Originally written for Rachel Unthank & The Winterset’s 2007 album The Bairns, based on the true story of Belinda’s Irish great grandmother who was pregnant 17 times. The babies who were stillborn were not allowed a Catholic burial, so were buried beneath the whitethorn at the bottom of the field.
lyrics
I carried my love from the spring to the winter
I carried her ’til I heard her first cry
I cradled her close, against my warm bosom
But Annie died on the night she was born
Whitethorn, my children you hold
Whitethorn, cradle and grave
Headstone, berries in winter
Sorrow, your thorns from my blood
So fertile are we under this dark sky
Barren the fields, raped of their stock
Pregnant the cure for all my ambition
A condition it seems more often than not
Each day brings less food to the table
Each passing year, there’s more mouths to feed
Annie was spared the hunger of childhood
Relief, like cold water, mixed with my grief
Whitethorn, bring me my children
Whitethorn, to cradle at last
Berries, red are the bruises
Whitethorn, the night will turn black
credits
from WinterFolk,
released December 4, 2020
O'Hooley
Thanks for the beautiful music Karine and Dave. it's been a while since I've felt so emotional listening to a new album. Every lyric is so beautifully supported by the piano parts. Laura-Beth Salter
Irish singer-songwriter Oisin Leech's acoustic folk music is characterized by its muted beauty and intimate, solitary quality. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2024
Darling Charms - Would've thought NK would have learned her lesson after the Port 'n' Brandy 😘 xx
This whole EP is bangin' btw. Beautiful work xx Gill Loomes-Quinn