Showing posts with label lady mary crawley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lady mary crawley. Show all posts

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Graceful & Grand Mary

Here's a piece written over 5 years ago for Lady Mary and many other fair skin dark eye angels that easily cast a spell on me.  I was reminded of it as I was pitching Barry to learn the melody on his full size Irish Harp.


Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

There but a moment when we met
You fashioned my heart
In your alchemy

Casted a spell to tear me apart.
You fashioned my heart
In your alchemy

Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

A season must pass until we meet
You stay in my mind
Each night and day

To renew a love more replete
You stay in my mind
Each night and day

Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

By Dave Schipper © 2012 Rose Riversongs



Sunday, March 3, 2013

Fashion becomes you....






















There stands a vegetarian beauty
Dreadlocks and tenuous stature
I just wonder what’s her story
What came first, genes or nature?

Dress her in an Edwardian gown,
And she becomes a PBS star.
Her eyes are the deepest brown
While moving with free grace

Dress her in a wild orange paisley
And you have Colleen Corby
Just 21 and in the summer of love
While looking so adorable

There stands a confident girl
She can smile fully aware
That she can write her own story
And take whoever she’s dares.

Originally published March 21, 2012... but I thought it was to hard to read....

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Lady Mary & Matthew (Season TWO)


Lonely the flower the blooms first in spring
Lonely the lady with no wedding ring
Stately she stands in gown so devine
Gently she weeps for him night after night

Mary’s a vision and he loves her dear
Pride and misfortunate has kept him from her
Fills with delight as he sees her each time
When will they be one he says in his mind

Humbly the servant prepares her to dine
Glances and pauses reveal her disguise
Matthew is coming; she’s brimming inside
Stoically she moves showing only her pride.

Precise the setting, and superb the wine.
Nothing compared to Mary at his side
Polite the manners, and coyly she smiles
Warming the eve in this cool British Isle.

The ballroom is empty; they stand face to face
He says it’s time to love and the past to erase
Snow falls and she smirkly says take a knee
Only to embrace with a passion so free.



Written by Dave Schipper to the Slane melody originally publish in Be thou my Vision in 1902 © 2012 Rose Riversongs.  I published this first on Febr. 10, 2012 and today I sit a little over a year later thinking I must write a Season three reprise.  It hard when the ending is much more blue; so we'll see if it happens.

Here's the melody that the piece is written to.



I couldn't help myself from singing it.... since I wrote as I was singing it.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Graceful & Grand

Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

There but a moment when we met
You fashioned my heart
In your alchemy

Casted a spell to tear me apart.
You fashioned my heart
In your alchemy

Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

A season must pass until we meet
You stay in my mind
Each night and day

To renew a love more replete
You stay in my mind
Each night and day

Graceful and grand is your beauty
Tender and soft is your white skin
I gaze into your deep dark eyes
To lose myself once again.

By Dave Schipper © 2012 Rose Riversongs
dedicated to Lady Mary Crawley

Graceful

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Lady Mary




I know Mary is not for real.
Her perfection perfected in an hour
In costumes selected with zeal
And details down to the flowers.



I cannot live in Mary’s façade
But I breathe in and enjoy it;
Reach out to take her hand
Walk to the garden and sit.

Oh Mary to live in your dream
Would make mortal men melt
I can only wish and scheme
Then wonder how it all felt.

By Dave Schipper © 2012 Roseriversongs

Dedicated to Lady Mary Crawley