Sam Lee - Blackbird

I'm surprised he could concentrate what with all that going on.

I don't understand... This is beautiful it seems under recognized tragically so

I would love to hear Sam Lee and Patty Gurdy together, it would sound amazing !

Beautiful! Who produced this video? It is quite haunting

Been searching for you since 'The Devil and The Huntsman' or as you'd call it, 'The Wild Wild Berry'. That was mind-blowing. Man, you are so underrated. Your voice is like no other, I really like your voice. I sincerely hope you'd get more appreciation. Your voice is amazing. Keep the great folk work. Cheers.

(Saw that the whole song as Sam sang it wasn't in exact lyric form so here ya go!)For it's all the young woman, my fortune is hardAnd I've been over courted by a rakish young lad.And I've have kept my love’s company night and by dayBut now Johnny’s listed, and he’s gone far away.For if I were a blackbird I’d whistle, I’d singI'd follow the ship that my true love sailed inHigh up on his mainmast I'd there build my nestLong night, sure I’d gaze on his lily white breast.For my love’s an old soldier but he’s neat, tall and thin.There's none in the army come equal to him.With his red rosy cheeks and his curly black hairHis flattering tongue draws my heart to a snare.For some people’s talking that I’m out of my mind.Some people says that I’m large with a childLet them be talking and say what they willFor there's breath in my body, I love my lad stillFor if I were a blackbird I’d whistle, I’d singI'd follow the ship that my true love sailed inHigh up on his mainmast I'd there build my nestLong night, sure I’d gaze on his lily white breast.For if I were a merchant and could handle my pen,I'd write him a letter, to him I would send.God send him safe sailing and fair winds to blowThere is adieu to my true love wherever he goes.For if I were a blackbird I’d whistle, I’d singI'd follow the ship that my true love sailed inHigh up on his mainmast I'd there build my nestThat long night, sure I’d gaze on his lily white breast.For if I were a blackbird I’d whistle, I’d singI'd follow the ship that my true love sailed inHigh up on his mainmast I'd there build my nestLong night, sure I’d gaze on his lily white, lily white breast.

So good

Excellent

Georg Trakl: To the Boy Elis Elis, when the blackbird calls in the black woods, This is your decline. Your lips drink the coolness of the blue rock-spring. Cease, when your forehead bleeds quietly Ancient legends And dark interpretations of the flight of birds. But with gentle steps you walk into the night, That hangs full of purple grapes, And you move the arms more beautifully in the blueness.A thorn bush tinges, Where your moon-like eyes are.O, how long, Elis, have you been dead. Your body is a hyacinth,Into which a monk dips his waxy fingers.Our silence is a black cavern,  From which a soft animal steps at times And slowly lowers heavy eyelids. On your temples black dew drips, The last gold of expired stars.

this song's fucking mad

brilliant stuff Sam !!!

ok, I'm gay

The web has spread a text version very different from the truly sung by Sam, so I went to the version of May Bradley and the differences are minimalMAT BRADLEY VERSIONINow it’s of a fair damsel (1) my fortune were hadI were overcourted by a rakish (2) young lad.I have kept me love’s company night and be dayBut now Johnny’s lifted, sure he’s gone far away.CHORUSNow if I were a blackbird (3) I’d whistle, I’d singI would follow the ship that my true love sailed inOn the top of his mainmast I would build my nest (4)That long night, sure I’d gaze upon his lily white breast.IIMy love’s an old soldier but he’s neat, tall and thin.There is none in the army come equal to him.With his red rosy cheeks and his curly black hairHis flattering tongue draws my heart to a snare.IIINow some people’s talking I’m out of my mind.Some people says that I’m large with a childBut it’s let them be talking and say what they willFor the love I’ve got for him I’ll keep it up still.IVNow if I were a scholar I’d handle me penI would write him a letter, to him would I send.God sends him safe sailings and fair winds to blowThere is adieu to my true love wherever he go.Traduzione di Cattia SaltoIEro una giovane fanciulla che ebbi la fortunadi essere corteggiata da un ragazzo vagabondo(2),ho accettato la compagnia del mio amore notte e giornoma oggi Johnny mi ha lasciato, è così, è andato via.RITORNELLOSe fossi un merlo (3), potrei fischiettare e cantare,seguirei la nave su cui navigail mio amoree in cima all’albero maestro potrei costruire il mio nido (4)e per tutta la notte volgerei lo sguardo sul suo candido petto IIIl mio amore è un veterano ma è bello, alto e snello,nessuno nell’esercitolo eguagliacon le sue guance rosa e i neri capelli mossila sua parlantina ha preso il mio cuore in trappolaIIIC’è chi dice che sono pazza,altri dicono che sono incinta,ma lasciate che sparlino e dicano quello che vogliono,perchè l’amore che ho per lui resterà sempre saldoIVSe fossi uno studente e sapessi scrivere con la pennagli scriverei una lettera e a lui la manderei,che Dio lo preservi al sicuro in mare e che venti favorevoli lo sostenganocon l’addio al mio vero amoreovunque egli vada.NOTE1) Sam dice “” young woman”2) La parola “Rake” si traduce in italiano con libertino forse un diminutivo di ‘rakehell’ (dissoluto), che, a sua volta, deriva dall’Islandese antico “reikall,” dal significato di “wandering” (nomade) o “unsettled” (instabile). Un “rake” era un affascinante giovane amante delle donne, delle canzoni, dedito al gioco d’azzardo e all’alcool, ma anche uno stile di vita di moda tra i nobili inglesi nel corso del 17° secolo. Nel suo significato più negativo il libertino è un debosciato in quello più “trasgressivo” è un giovane scapolo gaudente che si diverte fin che può prima di sistemarsi con il matrimonio e “mettere la testa a posto”.3) i merli formano coppie stabili che vivono isolate. Le migrazioni avvengono durante la notte dalle regioni più settentrionali con spostamenti verso sud-ovest. In Italia i merli sono stanziali.4) negli antichi velieri in cima all’abero maestro c’era la crocetta detta colloquialmente crow’s nest (= nido del corvo) era una piattaforma riparata nel punto più alto della nave per gli avvistamenti, così nel verso successivo l’innamorata dichiara che se fosse di vedetta sulla crocetta, punterebbe il suo cannocchiale sull’innamorato e non sull’orizzonte.http://terreceltiche.altervista.org/i-was-a-blackbird-by-may-bradley/

Make a full version of the Wild wild berry I tell you it will sell

For the People the song is called the devil's huntsman it uses wild Berry in it

I brought me here.

I used the Internet

My Grandfather was a Farmer, at family weddings he used to take his cap off and sing this song !!! this is anexcellent version !!!

Oh, I love this song SO MUCH! wonderfull piece.

hey this is hong kong, can't purchase your album via iTunes here! amazon forces me to buy the actual CD which includes mp3 but i try my best not to keep 'things' at home and anti-packaging as well.... is there any other method? pls help.

Beautiful.

saw Sam Lee at Hornby Institute last year.  what a lovely man.  his collection of songs must be quite unique.  This one grows as you listen to it, kind of strange . .  but catches at something, and the story . . . great stuff.

chalky6689 I saw him at the Mosely folk festival 2016 and he really is a nice man. my dad used to listen to him when I was little so I grew up knowing his songs.

sends shivers down my spine and almost makes me cry. i hardly understand but dabble my name anyway. beauty.

he's drowned at sea and she sort of knows but she's in denial

Absolutely gorgeous,Sam! Awesome video too x

I can´t get over this song... it is so beautiful that I´m gonna probably listen to it for several days in a row! Thank you, Sam Lee!