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Widow With Shawl (A Portrait)

Music and lyrics by Donovan P. Leitch


"Widow With Shawl", a portrait

Dear wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore

Forsake her not in times of storm
Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore

Whether he be in Africa
Or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams
I a-weary wait upon the shore

Dear snow, white gulls upon the wave
I, like you, am lamenting, for my love
I a-weary cry upon the shore

And in my chariot of sleep
I ride the vast and dreamy deep, deep sea
I awake a-weary on the shore

Seven years and seven days
No man has seen my woman ways, dear God
I a-weary cry upon the shore

Along the shingled beach I go
The wind about me as I make my way
To my weary dream upon my bed

Dear wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore


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Widow With Shawl (Donovan In Concert Version)

Music and lyrics by Donovan P. Leitch


[Introducing Widow With Shawl (A Portrait), only at the begining of this track in the 1968 original album version. In the 2006 expanded version it's at the end of Guinevere]:

You sound very nice as well. This next song, you must imagine, takes place in the Eighteenth Century, in England, somewhere. And this song tells the story of a young lady who is lamenting her lover, who has gone to sea. This is in the days of the sailing ships, and when they went to sea, they went away for... a long time. Twenty-five years, maybe thirty years. Well, this is a widow... she supposes she's a widow, and she's walking along the beach. And this is her song.

Dear wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill her sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore

Forsake her not in times of storm
Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore

Whether he be in Africa
Or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams
I a-weary wait upon the shore

And in my chariot of sleep
I ride the vast and dreamy deep, deep sea
I awake a-weary on the shore

Dear snow, white gull upon the wave
I, like you, am lamenting, for my love
I a-weary cry upon the shore

Seven years and seven days
No man has seen my woman ways, dear God
I a-weary cry upon the shore

Along the shingled beach I go
The wind about me as I make my way
To my weary dream upon my bed

Dear wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill her sail
I a-weary wait upon the shore

 

[Only in the 2006 expanded version]: Thank you

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