And then I saw her My vision woman Hair abundant And flowing about Falling starlike Touching the dewdrops Stepping lightly Brushing the heath Upon her chest Her breasts Perfection Her face a rose hip Her neck a swan...
And Iarla's liner notes re this track...
In the tradition of the 'vision song' a story unfolds of a woman of great beauty, sometimes symbolising Ireland, who encounters the poet in a dream.
This particularly beautiful and mysterious version was introduced to me by the composer Peadar O Riada, whose guidance resulted in this recording of 1978 when I was 14 yrs old. The juxtaposition of child and love song gives this rendition its enigmatic power.