Roger Quilter - I will go with my father a‑ploughing

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I will go with my father a-ploughing
To the green field by the sea
And the rooks and the crows and the seagulls
Will come flocking after me
I will sing to the patient horses
With the lark in the shine of the air
And my father will sing the plough-song
That blesses the cleaving share

I will go with my father a-sowing
To the red field by the sea
And the rooks and the gulls and the starlings
Will come flocking after me
I will sing to the striding sowers
With the finch on the flow'ring sloе
And my father will sing the seed-song
That only the wisе men know

I will go with my father a-reaping
To the brown field by the sea
And the geese and the crows and the children
Will come flocking after me
I will sing to the weary reapers
With the wren in the heat of the sun
And my father will sing the scythe song
That joys for the harvest done

Release Date: May 06, 2024

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"I Will Go with My Father A-Ploughing" is a beautiful and poignant song composed by Roger Quilter. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a young child accompanying their father to work in the fields by the sea. The imagery of birds flocking after them and the singing to the horses, sowers, and reapers create a sense of harmony between humans and nature. The father and child bond through their shared work, with the father passing down age-old songs and traditions to the next generation. The song captures the timeless cycle of farming and the deep connection between family, land, and community. It evokes a sense of nostalgia and appreciation for the simple yet profound moments in life.

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