We Bring the Summer In
from James Olin Oden Hosted by James Olin Oden
When I first stood at the Cliffs of Moher, I did what I do in high places and pulled out my whistle and began to play an extemporaneous tune. When I was done a lady walked up and thanked me for playing what she said was a sad and very appropriate tune. I was a little confused, but confusion turned to sadness as she explained this was a place where people ended their lives and that her brother had not been dead quite year. For years I have wanted to put this into song and have failed. I think I finally succeeded. We Bring the Summer In by James Olin Oden It was in the month of July, Thugamar féin an samhradh linn*, I found me-self on the Cliffs of Moher Playing a mournful tune. The mists rose up from the ocean below, Thugamar féin an samhradh linn, Samhain’s winds on my heart did blow, Though the summer we brought in. (Chorus) Fly, fly away, And yet you fall, Fly, fly away, To the rocks you withdraw, To the rocks you withdraw, And when I ceased to play A woman approached me, She said you play quite well lad, And most appropriately. I stared confused at her, While she explained what kind of place this be, How many lives are ended here, Thinking they might be free. (Chorus) Now the horror began to set in As she continued on, For it had not yet been a year, Since her brother took the fall. And then it was I understood, The meaning became full, The harm done when we take our hands, And the seasons re-arrange. * "Thugamar féin an samhradh linnn" - we bring the summer in. It is from a Bealtaine song of the same name.
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