The Planters Daughter
Eternal Love Blossoming Amidst Grafton's Whispers
Lyrics
March winds were blowing when we met
Meeting during March winds, setting the scene
A moment in time I won’t forget
A memorable moment that lingers
Rain drops were falling at your feet
Raindrops at her feet, enhancing her beauty
Reflecting your beauty on the street
Her beauty reflected on the street
Grafton Street was empty of all charm
Grafton Street lacks charm until they meet
You reached out and took me by the arm
She takes him by the arm, a significant connection
I’ve never felt as good as I felt then
He feels exceptionally good in her presence
I knew I’d never be the same again
A transformative moment, realizing life won't be the same
Down where the old churchyard lies
Referencing a location, perhaps a cemetery
Under the grey midland skies
Describing the setting under gloomy skies
Tumbled down and broken
Visual imagery of a deteriorated churchyard
Who’d say it’s not right
Raising questions about what is considered right
Our ancestors might
Suggesting ancestral perspectives on the relationship
But I’ll always love the planter’s daughter
Expressing enduring love for the planter's daughter
Strongbow’s blood ran in your veins
Highlighting heritage with a reference to Strongbow's blood
Of myself, I couldn’t say the same
The narrator feels inadequate in comparison
But somehow it seemed to be ok
Despite differences, the relationship is acceptable
And it didn’t really matter anyway
Emphasizing the insignificance of differences
Were I to live a thousand years
Expressing a timeless commitment, willing to live a thousand years
Or hear the angels whisper in my ears
Openness to mystical experiences and whispers of angels
And sit and watch the sunlight fade away
Watching the sunset, reflecting on a memorable spring day
I never will forget that one spring day
A pledge to never forget that significant day
Down where the old churchyard lies
Reiterating the reference to the old churchyard
Under the grey midland skies
Repeating the description of the setting under grey skies
Tumbled down and broken
Reiteration of the churchyard's state, symbolizing imperfection
Who’d say it’s not right
Raising the question of what is considered right again
Our ancestors might
Reflecting on ancestral opinions on the relationship
But I’ll always love the planter’s daughter
Final affirmation of enduring love for the planter's daughter
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