Three Dreamers
Bert Jansch Lyrics


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Under the archway across the cold courtyard
Up the stone stairway all pitted and worn
To a room in a shambles with orange-boxes for chairs
Our lives lay scattered still yet to be born

Daylight would show you the cracks in the ceiling
Wallpaper hanging all tattered and torn
It looks like a junkyard of paraphernalia
Where three dreamers dreamed dreams still yet to be born

One was a dreamer a love-torn romantic
Who sang ballads of barons and ladies forlorn
Who carved love-chains of oakwood to capture his sweethearts
And life lay before him still yet to be born

The other was a maker of dreams from his fingers
Like a harp from old Ireland that would play night and morn




He would weave you and spin you a yarn to remember
And leave you with sweet dreams still yet to be born

Overall Meaning

The song "Three Dreamers" by Bert Jansch is a hauntingly beautiful tale that speaks about three dreamers who are yet to live their lives and pursue their passions. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of an old, worn-down room with tattered wallpaper and scattered belongings, which serves as a backdrop to the dreams of the three men. As the singer describes the setting, it becomes clear that this room is a place where these men sought refuge, where they could create, and where they could dream.


The song is a tribute to these three men, each unique in their own way, but united in their desire to pursue their dreams. The first dreamer is a love-torn romantic, who sings of barons and ladies forlorn, capturing the essence of love in his oakwood chains. He is a man who believes in true love and is willing to go to any lengths to make it work. The second dreamer is a maker of dreams with his fingers, reminiscent of a harp from old Ireland. He creates vivid stories, spinning yarns that leave the listener with sweet dreams for the future.


The third dreamer is not mentioned in the lyrics, but the title suggests that the song speaks of three dreamers. Perhaps, we are meant to believe that the third dreamer is Bert Jansch himself, who, through his music, continues to pursue his dreams and inspire others to do the same.


Line by Line Meaning

Under the archway across the cold courtyard
Walking through the archway, we were greeted with a cold courtyard.


Up the stone stairway all pitted and worn
We climbed a staircase made of stone, worn down and pitted from use.


To a room in a shambles with orange-boxes for chairs
We entered a room in disarray, with chairs made of orange crates.


Our lives lay scattered still yet to be born
In the chaos of the room, our lives were scattered and incomplete - waiting to be born.


Daylight would show you the cracks in the ceiling
In the light of day, the imperfections of the ceiling could be seen - cracks that were hidden in the darkness.


Wallpaper hanging all tattered and torn
The wallpaper was in shambles, hanging off the walls in torn strips.


It looks like a junkyard of paraphernalia
The room was cluttered with all sorts of things, resembling a disorganized junkyard.


Where three dreamers dreamed dreams still yet to be born
Despite the chaos of the room, three dreamers still held onto their hopes for the future.


One was a dreamer a love-torn romantic
One of the dreamers was a hopeless romantic, lost in tales of love and heartbreak.


Who sang ballads of barons and ladies forlorn
This dreamer sang songs of sadness and lost love, inspired by tales of aristocrats left heartbroken.


Who carved love-chains of oakwood to capture his sweethearts
This dreamer fashioned chains of oak, symbols of love and devotion to his beloveds.


And life lay before him still yet to be born
Despite his romantic sorrows, life was still ahead of this dreamer, filled with opportunities and possibilities.


The other was a maker of dreams from his fingers
Another dreamer was a creative, making dreams into tangible things with his hands.


Like a harp from old Ireland that would play night and morn
This maker of dreams was like a musician, crafting beautiful and timeless creations - like a harp from ancient Ireland that would sound sweetly day and night.


He would weave you and spin you a yarn to remember
This dreamer had a gift for storytelling, spinning tales that would remain in your memory for years to come.


And leave you with sweet dreams still yet to be born
With his stories and creations, this dreamer left his audience with hopes and aspirations for the future - dreams that were still waiting to be born.




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