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Lost Love E.Crook/A.LeFevre vox Rachel Hack/A LeF
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Lyrics by "Didi" E.M.Crook, music by A.P.LeFevre, Vocals by Rachel Hack & Andy LeFevre
moor moorland sighing weathe
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Melodic Folk, Rock and pop with thought provoking lyrics
Based on the magnificent unspoilt island paradise that is Lundy Island, in the Bristol channel and it’s many ‘colourful’ historical characters and events(smugglers, pirates andshipwrecks)- "Oh Lundy Isle" is a concept album years in the planning & making. Hope you history buffs, paradise adventurers and explorers will like it. Accompanying physicalCD's is abeautiful 14 page colour photographic record of Lundy with full lyrics to allit's historical andatmosphere capturingsongs. His debut CD "Raindance" including the 2010 song-of-the-year finalist "Life in Red City" was recorded in late 2010 and is available on iTunes here: Andy's follow-up 2nd album "Reflections" including "Still Under Your Spell" and the 2015 song-of-the-year finalist "Lost Love" was released in Feb. 2016 and is available on iTunes here:
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #68
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
A.P.LeFevre & E.M.Crook
Rights
A.P.LeFevre & E.M.Crook
Uploaded
March 05, 2015
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 160 kbps • 2:59
Story behind the song
A poem "Lost Love" was read out at a folk club I attend and the author ("Didi" E.M.Crook) said she'd always though it might be suitable for a song. I said I take a look at it - and here we are; hope I've done her beautiful words justice!
Lyrics
Lost Love (c) 2015 Music by A.P.LeFevre, Lyrics by E.M.Crook Vocals by Rachel Hack and Andrew LeFevre Verse 1 There’s a crying in the wind There’s a moaning in the heather There is sadness in the heath There is sighing in the weather Verse 2 The grass is waving at her feet Her skirt is blowing in the wind Her hair is streaming round her neck There is torture in her mind Break 1 Her shawl caught all about her Barefoot and wild she stands Spirit of the moorland heaths is she The girl with the roughened hands Verse 3 She thinks of her love of long ago Who passed away and left her He left when mist fell o’er the moor And went from her life forever Verse 4 Like her he was with raven hair Wild rugged and strong A moorland lad, born to be And should have lived there long Break 2 They played on wi-indy days and when mist shrouded the moor In summer sun they laughed with glee And ran to the weathered tor Verse 5 But now she stands there all alone Comfortless for ever There will always be the saddened heath And a sighing in the weather Break 1 (repeat) Her shawl caught all about her Barefoot and wild she stands Spirit of the moorland heaths is she The girl with the roughened hands The girl with the roughened hands
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