I've listened to this song many many times, and loved it as a perfectly serene song of winter. But looking at it now, it has just occurred to me what it could be about - the chord it suddenly strikes in me.
It's Persephone singing to her mother, Demeter, as she is taken away each year to the underworld. The depth of mourning which they feel, mother and daughter, as the harsh reality of their world forces them apart, as the daughter of spring grows up and meets her fate. It's almost as if the daughter has been so disillusioned that she's become older than the mother, and is trying to protect her from what she has to endure - "Follow... don't follow me, to where I have gone."
I've wondered before why those early cultures felt the desire to create such elaborate mythologies to follow the great mysteries of nature, but here, perhaps I can understand that desire.
I've listened to this song many many times, and loved it as a perfectly serene song of winter. But looking at it now, it has just occurred to me what it could be about - the chord it suddenly strikes in me.
It's Persephone singing to her mother, Demeter, as she is taken away each year to the underworld. The depth of mourning which they feel, mother and daughter, as the harsh reality of their world forces them apart, as the daughter of spring grows up and meets her fate. It's almost as if the daughter has been so disillusioned that she's become older than the mother, and is trying to protect her from what she has to endure - "Follow... don't follow me, to where I have gone."
I've wondered before why those early cultures felt the desire to create such elaborate mythologies to follow the great mysteries of nature, but here, perhaps I can understand that desire.