Well they have called, and I am sworn to answer.
Before the fall I will be shipped to war.
But by my oath on this last rose of summer
Sweet Mary Mitchell I offer you my hand.
And though to me it seems unworthy
To fight and die in another’s land
Comfort me that I am not unworthy
And in thine eyes that I am still a man.
Those times we shared along the river kissing
By me shall never be forgotten to the sea.
And when I cross that desert battle blazing
Our secret words upon my lips shall be.
And though to me it seems unworthy
To ask your hand when I’m already gone,
Stay with me and home I soon will be,
Then tangled roots we will sink into this ground.
credits
from Where the Lone Pine Stands,
released November 5, 2015
lyrics: d. schramm
melody: trad. Irish
guitar & vocals: d. schramm
banjo & backup vocals: r. wittke
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023