SUNNY BREAST OF MORVEN

Christmas Eve 1994 found my wife Nora and me escaping the normal hectic Christmas with family and friends for a quiet few days on our own in the Highlands of Scotland. We were together in a book shop when a book entitled "In the shadow of Lochnagar" suddenly leapt from the shelf, into my hands opening itself at page 8. Before me was the most beautiful poem written by the late John Murray of Morven. The book, compiled and written by his grand nephew Ian Murray, simply had to be purchased. By Boxing Day the poem had a tune. This song cost me £17.95 and it's worth every penny. I am indebted to Ian Murray and his family for allowing me to perform this song.

 

 

On the sunny breast of Morven, where the Avron sweetly blows,

Ptarmargen are nesting, at the melting of the snows,

Where in June the Heathbells, so sweetly fill the eye,

On the sunny breast of Morven, where I shall ever lie.

 

On the sunny breast of Morven, you can hear the cock grouse call,

The roaring of the stags at bay, echoing ere all,

Feel the gentle softness of the winds sweet lullaby,

On the sunny breast of Morven, where I shall ever lie.

 

On the sunny breast of Morven, you can hear the blizzards hiss,

Clouds blot out the landscape, and fill the dark abyss,

See the mighty eagle as he sweeps down from ahigh,

On the sunny breast of Morven, where I shall ever lie.

 

On the sunny breast of Morven, there's a spot that waits for me,

When I relinquish life's grim load, and set my spirit free,

To roam at will ere moor and hill, where the storm clouds meet the sky,

On the sunny breast of Morven, where shall ever lie.

 

© Joe Stead - Fore Lane Music Music 26th December 1994

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