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  • 2017-10-03
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Описание к видео The Wander Light-Lindsay Field/Emily Taheny (Lawson/Thorn)

Emily Taheny, Lindsay Field and John Thorn(piano/composer) sing Henry Lawson's poem The Wander-Light (1902) from the Looking For Lawson Original Cast Recording. www.originmusicpublishing.com

words:Henry Lawson (1902), music:John Thorn (2014)

Oh my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways,
And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low;
I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not,
And restless and lost on a road that I know.

And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn
Tis the soiled rag of a tatter Of the tent where I was born.
And what matters it, I wonder? Brick or stone or calico
Or a bush you were born under, When it happened long ago?

And my beds were camp beds and tramp beds and damp beds,
And my beds were dry beds on drought-stricken ground,
Hard beds and soft beds, and wide beds and narrow
For my beds were strange beds the wide world round.

And the old hag seemed to ponder ('Twas my mother told me so),
And she said that I would wander Where but few would think to go.
'He will fly the haunts of tailors, He will cross the ocean wide,
For his fathers, they were sailors 'All on his good father's side.'

And my dreams are strange dreams, are day dreams, are grey dreams,
And my dreams are wild dreams, and old dreams and new;
They haunt me and daunt me with fears of the morrow
My brothers they doubt me, but my dreams come true.

And the old hag she seemed troubled as she bent above the bed,
'He will dream things and he'll see things to come true when he is dead.
He will see things all too plainly, and his fellows will deride,
For his mothers they were gypsies all on his good mother's side.'

I rest not, 'tis best not, the world is a wide one
And, caged for an hour, I pace to and fro;
I see things and dree things and plan while I'm sleeping,
I wander for ever and dream as I go.


For my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways,
And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low;
I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not,
And restless and lost on a road that I know.

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