I was reading some poetry by Edna St. Vincent Millay a few months ago and came across this. Instantly thought it would make a nice simple folk song. Going out of my usual style and doing a no frills acoustic take for this.
Times like this I wish I had a better vocal range. If any songbirds out there wanna try recording harmonies on this feel free, just show me when you're done
(by Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892 - 1950)
White with daisies and red with sorrel
And empty, empty under the sky!—
Life is a quest and love a quarrel—
Here is a place for me to lie.
Daisies spring from damnèd seeds,
And this red fire that here I see
Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds,
Cursed by farmers thriftily.
But here, unhated for an hour,
The sorrel runs in ragged flame,
The daisy stands, a bastard flower,
Like flowers that bear an honest name.
And here a while, where no wind brings
The baying of a pack athirst,
May sleep the sleep of blessèd things,
The blood too bright, the brow accurst.
This poem was originally published in Second April (1921). This poem is in the public domain.