This post is part of the Lyrics Dump Promotion. To read more about the promotion, please see Soap Box – Various and Sundry.
A while ago, I got it in my head to write a song about Cerridwen. I don’t even remember what put the idea there, but I’m glad it came to me. So with this idea in mind, I went about looking up some information on Cerridwen. I didn’t know enough about her at the onset to really write a song, so the research was quite helpful with that.
Cerridwen was believed to possess a cauldron that would inspire any who drank from it. An awenydd is someone who has been so inspired by Cerridwen. This concept actually strikes a deep chord, for obvious reasons, so I latched on to that bit of inspiration and came up with this.
It took me forever to come up with a tune for this song. I was worried for a while there that I wouldn’t be able to and that I’d have to swap in a different song for the Lyrics Dump promo. But I let it percolate for a while and eventually I did get something. I’m actually really pleased with what I did get, and I think I’ve gone and written another earworm. I tend to take it as a good sign when I get my own songs stuck in my head.
So here’s a song for a Welsh Lady Muse.
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell
Greetings, traveller—been on the road long, have you?
Your feet are grey with dust and your eyes are dim with sleep.
Join me at my campsite. The road is long and dreary,
And I can offer conversation and some tea I’ve set to steep.
You may wonder what I’m doing in the countryside alone,
What brings a woman of my years to travel on her own,
Well, it’s just that I’ve been thinking, and thinking makes me walk,
So sit you by the fireside, come stay a while and talk.
What chance is there that brings two such as we together?
The land is wide and long, and very few now go this way.
But if you look back down your lifeline you’ll find this was meant to be,
That sometimes some things happen in which we never have a say.
The tea is done, I think, and it will soothe away the chill.
Take a sip and watch the stars—they so beautiful out here.
With nothing but the open sky and the evening moon to watch,
Just drink your tea, and soon you’ll see your mind is set and clear.
You’ve been looking for a sign, though you don’t know it,
Asking the gods for direction.
Well, answers are often where you least expect they’ll be,
And this is no exception.
Now I need to tell you what you have likely guessed—
I’m not the simple crone you see, and that heady draught’s not tea.
Lay everything you think you know down at my feet, my child
Now you’ve drunk from out my cauldron—go be what you wish to be.