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Joy of Living

Joy of Living
(Ewan MacColl)

Farewell you northern hills, you mountains all goodbye
Moorland and stony ridges, cracks and peaks goodbye
Glidderfach farewell, Coolbegs go fell, cloud bearing Sulven
Sun warmed rock and the cold bleak close frozen sea
The snow and the wind and the rain of hills and mountains
Days in the sun and the tempered winds and the air likewise
And you drink and you drink till you're drunk
On the joy of living

Farewell to you my love, my time is almost done
Lie in my arms once more until the darkness comes
You filled all my days, held the night at bay, dearest companion
Years pass by and they come with the speed of birds in flight
Our live like the verse of a song heard in the mountains
Give me your hand and love and join your voice with mine
We'll sing of the hurt and pain
And the joy of living

Farewell to you my chicks, soon you must fly alone
Flesh of my flesh, my future life, bone of my bone
May your wings be strong, may your days be long, sure be your journey
Each of you bears inside of you the gift of love
May it bring you light and warmth and the pleasure of giving
Eagle is safer each new day on the taster of his mouth
Never lose sight of the thrill
And the joy of living

Take me to some high place of heather, rock and ley
Scatter my dust and ashes, feed me to the wind
So that I will be part of all you see, the air you are breathing
I'll be part of the curlew's cry and the soaring hawk
The bloom ilk ward and the sundew hung with diamonds
I'll be riding the gentle wind that blows through your hair
Reminding you how we shared
In the joy of living

copyright Ewan MacColl Ltd.
tune: traditional Sicilian
recorded by Ewan MacColl on "Black And White" (1986),  with his
wife Peggy Seeger and their children Calum, Neill and Kirsty MacColl

"Ewan's love of life, his involvement in politics, his passionate
attachment to the traditional music and to theatre never abated, even
with the onset of ill health and old age. Although not the last song
he wrote, this was meant as a farewell to the world and to the people
he loved"
Ewan MacColl died in 1989, aged 74.


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