Merry Mountain Child

 
Performed by:
Brian Thorp
Recorded in:
Holmfirth Folk Festival
Recorded on:
06/05/2006
Recorded by:
Ray Padgett and Steve Gardham
Genre:
Nostalgia
Keywords:
Home,
Landscape
 

Archival information

TYG:
42
Key:
Eb
Time Signature:
2/4
Roud id:
1769
Laws id:
Master title:
Merry Mountain Child
Places Cited:

Lyrics

1
Come strike the harp, I long to hear those merry tales of old,
Ere youth has lost its flowery wreath and loving hearts grow cold,
And loving, loving hearts grow cold.
For it brings me back those happy times when roaming free and wild,
I played about my native home, I played about my native home,
I played about my native home, a merry mountain child.

2
Oh, tell me not of other lands across the deep blue sea,
This little isle of freedom’s sons, it’s dearer far to me,
It’s dearer, dearer far to me,
But tell me of that rural cot where happy faces smile,
And pleasant voices call me there, etc., a merry mountain child.

3
I wandered far through distant climes where dark-eyed daughters dwell,
And beauty charms the yielding soul with her resistless spell,
With her, with her resistless spell.
But oft-times turned my face away where youth and beauty smile,
To think of all the joys that blessed, etc.

4
Then strike the harp I long to hear those merry tales again.
Oh, let me linger o’er those tones, that native mountain strain,
That native, native mountain strain,
For it brings me back those happy times, that bleak and stormy wild,
Where nature makes me glad to be, etc.

Recorded by Ray Padgett and Steve Gardham at Holmfirth Folk festival.