"PS-400 British Writers- Oh Mother Ida" by Numi Who

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Words From "OEnone" by Alfred Lord Tennyson; mother_ida_5_track_02

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Numi Who

I now create music so people can spend time with better company.

Cover Songs on Soundclick: https://www.soundclick.com/numiwhocreativecovers Writing: https://allpoetry.com/Mr._Numi_Who- Books: Numi Who? on Amazon (books) Art: http://wbiro.deviantart.com Early Art: http://www.flickr.com/photos/38154648@N00 Music Videos: http://www.youtube.com/user/wbiro Self-made Music Catalog (to 2016): http://numi-imagination-creations.me/01-art-catalog/wbiro_artistic_catalog_1967-2016_update_34.html Original Music on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/wbiro Cover Songs on Soundcloud (more complete list there): https://soundcloud.com/user-288568536

Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Poetry

Charts

Peak #16

Peak in subgenre #4

Author

words: Alfred Lord Tennyson; music: wbiro

Rights

wbiro

Uploaded

November 09, 2014

Track Files

MP3

MP3 5.9 MB • 224 kbps • 3:40

Story behind the song

poetry book improv

Lyrics

Oh, Mother Ida
Many fountained Ida
Dear Mother Ida
Hearken, here I die!

Born on a noon day
Quiet holds the hill
The grasshopper silent
In the grass

The lizard with the shadow
On the stone
Dressed like a shadow
And the winds are dead.

The purple flower droops
The golden beads
His lilly cradle
For I alone awake
My eyes are full of tears

My heart of love
My heart is breaking
My eyes are dim

And I am all weary
Of my life;

Oh Mother Ida
Many fountained Ida
Dear Mother Ida
Hearken, here I die,

Hear me,
I wouldn't fear me
Oh hills, oh caves
That house the cold crowned
Snake, oh mountain brew

I am the daughter of
A river God
Hear me, for I will speak
And build up all the hills

With my sorrow in my song
In yonder wall,
Beyond the wall.

Move slowly till
The music slowly breathes
Cloud that gathers the shape for a scene

It would be
That I speak of it
In a while
My heart may wander
From it's deeper woes...

Oh, Mother Ida
Many fountained Ida
Dear Mother Ida
Hearken, here I die!

Words From "OEnone" by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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