Quotes by Robin Williamson

"and you and I left
with the same old question
the sheer unspeakable strangeness
of being here at all"

"In the third part of the year
When men begin to gather fuel
Against the coming cold
Here hooves run hard on frosty ground
Begins our song:

For centuries we lived alone high on the moors
Herding the deer for milk and cheese
For leather and horn
Humans came seldom nigh
For we with our spells held them at bay
And they with gifts of wine and grain
Did honour us.

Returning at evening from the great mountains
Our red hoods rang with bells.
Lightly we ran
Until before our own green hill
There we did stand.

She is stolen!
She is snatched away!
Through watery meads
Straying our lovely daughter.
She of the wild eyes!
She of the wild hair!
Snatched up to the saddle of the lord of Weir
Who has his castle high upon a crag
A league away.

Upon the horse of air at once we rode
To where Weir's castle looks like a crippled claw
Into the moon.
And taking form of minstrels brightly clad
We paced upon white ponies to the gate
And rang thereon
"We come to sing unto my lord of Weir
A merry song."

Into his sorry hall we stepped
Where was our daughter bound?
Near his chair.
"Come play a measure!"
"Sir, at once we will."

And we began to sing and play
To lightly dance in rings and faster turn
No man within that hall could keep his seat
But needs must dance and leap
Against his will

This was the way we danced them to the door
And sent them on their way into the world
Where they will leap amain
Till they think one kind thought
For all I know they may be dancing still.

While we returned with our own
Into our hall
And entering in
Made fast the grassy door.

from "The Dancing of the Lord of Weir"

"The new moon is rising the axe of the thunder is broken
As never was not since the flood nor yet since the world began
The new moon is shining the angels are washing their windows
Above the years whose jumble sale goes spinning on below
Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall
Are there any stars at all
Like an eagle in the sky tell me if air is strong

In the floating pan pipe victories of the golden harvest
Safe in the care of the dear moon

The new moon is rising the eyelid of god is approaching
The humane train the skating raining travelling voice of certainty
The new moon is shining the harmonious hand is now holding lord krishna's ring
The eagle's wing the voice of mother everything
Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall
Are there any stars at all
Like an eagle in the sky tell me if air is strong

In the floating palaces of the spinning castle
May the fire king's daughter bring water to you"

"Born in a house where the door's shut tight
Shadowy fingers on the curtains at night
Cherry tree blossom head high snow
A busy main road where I wasn't to go"

"Someone you saw
Stretched sleeping on the sand.
Five withered violets
Cradled in his hand.

His dreams are so loud
Calling in your ear.

The yellow snake coils from the water
And all is refreshed far and near."


Books by Robin Williamson

Robin Williamson
  • Robin Williamson

  • Date of birth: November 24, 1943
  • Born: in The United Kingdom.

  • Description: Scottish musician, singer, poet, storyteller, and author.