What’s the life of a man any more than a leaf?
THE
LIFE OF A MAN
What’s the life of a man any more than a
leaf?
A man has his season so why should we grieve
A man has his season so why should we grieve
Although in this world we appear fine and gay,
Like a leaf we will wither and soon fade away.
As I was a-walking one morning at ease
A-viewing the leaves as they fell from the trees
Their rolling full motion appeared fine and gay
Like the leaf we will wither and soon fade away
If you look in the church yard many names you’ll
see
They went from this world like the leaves from
the tree
Death came upon them and down they did fall,
Death came upon them as it comes to us all.
The Life of a Man is one of the really well
known traditional English folk songs. It’s been performed by many, many revival
singers—too often as a raucous chorus song without much thought to the lyrics.
It was well known amongst the old traditional singers too (possibly mainly in
the south of the country?) There are
recordings available by Harry Holman, Jumbo Brightwell, and Harry Upton
amongst others.
Charlie
Bate can be heard singing it here:
Click here for Charlie Bate sings Life of a Man
In
my previous Post I wrote about the longevity of certain songs and stories—how
their roots can be traced back over thousands of years. Life of a Man is
another one for which that holds true. For us in England the inspiration probably comes from the
Christian church, particularly the psalms.
Psalm 103 which was probably written around 1000BCE says:
As for man, his days are as grass:
As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone;
And the place thereof shall know it no more.
Another ancient source of the same idea is Greek mythology:
In the Iliad (written by Homer 800 BCE) Glaucus and Diomedes face up to each other in battle but each recognise the greatness of the other and they agree not to fight. Part of their conversation goes:
In the Iliad (written by Homer 800 BCE) Glaucus and Diomedes face up to each other in battle but each recognise the greatness of the other and they agree not to fight. Part of their conversation goes:
“Man are like leaves, they fall to the ground when their season ends and
spring brings new buds to the trees.
So the generation of men die but new
generations come to take their place.”
It’s
one of those metaphors which is so obviously true that people all over the
world have taken it up and passed it on.
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| Roy Harris in 2010 |
Recently
my great friend and mentor Roy Harris died and I found myself writing several
obituaries for various magazines—the main one was for the folk magazine Living
Tradition: Click link for more info.
Someone
else who wrote a memoir of Roy was Dai Woosnam, reviewer and writer who
produces a roughly monthly newsletter (actually a cornucopia of little musical
gems and random bits from the web) called Daigressing. You can sign up for it
by email at
He said:
“I had told Roy of seeing him sing Life Of A Man at Stainsby Folk Festival in
1976. Roy holding a can of Harp lager in his hand as he sang, and
holding it as reverently as any priest holds the communion wine, as he laid
that great traditional song on us all assembled, and really nailed it in a way
that even Cyril Tawney and Pete Castle never quite achieved.”
I
remember Roy singing it too. It wasn’t one of his regular songs in recent years
but it probably was back in 1976.
I
thank Dai for mentioning me in the same sentence and agree with him that I
never quite ‘nailed it’. It was one of those songs I would have liked to sing
but it didn’t quite click so it was only done for special reasons.
One
of the times when I did get it right was at my Mum’s funeral. She had requested
that I sing it so I did, unaccompanied. It’s difficult at the best of times and
I had to steel myself for that occasion!
The
main times I sang it was when I was performing with Popeluc, the Anglo-Romanian
band I played with in the mid 1990s and for a brief revival a few years later.
One of the Romanian songs which we really liked, and which was at the core of
our repertoire right from the start, was Mindru-i omu si se tine from Maramures.
We realised that it shared the same ideas so I often prefaced it with the Life
of a Man. We then went into a lively invirtita (dance) to make a good little
set.
Here are the two Romanian pieces, without my English song, recorded by
the BBC at Pebble Mill.
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