Spancil Hill
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will
Where next I came to anchor at the cross at Spancil Hill
It being on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair
When Ireland’s sons and daughters where all assembled there
The young and the old the brave and the bold, their duties to fulfil
At the parish Church at Cluney a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say
The old were all dead and gone and the young ones turning grey
I met old Tailor Quigley, he’s as bold as ever still
Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She’s as wild as any lily and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying ‘Johnny I love you still’
She’s now the farmer’s daughter the pride of Spancil Hill
I asked her would she marry me as in the days of yore
She said ‘Johnny, you’re only joking, as many’s the time before
But the cock crew in the morning and he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill
Pour ceux qui ne sont pas fans des versions traditionnelles, il y a celle des Corrs qui l'est déjà beaucoup moins.
Cette magnifique chanson raconte l'histoire d'un homme qui - après des années passées loin de son Irlande natale - retrouve la terre chère à son coeur et rend visite à tous ses anciens amis, voisins, etc. et à la fin il retrouve son premier amour... Hélas au chant du coq il se réveil en Californie à des kilomètres de la plus belle île du monde.
"Les hommes éveillés n'ont qu'un monde, mais les hommes endormis ont chacun leur monde." (Héraclite)
N'est-ce pas cruel de retrouver la réalité après un si beau rêve?
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