Just listened to the new album all the way through while shoveling the drive. There's something distinctively meditative about performing a repetitive action while listening to some old mountain music. The banjo tunes were especially hypnotic. At times, it feels as though you and Peter are playing to an audience of gently drooping trees and wet snow flakes, and I couldn't ask for more on a day like today. P.S. I arranged "Texas" for mandolin, and I intend to film it one of these days. Thanks!
117 likes and zero dislikes. That is rare, but not a surprise with this song. Its like a distant echo of ancient tragedy coming back to life, haunting beauty, 11/10
“Oh, sister dear, I can read your dream Read in it grief and sorrow. Your true love John, he lies dead and gone In the dewy dens of Yarrow.” She tore her hair around her hands All in grief and sorrow She tore a blue ribbon from out her hair That she had received in Yarrow Then over hill and over dale And through the streams so narrow, ‘Til she came upon her true love John, All dead and gone in Yarrow. Her hair it was three quarters long The color it was yellow. She tied it round his middle so small And she bore him home from Yarrow. “Oh, daughter dear, don’t weep and mourn All in grief and sorrow. I can marry you to a much nobler man Than the one you lost in Yarrow.” “Oh, father dear, you have seven sons, You can wed them each tomorrow. But the finest flower of them all Was the one I loved in Yarrow.”
You sir, are a true inspiration for an ol' fart who is attempting to revive himself musically! I only just found these today, March 23rd, 2018. Thank you so mush for sharing these out here for us all to see and experience! Heart melting and sincere! Well done good sir! Catchya out on the winding path one day!
Thanks for the free download of this track Tim! I noticed in your newsletter that you said it was a Vermont love song; I suspect it is much older than that. It seems like it is actually an Americanized version of "The Dowie Dens of Yarrow"--a Scots folk tune.
Quite right. A gloomy ballad of incest, jealousy and fratricide. Brilliant stuff. The tune is quite similar to the version sung by Davie Stewart, as recorded by Hamish Henderson research.culturalequity.org/rc-b2/get-audio-detailed-recording.do?recordingId=12504
@foureyes99 Cool! I also feel like the best tunes get better after some repetition. Shoveling is also more interesting to me after a good while- at first it's a pain, but it eventually gets top be some kind of contemplative mission. Or something.
Hi, this is lovely. I suspect the Vermont version has evolved from 'Willie's drowned in Yarrow' a song from the Scottish Border country. It definitely has a Scottish/ English vobe about it. Of course, I could be wrong. Either way, it is lovely. thanks, Paul
Oh sister dear, I can read your dream, read in it grief and sorrow. Your true love John, he lies dead and gone in the dewy dens of Yarrow. She tore her her hair around her hands all in grief and sorrow. She tore a blue ribbon from out her hair that she had received in Yarrow. Then over hill, and over dale, and through the stream so narrow, till she came upon her true love John, all dead and gone in Yarrow. Her hair it was three quarters long, the colour, it was yellow. She tied it round his middle so small, and she bore him home from Yarrow. Oh daughter dear, don't weep and mourn all in grief and sorrow. I can marry you too a much nobler man than the one you lost in Yarrow. Oh father dear, you have seven sons. You can wed them each tomorrow. But the finest flower of them all was the one I loved in Yarrow.
From my friends Ty and Robin (Red Heart the Ticker). It's from the bunch of songs Robin's grandmother Margaret MacArthur learned from old fashioned singers in Vermont over the years.
The act of binding him in her hair is so desperate and symbolic… it’s so heartbreaking
I just love the music you play. It brings me such peace. Such peace. Thank you.
Just listened to the new album all the way through while shoveling the drive. There's something distinctively meditative about performing a repetitive action while listening to some old mountain music. The banjo tunes were especially hypnotic. At times, it feels as though you and Peter are playing to an audience of gently drooping trees and wet snow flakes, and I couldn't ask for more on a day like today.
P.S. I arranged "Texas" for mandolin, and I intend to film it one of these days. Thanks!
117 likes and zero dislikes. That is rare, but not a surprise with this song. Its like a distant echo of ancient tragedy coming back to life, haunting beauty, 11/10
“Oh, sister dear, I can read your dream
Read in it grief and sorrow.
Your true love John, he lies dead and gone
In the dewy dens of Yarrow.”
She tore her hair around her hands
All in grief and sorrow
She tore a blue ribbon from out her hair
That she had received in Yarrow
Then over hill and over dale
And through the streams so narrow,
‘Til she came upon her true love John,
All dead and gone in Yarrow.
Her hair it was three quarters long
The color it was yellow.
She tied it round his middle so small
And she bore him home from Yarrow.
“Oh, daughter dear, don’t weep and mourn
All in grief and sorrow.
I can marry you to a much nobler man
Than the one you lost in Yarrow.”
“Oh, father dear, you have seven sons,
You can wed them each tomorrow.
But the finest flower of them all
Was the one I loved in Yarrow.”
Just wonderful. Another great classic ballad give Tim's authentic sounding treatment.
You sir, are a true inspiration for an ol' fart who is attempting to revive himself musically! I only just found these today, March 23rd, 2018. Thank you so mush for sharing these out here for us all to see and experience! Heart melting and sincere! Well done good sir! Catchya out on the winding path one day!
Love these videos. Love this setting. Thank Tim.
Thanks for the free download of this track Tim! I noticed in your newsletter that you said it was a Vermont love song; I suspect it is much older than that. It seems like it is actually an Americanized version of "The Dowie Dens of Yarrow"--a Scots folk tune.
Quite right. A gloomy ballad of incest, jealousy and fratricide. Brilliant stuff. The tune is quite similar to the version sung by Davie Stewart, as recorded by Hamish Henderson research.culturalequity.org/rc-b2/get-audio-detailed-recording.do?recordingId=12504
this is really nice.
@foureyes99 Cool! I also feel like the best tunes get better after some repetition. Shoveling is also more interesting to me after a good while- at first it's a pain, but it eventually gets top be some kind of contemplative mission. Or something.
Hi, this is lovely. I suspect the Vermont version has evolved from 'Willie's drowned in Yarrow' a song from the Scottish Border country. It definitely has a Scottish/ English vobe about it. Of course, I could be wrong. Either way, it is lovely. thanks, Paul
this is fairly close to the 'Dowie Dens of Yarrow'...check out the magnificent version by Dick Gaughn!
@@bernardwills9674 Yep, Dick G is fantastic...and he's a gentleman.
This is the most beautiful song lad...
When will you come to San Fran? Would like to see you live!
@batfancy I got it!! And love it.. I bought the download version..Excellent in every way!Take care you guys..Cathy/mudbanjo
This is music.
@muddybanjo Great- I'm glad you like it!
@muddybanjo Yes! It came out really nice. There's a link in the description.
Love this.
But I can't figure out for the life of me how you keep your pegs from popping while playing outside in the snow. ;)
@samuelleibowitz Yeah, they kept slipping- I just try to adjust to whatever the instrument is doing.
Love this song! What chords are you playing?? Would you ever consider making videos on how to play these songs??
Oh sister dear, I can read your dream,
read in it grief and sorrow.
Your true love John, he lies dead and gone
in the dewy dens of Yarrow.
She tore her her hair around her hands
all in grief and sorrow.
She tore a blue ribbon from out her hair
that she had received in Yarrow.
Then over hill,
and over dale,
and through the stream so narrow,
till she came upon her true love John,
all dead and gone in Yarrow.
Her hair it was three quarters long,
the colour, it was yellow.
She tied it round his middle so small,
and she bore him home from Yarrow.
Oh daughter dear, don't weep and mourn
all in grief and sorrow.
I can marry you too a much nobler man
than the one you lost in Yarrow.
Oh father dear, you have seven sons.
You can wed them each tomorrow.
But the finest flower of them all
was the one I loved in Yarrow.
Hello everyone!
Could somebody tell me where can I find the lyrics? I can't find it.
@TheGhost5600 GDgd is what I usually play in.
Hey Tim...Looking forward to hearing the new album. What is your tuning on this tune and The Dying Californian?
Stop being so good and give someone else a chance!
Anybody knows how to find the lyrics?
Love it..is this album finished?
Where’d you learn this version mate?
From my friends Ty and Robin (Red Heart the Ticker). It's from the bunch of songs Robin's grandmother Margaret MacArthur learned from old fashioned singers in Vermont over the years.
Oops. Didn't see this. Great minds think alike!