I thought I’d share this beautiful song this morning that I was fortunate enough to sing with my lovely friend Emily Ovenden. There’s something really nurturing about it that I can’t quite explain – a sort of comfort-spiritual-food folk song. The words were written by Robert Tannahill (1774-1810), a Scottish poet from Balquhidder (braes are hillsides), who sadly later took his life. I feel fortunate that we have this song, that feels so hopeful, from someone who clearly experienced despair. Robert Tannahill was also a weaver which I expect would be good work for creating poems and songs, I often find myself composing when doing some sort of repetitive activity like walking or practicing technique.
This song also formed the base for that loviest of songs ‘The Wild Mountain Thyme’. I hope it brightens your day as it did mine – do join in because I think this song is best when sung with a friend!