Irish Airman from Farewell Mountain by Ben Shannon
Tracklist
| 5. | Irish Airman | 4:20 |
Lyrics
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above.
Those that I fight I do not hate. Those that I guard I do not love.
My country is Kiltartan Cross. My countrymen Kiltartan's poor.
No likely end will bring them loss or leave them happier than before.
No law no duty bade me fight. No public men. No cheering crowds.
A lonely impulse of delight drove to this tumult in the clouds.
I balanced all brought all to mind. The years ahead seemed a waste of breath
A waste of breath the years behind. In balance with this life this death.
Credits
William Butler Yeats "An Irish Airman Forsees His Death" 1919.
Music by Ben Shannon
License
All rights reserved.
Writing songs is a way of participating in a conversation about what meaning my little life and the world we all share might hold. Music has been a portal into the language of emotion. Songwriting, specifically, is a tool of survival that I've been able to use to manifest and maintain myself. These days I strive to be careful with the words I sing as they tend to have a way of coming true.