"Red Headed Bee & Bee's Jig" genre: Celtic
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	Solid original songwriting with a beautiful traditional "feel", plus rock solid traditional jig. If you listen to most of their songs, they are not the rowdy drunken groups often associated with Celtic music. With songs like "Not the First Time", "Blue Butterfly" and "Never Too Early", their songs are overflowing with Celtic Romance. (Marc Gunn of "Brobdignagian Bards", editor Celtic Muse)
	MP3.com CD: Never Too Early - buy it! MP3.com CD: Clonmoylan Samples Compilation - buy it! MP3.com CD: VISIONS - own compositions - buy it! CD: Never Too Early & Clonmoylan Samples & Visions   Label: Bow Triplets Credits: Original composition by Stef Sigfalk
	Story Behind the Song Not only those who left the shores of Ireland to venture across the Atlantic often missed their loved ones from home. Someone left behind perhaps lost a beloved person to America and spent a lifetime in grief of that loss. I had to write the song about Belinda McGee to express this. Belinda's happy jig at the end symbolises the ability of the Irish to survive and turn dispair into hope. Lyrics One fine bright morning as I went a-fishing I followed the cattle track down to the sea Along the green ridges and through the black gully And there lay my little boat waiting for me Up from the bay I could smell the salt waters The morning sun spread its first rays on the sea I caught a glimpse of a redheaded girl On the shore near my boat sat Belinda McGee I hurried down as fast as my feet could take me For something was wrong that I clearly could see Bewildered and breathless I stood there before her Tears covered the face of Belinda McGee Kneeling beside her and anxious to know I could hear distant cries from the seagulls above Then she looked up and her lips started moving She wispered that I was her only true love Since I was small and could walk the black gully My trustiest friend was Belinda McGee She showed me the creatures and plants of the moores But the beauty of love she discovered with me Countless the days where the wild mountain thyme And the heather around us our sweet love did see But now she said that her father was leaving And with him was taking my red headed Bee Many a kinfolk from our green island Have hoped for a better life over the sea Away to America my neighbours did wander The land that has taken Belinda from me Oceans are wide and my boat is too brittle I cannot cross over my darling to see Here I must stay till I rest in the graveyard Forever without my sweet red headed Bee

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