, "Come quickly", First I climbed, the mountain crested, Now the grey mist gathered thickly. By the crags the eagles nested, Wind-blown ghosts I bravely breasted, Bound for Towyn, never daunted Valley path I blindly quested. Wandered gulleys, shadow haunted, Tripped and torn and crow-call taunted, Saved by sun as bright as May-dew, Down the road to Towyn jaunted. This reward my sweetheart jewel, Gave me for my mountain duel, "Call this quickly? What delayed you?" Love can be so very cruel. Source: Singing Together, Autumn 1974, BBC Publications Notes: The pamphlet acknowledges John Emlyn Edwards for the lyrics, but does not say if he is the author or a translator. | ||
| Jon Freeman | Posted - 14 Jan 05 - 12:41 am | |
... or which Towyn or Tywyn. Maybe the one by Aberdovey? | ||