warm music for sad days
- TBMM
- Apr 27
- 3 min read
Updated: Apr 29
Hey, bit of a bad day? Yeah, me too. Want to talk about it? Hmm... me neither. But you know what? I can invite you to a cup of hot cocoa. I have oatmeal cranberry cookies too. It's a bit late for anything else, but one day you could come over for a tea party. I've always wanted to hold a tea party, in the style of Anne of Green Gables, with homemade pies, plum-cakes, sandwiches... (Not the "liniment cake", of course! wink) I'm not very good at making desserts, even though I love cooking, but I'd do my best. (Or I could just buy some and pass them as my own! *giggles*)
I'd even borrow my grandmother's tea set from my mother. It's lovely, a 12 cups and saucers Victorian style tea set, and each cup and saucer has a different design with 12 different flowers for the 12 months of the year. So you could drink tea in a cup of the month in which you were born! smiles What month were you born in? .......... Oh, I was born in August. Yup. Funny thing is I hate summer.
I didn't hate it when I was a child, but that's because I didn't have a care in the world and didn't mind the heat that much. And I swear the summer heat in Madrid didn't use to be as bad as it has been in the last 10 years or so. Last year we were at 40ºC for nearly 4 consecutive weeks... When you go out to the street it feels as if you had stepped into an oven.
Anyway, let's not talk about the weather. It's a boring subject. Talking about the weather reminds me of those "fascinating" talks you have in the confined space of a lift when you have to share it with a stranger or a neighbour and don't know what to talk about.
When I'm feeling down, listening to upbeat songs doesn't always work for me. I prefer feel-good songs with a nostalgic vibe, because they are like a bowl of warm, homemade soup on a cold night. Mid Winter's Night by Blackmore's Night is one of those songs. It evokes the magic of a quiet winter night, where the world seems to pause under a blanket of snow, and listening to it feels like sitting by a frosty window, mug in hand, watching snowflakes drift silently over a sleeping village. It’s a song that invites you to slow down, to find comfort in the quiet.
The first verse is in Provençal, a Romance language historically spoken in southern France, parts of Spain, and Italy, and often associated with the troubadour tradition of the Middle Ages. I hope you like it. [ lyrics below the video ]
You can buy the CD this song belongs to on Amazon. [Fires At Midnight (25th Anniversary New Mix) Double CD] Or listen/download on Amazon Music with a 30-day free trial.
"Mid Winter's Night" by Blackmore's Night - Lyrics
Maire, lei campagno gansaion
A questo nue, balin-balan,
Leis avé, lei fedo sounation
D'ounte vén agéu sagan?
Lou gat sauto dins la paniero,
Medor gingouelo dins lei champ,
E lei gárri dins la feniero,
Barruelon coume de bregand!
[ translation to English of the 1st verse:
Mother, the bells are ringing
On this night, back and forth,
The bees, the sheep are sounding
Where does this noise come from?
The cat jumps into the basket,
Medor (a dog’s name) frolics in the fields,
And the mice in the hayloft,
Scurrying like little bandits! ]
The bells are ringing
On Mid Winter's Night
The moon sets all alone
And once again I try to sleep
before the morning light
Too soon the sun will come a-calling
over the hills in our little town
Too soon the snow will start falling
over the world without a sound
While in my room dreams are a-fleeting
I close my eyes one more time
All too quickly the dawn is breaking
and I must leave the night behind
The bells are ringing
On Mid Winter's Night
The moon sets all alone
And once again I try to sleep before the morning light
The bells are ringing
On Mid Winter's Night
The moon sets all alone
And once again I try to sleep before the morning light
And once again I try to sleep before the morning light
Before the morning light
Before the morning light
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