Lyr Add: The Old Minstrel (trad Basque)
Subject: Lyr Add: The Old Minstrel|
From: Nigel Parsons
Date: 28 Jul 11 - 08:56 AM
THE OLD MINSTREL
Words: Florence Hoare
A Basque folk song
Have you seen our wand'ring minstrel as he journeys through the town,
With his old guitar a-hanging from its cord of dusty brown?
His voice is low and feeble, and weak his fingers are.
But he sets our hearts a-dancing, With his tra-la-la-la-la.
For he sings of golden valleys where the orange blossoms grow,
And the dimpling water flashes in the mossy pools below.
And voices wake and echo from out the old guitar,
'Til the dim streets seem to brighten with his tra-la-la-la-la.
Then his hands no longer tremble, and his old eyes tender grow.
'Tis a song of happy childhood that he murmers sweet and low.
From fields of hope and gladness though now he wanders far.
He awakes youth's bygone music with his tra-la-la-la-la.
From: Folk Songs of Many Lands
Collected by J Spencer Curwen
T: The Old Minstrel
Z: NP 28/7/2011
F>G | A3 F c>d | (c>A) F2 A>A | G3F A>G | F2 z F>G |A3 F c>d | (c>A) F2 A>A | G3F A>G | F2 z d2 | c3 G A>B | c>B A2 d2 |
(c2 e>)d c>B | A2 z F>G| A3F c>d | (c>A) F2 A>A | G3 F A>G | F6 ||
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