From the recording The Ghost of Lady Ivy


The Ghost Of Lady Ivy
First I feel you on the breeze
Then I hear you in the trees
Glass-like chimes as icy leaves
Are distressed
By your sodden, hanging sleeves
She is here with every snowflake
Every star glimmering
Floating through stark woods
Shadowed by foxes
Her pale face watching you
In the lingering snowy half-light
Endlessly she searches
Long red curls: a gown of ivy green
She is the Winter
So cold: She is Lady Ivy
The Winter is She
So cold: She is Lady Ivy
A shadowy form gliding
A mist above the whiteness
She disappears under the leaves
The scene is soundless
And there’s her body
Beneath the tree
Smothered by strands of ivy
Words and music by Beck Siàn
Keyboards and vocals by Beck Siàn
Recorded by Beck Siàn and Jonathan Kershaw
Thanks to Jacqueline Andrews for my ‘Lady Ivy’ nickname!