Story Behind the Song
An Ancient celtic story of the welsh bard Taliesin.
Lyrics
The Tale Of Taliesin
I
Brought from the weir on the eve of the springing
Normally bringing in wealth for the kingdom
But ‘nought was there found, only singing
Wrapped to a pole, was a leather bag, hanging
Swaying and swinging to the rhythm, of the wind
Just an ordinary find for the king.
“Well I may not be gold, and I may not be silver,
a singer of songs and a bringer of freedom”
But oh no, for all woe, was Elphin not bringing a thing for the king.
But covered up by the leather bag was a ‘radiant brow’
His name ? Taliesin. He became, no lesser than
Anything ever claimed there before
II
Well, in the neighboring kingdom, they 're brave and not fearing
With wiser old men in their oaken grove clearings
No bards more angelic, in England.
So who is this man and what is he saying ?
He’s bragging and boasting of his bard from the weir
They threw him in jail on his ear.
Now, Taliesin, promising his, master his freedom . Traveled to Deganwy, to join in their feasting
But all the while there, he just sat in their halls playing blerwym on his lips to the bards.
So all their songs and all their thoughts, were playing blerwym on their lips to there lords.
III
Then with a song of the wind, he brought a storm forward
With words and such music, engulfing their minds
And manifesting form from illusion
The words filled the air in a glorious sound
Growing and blowing and swirling around
And stirring a fear in the kings
“Oh, Taliesin, Taliesin, hold back you’re singing. “It’s easy to see that you’re songs are inspiring”
“And oh you’re music, makes you the Greatest Bard In The West”
With a song that he sang, in a sweet angel voice. he broke the chains of his master’s restraint
Freeing Elphin
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Robert Wright
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