Just a quick post tonight, but it’s a real treat. Please listen to this. It’s a beautiful song written and performed by Jess. The song is called Christmas’79. It is songwriting and singing at it’s best.
Why you may wonder am I asking you to watch a random singer/songwriter? Well I’m not. This is Jess, who has been a huge part of my life since she was a small girl. This Christmas night passed, as we partied, Jess sang this for us. I cannot remember being so immediately taken by a song and as it finished I felt a sting of tears.
It tells the story of an elderly man as he stands by the River Liffey in Dublin, remembering the love of his life. It’s a haunting song which will stay with you long after you’ve listened to it.
‘As the rivers run into the Liffey,
and the brush of your hand my cheek felt’
As I heard these words Christmas night, I thought of my own Dad who never got the chance to reminisce like this and also of my dear friend, Denis, who left Ireland aged in his 80s, to go live with his son. He often spoke of his late wife, always with real tenderness and I could well imagine him, given half the chance, standing by the Liffey and feeling the ‘brush of her hand’.
It is a song which tells a story. So tonight I’ll let Jess guest post and this is the story she tells. Enjoy.
(I’m hoping the link works!! Please let me know if it doesn’t)