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I have written songs and music for as long as I can remember.
I have (mostly) grown in confidence as I have performed and written more. The hour is late, and it is past time that I made recordings. Not just for sharing, but for posterity. For my kids, mostly.
I’m also a vocal/fiddle/piano gun for hire. If you think we could/should work together get in touch via the Contact page.
And for no reason other than it’s on my mind today, below is song of mine I thought I’d share. Below are lyrics to a song that started to foment whilst blackberry picking in Victoria Park, Belfast quite a few seasons ago….
The story, is whatever you make of it….
Purple Hand Gang (Blackberries)
I went out picking blackberries today
The sun shone royal blue
The evening light shone down on you
We walked through the woods to the back of the park
I wouldn’t go walkin’ round here after dark
But evening light has a way
Of making a rough edge smooth
Seems like a bridge too far
For me to fill this vessel up
I’ve never known an overflowing cup
And all the easy pickins’ fall at my feet
You gotta dig a little deeper for something sweet
As butterflies dance around us furiously
In beautiful war
We were not alone
Others made a home on this stretch of land
We knew them by their purple hands
And we met a woman
She shook her head
“Not as good as last year”, she said
But maybe that’s just me.
Maybe that’s just me.
I went out picking blackberries today
The sun shone royal blue
Evening light is far less cruel
As the summer starts to fall away
And land on the ground
She sounds a note of caution says
“Look around, this evening light is fading
Change is coming soon”…
And we were not alone
Others made a home on this stretch of land
We knew them by their purple hands
And we met a woman
She shook her head
“Not as good as last year”, she said
But maybe that’s just me…..
We walked through the woods to the back of the park
I wouldn’t go walkin’ round here after dark
But evening light has a way
Of making a rough edge smooth.
roisin whyte 