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Gillian Welch Lyrics


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One mornin', one mornin' as work I begun
What did I see ridin' out of the sun
On the road from Lexington

One rider, one rider beatin' the breeze
Down on his saddle, low to his knees
Comin' through my willow trees
Now closer, the terrible work of the gun
Was stiffened and black where his blood all had run
But I knew my wayward son

One mornin', one mornin' the boy of my breast




Came to my door unable to rest
Even in the arms of death

Overall Meaning

Gillian Welch's haunting ballad, "One Morning," tells a sorrowful tale of a father who witnesses his wayward son returning home for the last time. The song is built around melancholic guitar twangs and Welch's haunting vocals. The father in the song is hard at work when he spots a rider on the road, coming from Lexington. As the rider approaches, the father recognizes his son, beaten down in his saddle, low to his knees, and covered in blood. The father realizes that his son will not survive, but his heartstrings are tugged by the sight nonetheless.


The imagery in the song is powerful, as Welch describes the terrible work of the gun that had stiffened and blackened where the blood flowed. The father knows that his son had been wayward and troubled, but he's still full of grief and loss upon seeing him riding home to die. The song ends with the father greeting his son and holding him tight, unable to provide anything more than comfort in his dying moments.


The lyrics of "One Morning" are poignant and powerful. They tell a story that is often all too familiar, about a parent who is faced with the tragedy of losing a child who had strayed from the path. Welch's singing brings out the emotional poignancy of the words, and the guitar work adds to the overall sorrowful effect. "One Morning" is an emotional ballad about love, regret, and human frailty, and it's one of Welch's most haunting works.


Line by Line Meaning

One mornin', one mornin' as work I begun
I started my work one morning


What did I see ridin' out of the sun
I saw someone riding towards me from the direction of the sun


On the road from Lexington
He was on the road that goes through Lexington


One rider, one rider beatin' the breeze
The person riding towards me was alone and moving quickly.


Down on his saddle, low to his knees
He was crouched low on his saddle, almost as if he was trying to hide something or evade someone.


Comin' through my willow trees
He was riding through the group of willow trees I had on my property.


Now closer, the terrible work of the gun
As he got closer, I could see that he had clearly been shot.


Was stiffened and black where his blood all had run
His shirt was stiff and black where the blood had dried.


But I knew my wayward son
I recognized the rider as my own son, who had been away for some time and had gotten himself into trouble.


One mornin', one mornin' the boy of my breast
On that morning, my beloved son had returned to me.


Came to my door unable to rest
Despite his injuries, he was determined to see me and seek comfort in my presence.


Even in the arms of death
Even at death's door, he wanted to be with me.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: DAVID TODD RAWLINGS, GILLIAN HOWARD WELCH

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@johnschroeter9743

Some bright morning when this life is over
I'll fly away
To that home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away
I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away, in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away
When the shadows of this life have gone
I'll fly away
Like a bird from these prison walls I'll fly
I'll fly away
I'll fly away, fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away, in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away
Oh, how glad and happy when we meet
I'll fly away
No more cold iron shackles on my feet
I'll fly away
I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away, in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away
I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away, in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away
Just a few more weary days and then
I'll fly away
To a land where joys will never end
I'll fly away
I'll fly away, fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away, in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away
I'll fly away
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Songwriters: Albert E. Brumley
I'll Fly Away lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave



All comments from YouTube:

@videoettaceo8900

My mom requested this song be played at her funeral. I'm following her tradition and it will be played at mine.

@genegoodwin8925

Gillian has a special "cry" in her voice. Nobody sings this song better than she does.

@beanarator249

I agree, but I also really enjoy the kossoy sisters version as well.

@pittschapelfarm2844

I had thought of the word "crystalline" but I think your term is much better. Thank you

@deenibeeniable

@@pittschapelfarm2844 I'm going with yodel.

@Crash64100

It’s good to think ppl like Gillian are keeping this traditional music alive. Love it

@donna4today571

This song is timeless, well done. At seventy when you hear a song like this one, you are reminded of precious moments you were singing it, time travel.

@gregnormal5

Hello!!! How are you doing? Please pardon me for intruding into your privacy but I just wanted to know if you are a fan? Have a great day… Stay Safe!

@Sebastian-tf5vr

I played this song at the end of my Mom’s funeral. I believe she did fly away and certainly would approve. Great version. Artists are often not appreciated. Thank you for such a wonderful version of an amazing hymn.

@2HRTS1LOVE

This blesses my country Christian heart. So may good memories tied to this song! My daddy's gonna fly away soon, I wanna hear this at his funeral.

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