52Frames - Week 13: Line from a Song

“ A Little Sunshine ”


I used the random line generator and received "Oh, the wind and rain" by Gillian Welch. I didn't look up the song before I decided what I wanted to photograph because I had an image in my head and the weather was cooperating this week. With gray rainy days and some wind to boot, my bright sunny daffodils were hanging their heads. Even still with the social isolation of week 2 and the gray days, the daffodils are a reminder that there is sunshine ahead. All we have to do is bow our heads and carry on - the storm will part, I'm sure of that. Now if you want something depressing, read the song lyrics (a friend sent them to me when I sent my photo over) but I don't recommend that in today's climate. Just remember that the sun will come out again, just carry on.




And now for the song this line came from - which is not what inspired my sunshine daffodil photos. Here’s the song. Totally tragic….

https://youtu.be/MtnKT2ipRgs

Lyrics: Traditional

There were two sisters of county Clare,

Oh, the wind and rain

One was dark and the other was fair,

Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.

And they both had a love of the miller's son,

Oh, the wind and rain

But he was fond of the fairer one,

Oh, the dreadful wind and rain.

So she pushed her into the river to drown

oh, the wind and rain.

And watched her as she floated down

oh, the dreadful wind and rain.

And she floated till she came to the millers pond

oh, the wind and the rain

Dead on the water like a golden swan

oh, the dreadful wind and rain.

As she came to rest on the riverside

oh, the wind and the rain

And her bones were washed by the rolling tide

oh, the dreadful wind and rain.

And along the road came a fiddler fair

oh, the wind and rain

And found her bones just a lying there, cried

oh, the dreadful wind and rain

So he made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone

oh, the wind and the rain

He a made a fiddle peg of her long finger bone, crying

oh, the dreadful wind and rain

And he strung his fiddle bow with her long yeller hair

oh, the wind and the rain

He strung his fiddle bow with her long yeller hair, cried

oh, the dreadful wind and rain.

And he made a fiddle fiddle of her breast bone

oh, the wind and rain

He made a fiddle fiddle of her breast bone, cried

oh, the dreadful wind and rain

But the only tune that the fiddle could play was

oh, the wind and rain

The only tune that the fiddle would play was

oh, the dreadful wind and rain.

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