Hopefully the trail won't be just too long.

[vakkotaur]

After reading a post about the upcoming end of a Renaissance performance group and the effect it was having on one of the performers in it, I found myself quietly humming part of a tune that seems to fit, in attitude if not exactly in lyrics. It's not a Renaissance piece, but something from the First World War. If you've heard it, you know the feeling of forlorn wistfulness which it conveys.

There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams.

There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going
Down that long, long trail with you.

Lyrics: Stoddard King
Score: Zo Elliot

Comments

[kelloggs2066.livejournal.com]

Great... Now you've got it stuck in my head...

(And, yes, it is a beautiful song.)

[rillifane.livejournal.com]

That is one of my favorite WWI era songs. The only thing that matches it is Roses of Picardy