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Waterboys

“Les âmes vides sont attirées par les opinions extrémistes” WB Yeats (1865-1939)

 
William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats fait partie des poètes et grands auteurs de la littérature irlandaise, à l'instar de James Joyce ou Oscar Wilde pour ne citer qu'eux.


The Waterboys ont repris le poème 'The stolen child' dans leur album "Fisherman's blues" sorti en 1988.


J'ai exhumé ce titre de ma pile de disques … 🎧 🎼


Come away, human child

To the water

Come away, human child

To the water and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

For the world's more full

of weeping than you can

understand


Where dips the rocky highland

Of sleuth wood in the lake

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats;

There we've hid our faery vats

Full of berries

And of reddest stolen cherries


Come away, human child

To the water

Come away, human child

To the water and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

For the world's more full

of weeping than you can

understand


Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light

Far off by furthest rosses

We foot it all the night

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles

While the world is full of troubles

And is anxious in its sleep


Come away, human child

To the water

Come away, human child

To the water and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

For the world's more full

of weeping than you can

understand


Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above glen-car

In pools among the rushes

The scarce could bathe a star

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

We give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams


Away with us he's going

The solemn-eyed:

He'll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside;

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast

Or see the brown mice bob

Around and around the oatmeal-chest


For he comes, the human child

To the water

He comes, the human child

To the water and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

From a world more full

of weeping than he can

understand

Human child

Human child

With a faery, hand in hand

From a world more full of

weeping than he can

understand...


Than he can understand...

He can understand...



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