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Sunrise in the morning,
Birds singing on every tree;
A greeting and a warning,
The song that they're singing is Be free!
Young rambler on the roadside,
All around the world he goes,
Never knowing what he will find,
In his quest for the great unknown.
Wild rose in the forest,
Wild rose on the moor,
Dawn mist on the mountain,
Combers crashing on the shore.
We rejoin our hero,
As he wanders from door to door;
A heart full of legend,
Dreams of love on a foreign shore.
Wild rose in the forest,
Wild rose on the moor,
Dawn mist on the mountain,
Combers crashing on the shore.
Wild rose in the forest,
Wild rose on the moor,
Dawn mist on the mountain,
Combers crashing on the....
Wild rose in the forest,
Wild rose on the moor,
Dawn mist on the mountain,
Combers crashing on the shore.
Recorded by Rawlins Cross of St. John's, NL (A Turn Of The Wheel, trk#1, 1989, Rawlings Cross Productions, St. John's, NL); and (Living River, trk#4, 1996, Ground Swell Records, Halifax, Nova Scotia); and (Anthology, trk#13, 2008, Rawlings Cross Productions, St. John's, NL).
The YouTube video above features a live performance by Rawlins Cross at the 2009 Newfoundland Labrador Folk Festival in Bannerman Park, St. John's, NL.
See more songs by Rawlins Cross.
From the American Meteorological Society Glossary:
Comber - large wave that rolls over or breaks on a beach, reef, etc.
