El viaje por la música navideña de Loreena McKennitt nos lleva, a "Seeds of love".
Aunque no es de Navidad, Loreena la incluyó en "A winter garden: Five songs for the seasons" y "A midwinter night`s dream".
Se trata, de una canción tradicional inglesa que nos habla del amor y del dolor. Las flores simbolizan las diferentes características: la violeta simboliza la modestia, el lirio la pureza, y la rosa es la cortesía. La rosa roja significa el amor verdadero y la curvatura del sauce es el dolor.
La música es de Loreena, mientras que la letra es tradicional.
Os dejo, con la letra y un vídeo de la misma.
Besitos y nos vemos, en "Gloucestershire Wassail".
SEEDS OF LOVE
Music: Loreena McKennitt
Lyric: Traditional
Lyric: Traditional
I sowed the seeds of love
I sowed them in the spring
I gathered them up in the morning so soon
When the small birds so sweetly sing
When the small birds so sweetly sing
The gardener was standing by
I asked him to choose for me
He chose for me the violet, the lily and the pink
But those I refused all three
But those I refused all three
The violet I did not like
Because it bloomed so soon
The lily and the pink I really over-think
So I thought I would wait till June
So I thought I would wait till June
In June there was a red rose bud
That is the flower for me
I often times have plucked that red rose bud
Till I gained the willow tree
Till I gained the willow tree
The willow tree will twist
The willow tree will twine
I oftentimes I´ve wished I was in the young man's arms
Who once had the heart of mine
Who once had the heart of mine
I sowed the seeds of love
I sowed them in the spring
I gathered them up in the morning so soon
When the small birds so sweetly sing
When the small birds so sweetly sing
I sowed them in the spring
I gathered them up in the morning so soon
When the small birds so sweetly sing
When the small birds so sweetly sing
The gardener was standing by
I asked him to choose for me
He chose for me the violet, the lily and the pink
But those I refused all three
But those I refused all three
The violet I did not like
Because it bloomed so soon
The lily and the pink I really over-think
So I thought I would wait till June
So I thought I would wait till June
In June there was a red rose bud
That is the flower for me
I often times have plucked that red rose bud
Till I gained the willow tree
Till I gained the willow tree
The willow tree will twist
The willow tree will twine
I oftentimes I´ve wished I was in the young man's arms
Who once had the heart of mine
Who once had the heart of mine
I sowed the seeds of love
I sowed them in the spring
I gathered them up in the morning so soon
When the small birds so sweetly sing
When the small birds so sweetly sing
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