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Lyr Add: There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood DigiTrad: FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD |
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Subject: Lyr Add: FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD (Joan B Short) From: Joe Offer Date: 14 Sep 08 - 01:29 AM With the Getaway coming up, I thought I ought to work on some songs I've wanted to learn. This transcription is just a bit different from what I found in the Digital Tradition, so I thought I'd post it. FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD (Joan Boyd Short) There is a fountain filled with blood The blood of our mining men so brave Who worked together in the black coal pits Men who dug each other's graves
Men who dug each other's graves, O Lord, Men who dug each other's graves. Who worked together in the black coal pits Men who dug each other's graves. The tears of our children and our wives For their husbands and sons, all good mining men Who so senselessly have died There is a river filled with blood That once was so beautiful and grand 'Til the strip miners tore down our mountainside Now it runs brown with the blood of our land There is a fountain filled with blood The blood of our brave mining men Let us stand beneath its powerful flood Be revived to fight and win. copyright Joan Boyd Short transcribed from the 1981 Helen Schneyer album "On the Hallelujah Line", Folk Legacy records Tune: "Fountain filled with blood," traditional hymn, written or transcribed by Lowell Mason, found in many hymn books The Music of Coal CD collection (Lonesome Records and Publishing, 2007) has a recording of this song by Elder James Caudill. The Caudill recording is closer to the Digital Tradition text, but includes only verses 1, 2, and 4. Here are the notes from Music of Coal:
Anybody know anything else about Joan Boyd Short? Google tells me whe's a member of the Friends of the Carter Family Fold Steering Committee, so apparently she's still involved in music. -Joe- |
Subject: Lyr Add: THERE IS A FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD From: Joe Offer Date: 14 Sep 08 - 01:40 AM Here's a Lutheran version of the original: There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood (by William Cowper, 1731-1800) 1. There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. 2. The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have (may) I, as vile as he, Washed (wash) all my sins away. 3. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more. 4. E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme And shall be till I die. 5. When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save. Heavenly Highway Hymns (Brentwood-Benson Music Publishing) substitutes "may" and "wash" where shown in parentheses above, and includes a burden with each verse, following this pattern:
Lose all their guilty stains. And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains.
I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.
_______________________________________________________ I often pair this with There Is Power in the Blood - but only at gospel sings, not at religious services. |
Subject: RE: Version Add: Fountain Filled With Blood From: kytrad (Jean Ritchie) Date: 14 Sep 08 - 04:52 PM Now that I'm sorting through old letters, at age 85, I just yesterday ran across three or four long ones from Joan Boyd- as she was then- I think she was also a friend of Bill Ed Wheeler, and maybe that's how I originally met her. We were very close for a few years, and then our lives moved apart, because of the miles between us I suppose. She was a fine person, energetic and honest, and her letter still are interesting, exciting to read. Fond greetings, Joan, wherever you are! Jean |
Subject: RE: Version Add: Fountain Filled With Blood From: GUEST,JBSBigStoneGap Date: 04 Oct 08 - 05:05 PM Hello out there in folk music land... Someone passed along to me your inquiry about "There is a Fountain," the lyrics of which I wrote in the early seventies to the familiar hymn tune I had grown up singing in my childhood church. I'm not sure where Helen Schneyer learned it or got her version of the lyrics, as I did not discover she had recorded it until one of my former students ran across it in some research he was doing in undergrad school. I called Folk Legacy and they sent me a copy of her cd with apologies for not trying harder to contact me. No problem. That's why it's called "folk music," after all. The original version of my lyrics appeared in Guy and Candie Carawan's book entitled Voices from the Mountains, published in 1975 by the University of Georgia Press. It was republished in l996. Through a series of mistaken miscommunications, the lyrics on the Music of Coal cd set actually contain the one or two small changes Helen Schneyer made for whatever reason. That's fine, except in one very notable place the rearranged wording creates a very difficult meter flaw. "Life" interferred with my basic three-chord folk singing career when I became a high school teacher in 1978. I retired this past year after 30 years. I live very close to music and to musicians...I'm married to singer/songwriter Ron Short...and I consider my musical associations to be one of the great blessings of my life. I was very fortunate indeed to work some with Jean in the late sixties and early seventies when I was living in Nashville and working for WSM television, and it was my honor to call her my dear friend. I am very sorry that our diverse lives caused us to lose touch. The same goes for Billy Edd. The first song I wrote, entitled "Mountain Stream" (also published in Voices from the Mountains) was dedicated to the two of them for their patience, support, encouragement, and friendship. If you are interested, my original lyrics appear below: There is a fountain filled with blood The blood of our mountain men so brave, Men who worked together in the black coal pits, Men who dug each other's graves. Men who dug each other's graves, Oh God, Men who dug each other's graves, Men who worked together in the black coal pits, Men who dug each other's graves. There is a river that runs with tears, The tears of the children and the wives For their fathers and husbands, good mining men, Who so senslessly have died (Repeat last 2 lines using same pattern as first verse) There is a river so deep and wide, It was once so beautiful and grand, 'til the stripminers tore off our mountainsides, Now it runs brown with the blood of our land. (Repeat using same pattern.) There is a fountain filled with blood The blood of our land and of our men Let us stand beneath its powerful flood Be revived to fight and win. (Repeat using same pattern) Best wishes, Joan |
Subject: RE: Version Add: Fountain Filled With Blood From: open mike Date: 05 Oct 08 - 05:24 AM how wonderful that on mudcat people can become re-acquainted with each other despite the obstacles of the years and the miles!! |
Subject: RE: Version Add: Fountain Filled With Blood From: Joe Offer Date: 05 Oct 08 - 06:30 PM Thank you very much for dropping by, Joan - and for posting the correcte lyrics. I hope you'll stop by again. -Joe Offer- |
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