One Morning
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:

Audrey Eldringhoff

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



All comments from YouTube:

jude999

"In contrast to the stirring 'our brave deeds will overcome our foe' type songs, this ballad speaks of the sadness and despair of the death of an unidentified young soldier. It's a reminder that each one of those 620,000 (or more) who died was someone's son, father, husband, or brother, and many families mourned their loss without knowing where or when they died."

Audrey Eldringhoff

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

Seedhill Bruiser Music

thankyou so much for the lyrics Audrey, this is my favourite Gillian Welch song and I love to sing along whenever I listen to it but I was stuck on a few words (from line 4 and line 5), I couldn't quite work out what she was singing (maybe cos I'm Scottish). So it's wonderful to find out and be able to sing along to this gorgeous song with total confidence. :-)

julia day

Love this .... shivers ... even Now

svenlittlecross

this is helluva song, downright

Chad Carlson

That all country was this brilliant---in the tradition of Clarence Ashley and the writings of Ambrose Bierce. 

Dominic Grasso

The Intro!!!!!!!!! :)))))))

maeveobrien

The best.

Daniel L. Dingeldein

no one does this stuff better

Vixcis

awesome

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