O, ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your garden
I crave your pardon if I woke you with my thinking
Ladybird
O, ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your meadow
You'll spread no wings to fly in fright if I'm beside you
Ladybird
All through the winter time
When wood was worm and splintered
Time seemed longer than a goods train
Now that spring is back again
I'll ask your name, your name
O, ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk across my pillow
No weeping willow was ever as beautiful, sad as you are
Ladybird
And as you're walking past
I'm laying on the grass and making chains of thought
To snare you with my wit
But bit by bit you fade to gone
Gone
All through the iron season
Love was hanged and treason became
Something of a parlour game
Now sun is back in power
I'll ask your name, your name
O, ladybird
I have heard you have to run to tend your children
No flood can drown nor fire blacken purest longing
For ladybird
Ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your garden
I crave your pardon if I woke you with my thinking
Ladybird
I have heard you wish to walk me through your meadow
You'll spread no wings to fly in fright if I'm beside you
Ladybird
When wood was worm and splintered
Time seemed longer than a goods train
Now that spring is back again
I'll ask your name, your name
I have heard you wish to walk across my pillow
No weeping willow was ever as beautiful, sad as you are
Ladybird
I'm laying on the grass and making chains of thought
To snare you with my wit
But bit by bit you fade to gone
Gone
Love was hanged and treason became
Something of a parlour game
Now sun is back in power
I'll ask your name, your name
I have heard you have to run to tend your children
No flood can drown nor fire blacken purest longing
For ladybird
Ladybird
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A ladybird is what, in the USA, we call a labybug. This song is a simple little poem that was written about a ladybug. For the songwriter the ladybug is, at least temporarily, a muse.
Some poeple consider it good luck if a ladybug (ladybird) lands on them. I agree. I consider it good luck when this song comes up when I'm listening to my iPod or iTunes. It just did!
Having basically heard every track XTC and Andy Partridge ever made, this still remains one of my favorites. Absolutely beautiful, musically and lyrically. Timeless. It may sound like I'm running out adjectives, but I could go on and on. And yeah, I'm pretty sure Andy wrote this ones while in his hotel, just thinking of something to write. Nothing hidden behind the lyrics, but so what? Excellent song.
Sorry about my typos in that last entry. I meant "ladybug," not "labybug." "People," not "poeple." Anyway - I hope my luck holds out!!!