this song seems more like a story like the majority of the songs they write. and like they're other songs this one feels like it's from some time long long ago in a history no one remembers.
i think there's no real message. it's a story about someone who doesn't fit in with the rest of the village because he doesn't believe in their superstitions. and if you're good with history that's what alot of people were all about back then...just superstitions ruled by thousands of different versions of religions seperate villages had for themselves(and i have this weird distinct feeling this all takes place somewhere in europe). but here we have a man (or woman) who doesn't believe in the ridiculous superstitions, in this case one of them was the coming of winter. he preferred the bright rays of the sun to the dead cold of winter, and who wouldn't? but still, the rule over the village was winter is what's right, what's might, and they were "praising while cold simply 'cause they don't know better".
also there were alot of caravans of nomads traveling this way and that all through towns and villages and the last stanza brings light to someone the man takes an interest to. but he knows they will probably never meet again because people rarely left the village in which they lived. and then that someone is gone and hurts.
it's the same old story of someone who wants to believe what he wants to believe, what he thinks is sensible. he wants to hold the reigns over his own life and break the mold. but there is no contempt in this song...it's just the way things are and people accepted it.
this song seems more like a story like the majority of the songs they write. and like they're other songs this one feels like it's from some time long long ago in a history no one remembers.
i think there's no real message. it's a story about someone who doesn't fit in with the rest of the village because he doesn't believe in their superstitions. and if you're good with history that's what alot of people were all about back then...just superstitions ruled by thousands of different versions of religions seperate villages had for themselves(and i have this weird distinct feeling this all takes place somewhere in europe). but here we have a man (or woman) who doesn't believe in the ridiculous superstitions, in this case one of them was the coming of winter. he preferred the bright rays of the sun to the dead cold of winter, and who wouldn't? but still, the rule over the village was winter is what's right, what's might, and they were "praising while cold simply 'cause they don't know better".
also there were alot of caravans of nomads traveling this way and that all through towns and villages and the last stanza brings light to someone the man takes an interest to. but he knows they will probably never meet again because people rarely left the village in which they lived. and then that someone is gone and hurts.
it's the same old story of someone who wants to believe what he wants to believe, what he thinks is sensible. he wants to hold the reigns over his own life and break the mold. but there is no contempt in this song...it's just the way things are and people accepted it.