Folkklassieker du jour: The Quiet Joys Of Brotherhood

Een compositie van Richard Fariña, een van de meest onderschatte songschrijvers van de jaren ’60. De melodie is afkomstig van een oude Ierse folksong, My Lagan Love. De viool van Dave Swarbrick is bijna net zo mooi als de stem van Sandy.

As gentle tides go rolling by,
Along the salt sea strand
The colours blend and roll as one
Together in the sand.
And often do the winds entwine
Do send their distant call,
The quiet joys of brotherhood,
And love is lord of all.

The oak and weed together rise,
Along the common ground.
The mare and stallion light and dark
Have thunder in their sound.
The rainbow sign, the blended flower
Still have my heart in thrall.
The quiet joys of brotherhood,
And love is lord of all

But man has come to plough the tide,
The oak lies on the ground.
I hear their tires in the fields,
They drive the stallion down.
The roses bleed both light and dark,
The winds do seldom call.
The running sands recall the time
When love was lord of all.