Growing up in Brockenborings was ever so grand. So here is another song about those lovely lands up north.
Home to more or less legendary sheepdogs, an angry ma (who still makes me feel welcome every time I come home), and lots of grand sturdy northern hobbits, I always love visiting Brockenborings. Everytime I do, I feel inspired ter write another song of me home.
The song is based on a medley of Jock O' Hazeldean and The Gentle Maiden. The shift in the melody line + rhythm halfway through the song made fer an interesting challenge in writing the words below. My own version was first performed at Green Dragon Friday March 28 2013.
Grand Northern Land Song
A field where dewdrops linger long A field of grassy green Where flowers sway in northern breeze No finer you have seen
Where badgers dig into the soil And greet the spring with song It's close to home and family It's where I do belong
I long for friendly words tonight The path leads to the door Inside me ma with biscuits sweet She asks if I want more
I rest beside the fireplace When someone licks me cheek# Me dog has seen me biscuit plate He's anything but meek
With tea and dog and blanket warm I never felt so grand No harm will come to us tonight We're safe in northern land
No sounds but friendly words tonight Behind the kitchen door Inside me ma with biscuits sweet She asks if I want more
When evening approaches I wander Down the roads where I used to play The neighbours greet me friendly Making me feel like it's yesterday
The inn is as loud and lively As when I played there those years ago The locals still favour their porter Dark with a subtle earthy glow
We sing through the night, loud, loud as we Toast those not around We never forget all the friends we had Who lived in the northern land
The sun rises slow over Greenfields When we all stumble our way back home We're happy the path leads us downwards# Drunk from the ale with the earthen foam
The breakfast is served when I enter Bacon and eggs will do wonders now The time passes slow here in Brockenborings Where songs flutter through the bough
A song through the day, loud, loud as we Toast those not around We never forget all the friends we had Who lived in the northern land
More songs
Another song with a similar theme is The Brockenborings Song. Else, yer can see me other song lyrics in me songbook.