Under a Beltane Sun

I wrote this song sitting beside the river near Tarr Steps on Exmoor last weekend. It was a perfect day and the song just describes what I saw and felt. I simple lyric, from the heart.

Under a Beltane Sun – Damh the Bard

(Verse 1)

My shackled feet they

long to be free from

this modern Rome.

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The ancient moors and the

granite shores they are

calling me home.

(Chorus)

Sometimes this city is too much to bear,

I hear a calling in my soul,

The Mother’s waterways will take me where life has begun,

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Under a Beltane Sun.

(Verse 2)

Cuckoo calls and the

seed falls as the

children play,

Skylark sings to the

swift on the wing in the

bright clear day.

(Verse 3)

Salmon swims and the

diamond stream sings with

the blackbird’s song,

Voice in the breeze well it

whispers please won’t you

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