Moonshine
Bert Jansch Lyrics


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Hearken to the sweet leaves
That dance so merrily
I wish the wind would do the same for me.
But rooted here like a withered tree am I,
And I watch both day and night pass by.

It was a cruel and wicked master,
Stole my freedom and charged me
To fight for him, win him victory.
And now here am I in a damp and dreary cell,
And all I know of time is the church bell.

Moonshine soft and clear,
In a death-black endless sky,
Cartwheelin' bright stars twinklin' down.
From the shadows calls the night owl,
He's echoing my loneliness.

Come the stag down from the mountain,
Come the owl from where he sleeps,
Come the eagle from his high, high nest,
To where the salmon, they swim and they sleep,
Come fast and hope to set me free.

I dream of waters flowing,
Sweet air to softly breathe,
Of meadowland where the wagtail bobs and weaves,




Of sunny days where children dance and play,
And sweet music to drive my grief away.

Overall Meaning

Bert Jansch's song "Moonshine" is a melancholic and introspective piece that touches on themes of nature, freedom, and imprisonment. The first verse depicts the singer's longing to be free like the leaves dancing in the wind, but being rooted like a withered tree, unable to move. The second verse reveals the reason for the singer's imprisonment: he was forced by a cruel and wicked master to fight in a war, and now he is trapped in a damp and dreary cell, with only the church bell as a reminder of the passage of time. The chorus describes the beauty of the moonshine and the twinkling stars, but also highlights the singer's loneliness, echoed by the night owl.


The third verse is a plea for the natural world to come to the singer's aid: the stag, the owl, the eagle, and the salmon are called upon to help set him free. The final verse is a dream sequence, where the singer imagines a world of flowing waters, soft air, meadowland, sunny days, and sweet music to drive his grief away. Overall, the song is a poignant reflection on the human longing for freedom and the beauty of the natural world, set against the harsh realities of war and imprisonment.


Line by Line Meaning

Hearken to the sweet leaves
Listen to the sound of leaves rustling in the wind


That dance so merrily
The leaves seem to be dancing joyously


I wish the wind would do the same for me.
The singer desires the freedom to dance and move like the leaves in the wind


But rooted here like a withered tree am I,
The artist is stuck in one place like a dead tree without the ability to move or dance


And I watch both day and night pass by.
The artist is static and unable to participate in life while time continues to move forward


It was a cruel and wicked master,
The singer has been enslaved by someone who is cruel and evil


Stole my freedom and charged me
The master has taken away the singer's freedom and forced the singer to fight for him


To fight for him, win him victory.
The artist's sole purpose is to fight and win for the master


And now here am I in a damp and dreary cell,
The artist is now imprisoned in a dark and wet cell


And all I know of time is the church bell.
The artist relies on the sound of the church bell to understand and mark the passage of time


Moonshine soft and clear,
The light of the moon is soft and clear


In a death-black endless sky,
The sky is dark and seems endless like death


Cartwheelin' bright stars twinklin' down.
The stars, like cartwheels, twinkle and shine above


From the shadows calls the night owl,
The singer hears the call of a night owl coming from the shadows


He's echoing my loneliness.
The singer feels a deep sense of loneliness and the owl seems to echo that feeling


Come the stag down from the mountain,
The artist longs to see a stag come down from the mountain


Come the owl from where he sleeps,
The artist also hopes to see the owl emerge from its hiding place


Come the eagle from his high, high nest,
The singer wants to see the eagle leave its high nest and come close


To where the salmon, they swim and they sleep,
All of these creatures are beckoned to come to where the salmon swim and sleep


Come fast and hope to set me free.
The artist longs for these creatures to come and rescue him from his imprisonment


I dream of waters flowing,
The artist dreams of flowing water, which may represent freedom and movement


Sweet air to softly breathe,
The artist wants to breathe in clean and pure air


Of meadowland where the wagtail bobs and weaves,
The singer dreams of a meadow where a bird called a wagtail moves joyfully


Of sunny days where children dance and play,
The artist dreams of a place where children play and dance on sunny days


And sweet music to drive my grief away.
The singer seeks solace in music to alleviate their sadness




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@ulpana

If yer still around chasing songs and the troubadours that wrestle with 'em see Listener Reader Comment from 10 months ago by Simon Hackelsberger:

Simon Hackelsberger
10 months ago
"This performance is so funny to me. Jansch is forgetting and mixing up the lyrics all over and ends up singing the second verse 2 and a half times. In the end you can see him smiling while singing about the owl for the third time. Also in the guitar interludes he looks really concentrated, maybe he is trying to remember the lyrics for the following verse? Anyway still a great albeit amusing version."

Note that Hackelsberger isn't playing Guitar God Gotcha as he up-voted rather than down-thumbed or tried to dismiss this particular troubadour Jansch, Z"L. He's merely a'mused at the way lyrics and time over space interact and interplay. Like the American Neo Western poet Ed Dorn, Z"L (see his book-length poetic saga GUNSLINGER) used to say about his memory: My memory is thankfully quite good, if not always dependable. Dorn liked his psychoactive herbs, plants and the fungus among U.S.

I've loved Jansch's taste in music and his touch on guitar, especially his interplay with other improvisational musicians. But I don't worship any Guitar Gods (or tenor sax or trumpet gods). I've never understood the Identity component of having such gods when music isn't a competitive sport (I love competitive sports). Like any art form the rewards are first and foremost a confirmation of one's personal taste at a particular point in the time of one's life. Actual technical skills don't much factor into it. John Fahey also lacked certain technical skills on guitar.

Yet his musical imagination and taste in playing rural southern Amurican blues made for one of the most rewarding recording and live performance careers of the GREAT FOLK SCARE years from the 1960's until Fahey's death here in Oregon where his diabetes and love of alcohol along with creeping poverty did him in, while his musical imagination only kept evolving and straying rewardingly to us listeners.

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All comments from YouTube:

@mikinozz

I saw a wonderful double-billing at Sydney Town Hall, Australia in 1977 - Bert Jansch and John Martyn. Two incredible solo performances! I consider myself blessed to have been there.

@DjNikGnashers

You lucky bas..... :-p

@robertcronin6603

Man I wish I could have been there

@jipes

Feel so sad that we will never have the joy to hear him performing his magic songs. You're terribly missed Bert

@LeeMitchellAcoustic

Beautiful Bert. Saw him support Ralph in Woolwich London in 1977. Heard he died the day I just came to America. Davy Graham..John Martyn...Now Bert. I loved them all! God rest their wonderful souls....xxx

@strongerthandeath

Bert will always be missed. I had the chance to see him a few years back in 2007. I flew down to Huston TX from NASHVILLE TN with my father to see him. It was a epic life changing experience. Even though bert is the only one of his style i listen to i will always love and respect him and of corse his main influence davy graham. YOU BERT JANSCH WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED AND MISSED.

@jksinorbit

This guy should have been huge....great guitarist

@robertcronin6603

For sure.

@aandybandy11

RIP Bert you will be sadly missed but your music will live on down the years

@zakkdavis1704

Such a haunting song ...great version

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