Let’s return to the time of troubadours who roamed the lands singing songs of love. Perhaps, the tune of Greensleeves was one of their original compositions.
Traditions associate the song with King Henry VIII. King Henry was many things, but a poet, a songwriter, a rejected lover? Not likely.
Greensleeves tells the poignant story of love rejected. The rejection broke the heart of the singer of songs.
However, his love for Lady Greensleeves held his heart prisoner. It was a captivity from which the man could not escape.
He had offered her the world, his world, but for some unwritten reason she cast him off discourteously. Such cruel treatment! Such harshness!
The enraptured spell of love could not be broken. His only wish was that before he closed his eyes in the dreamless sleep of death, she would grant his one simple request—to love him.
Love given freely, but not reciprocated is a silent, wasting death of the heart. The promises of love, the reaching out of the soul are human emotions which play out in the songs and poetry on this planet traversing the cosmos.
How is it with you this day in February? Are you a prisoner of love? Are the roses fading fast as the sun sets in the West?
Love is a treasure. However, many travellers on the road of life briefly encounter the lily of the valley, the rose of Sharon, the song of songs in their travels.
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
During this month of romance may your Lady Greensleeves be kind to you with gentle kisses of love. For love rejected is like sands in the hourglass racing away into the yesterdays of broken promises and dreams.
G. D. Williams © 2012
Celtic Harp Orchestra