This is a haunting and glorious song. I love the layers to it. The Trad style and the universal tale of Father/Daughter love that even has intonations of the old Celtic tradition of fostering children between households. This is going to be the next song I learn and share around the bonfire. Thank you for your inspired creation. Blessed be.

THE KNARRS

One autumn day I rambled by the ruins of a farmhouse high.
I heard the sad and eerie sigh as the wind blew o'er the Knarrs.
Come hear the music of the stones as the wind blows o'er the Knarrs.

And as I stood to hear enthralled I saw an old man by the wall,
(And) gently I unto him called “How the wind blows o'er the Knarrs.
Come tell to me old man I pray, whence come these sounds I hear today,
For I fear I hear some piper play beneath the rocks of Knarrs
Come hear the music of the stones as the wind blows o'er the Knarrs.

The old man then this story told how long ago in days of old
The faerie folk in halls of gold did dwell beneath the Knarrs.
And in the old farmhouse of stone there lived an old man all alone
But the faerie sent a changeling home for him to raise on Knarrs.
Come hear the music of the stones as the wind blows o'er the Knarrs.

This faerie child right from the start she fairly won the old man's heart
But years went by and they must part as the wind blows o'er the Knarrs.
So they vowed each year as leaves they fall the child would on the old man call
And play for him from the golden hall, the pipes beneath the Knarrs
Come hear the music of the stones as the wind blows o'er the Knarrs.

And though this happened long years past both child and man kept the bargain fast
Vows made in love forever last as the wind blows o'er the Knarrs
I turned to look at the ruined stones that once had been an old man's home
When I turned back I stood alone though the pipes still played from the Knarrs
Come hear the music of the stones as the wind blows o'er the Knarrs.
Come hear the music of the stones for the pipes still play from the Knarrs.



{Background
The farm and music existed.  The farm was close to a round barrow mound.  When we started to make it habitable in the 60s it had been empty for decades and had no electricity, gas, running water, windows, doors etc.  perhaps the music came from the wind blowing through the stonework, perhaps it was from the underground stream that fed the well, perhaps it was from something else.  (I wonder if the present occupants of the site, recently on the market for nearly £1/3  million, ever hear anything.)}

The Knarrs

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The songs are not here to be passively listened to but are for those who want to learn them to sing themselves. The greatest compliment you can pay to a song is to sing it better than the person you learned it from. 

Following a recent conversation I’ve put the lyrics to my songs on each song’s page now. They may not be exactly the words on the accompanying recording; the thing I love about live music is that each time you do something it’s unique. If you want to sing any of these songs at singarounds etc, feel free to adapt them to your own style but, if you’re going to sing them, please don’t just learn the tune and sing the words from a sheet, songs are for singing not reading!!! (If you forget any words, just make your own up.)

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The Knarrs

Sthomason

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