I shall try a new form, I think. First: because it will amuse my beloved; second: because forms are hard–and because a level-up challenge seems particularly appropriate at this moment–this very moment–when I am at my ease, and he is sitting perpendicular from me on this L-shaped couch, racing time to finish the last chapters of his novel; third, because I want to.
This month’s DESDEMONA’S TITHE is to Raices, and it comes due on the full moon–which is in about 11 days. That is coming, but it is not today’s work.
The other day, Carlos and I got a letter from Citymeals on Wheels. Perhaps it is because I have been writing to both of my living grandmothers more lately, and feeling the fragility of all our lives so keenly. I should have written them more often, for years. When Gene died, I regretted not writing to him more often, not calling him because I was never very good on the phone–though he was! Oh, I regretted many things.
Anyway, what caught my eye about the Citymeals on Wheels letter was that, included in the text asking for help with delivering meals to homebound elders during the holidays, was a placemat, with a line on it where one can sign one’s name. A beautiful sort of personal touch, I thought.
I approached Carlos rather tentatively and asked if we could maybe sign it in memory of his mother. A delicate question, you may well imagine.
He stopped what he was doing (making music), got up from his synthesizer, and hugged me. That was answer enough.
Emma would feed people. Emma always fed people. And so will we, in her name.
Publishing is so funny; Desdemona and the Deep came out from Tor.com not even three months ago, but it seems in some ways it was another lifetime.
…Another season, anyway, and the world rolls on. It debuted in the bright heart of summer, and now it’s the first day of October.
But in many ways, Desdemona really is an Octobral book, isn’t it, with its goblins and bargains, its tithes and transformations. I hope that this October and for many Octobers to come, readers will discover Desdemona for the first time, or take it out for a re-read, or use it as a basis to play dress up! That Alyssa Wynans cover is such a perfect palette for autumn!
Here are some pictures from both my book launches, and some gorgeous fan art that my beloved friend Caitlyn Paxson made for me as a present. WHAT A GIFT!
Also to celebrate, I received news of three great reviews for Desdemona today all from Locus Magazine, October 2019 issue! One from Liz Bourke, one from Amy Goldschlager (for the audiobook), and one from Rich Horton!!!
Yikes! I let my subscription Locus lapse in the furor of summer: TIME TO RE-UP!
Here are some snippets:
“C.S.E. Cooney won the World Fantasy Award for her collection Bone Swans. She has a strong – even glittering – track record with short stories, but Desdemona and the Deep is her first book-length work . . . At any other length, it would lose something of its impact: shorter, and it would not have time to build up the momentum for its series of punches; longer, and the effect of its short, sharp, furious poetic dismantling of assumptions would be diluted away from its pointed achievement . . . Desdemona and the Deep is an eloquent, elegant novella about power, art, consequence and change. It’s also pleasantly queer and drunk on language, which appealed to me deeply. I recommend it.”
– Liz Bourke, Locus
“Professional audiobook narrator Cooney . . . reads her own tale with joy and confidence. She is delighted to tell you her story and you will be delighted to hear it. Cooney also does a great drunk voice, and some really fun character voices. I particularly liked the voice of the assistant to Desdemona’s mother; it reminded me a lot of Jane Horrocks’ character Bubble on Absolutely Fabulous, if Bubble were American and somewhat smarter. Edgy, romantic, earthy, and colorful.“
– Amy Goldschlager, Locus (audiobooks)
“I’ve been looking forward to C.S.E. Cooney’s Desdemona and the Deep for quite a while, and having arrived, it doesn’t disappoint . . . The best thing about this book is the prose – lush images and glorious words mix in a sometimes comic and sometimes earnest olio. . . There is always the music of the writing, and the comic coloration, and the engaging and just awakening Desdemona to keep us entranced.“
– Rich Horton, Locus
And now some PICTURES!
This first gallery is from my first launch at the Savoy Bookshop and Cafe in Westerly, Rhode Island, where I lived for five years. So many people helped with this event! My friends even decorated the store to look like the Valwode!
My husband, Carlos Hernandez, Cos-Playing the Umber Farklewhit
One of my best friends, Miriam Grill, director/actor, as the Sun
My dear friend Moss Collum, as a goblin
A wonderful and supportive work colleague!
My husband and mother, Sita, as Eldritch Companions
Author Paul Magnan, as Goblin and/or Black Hole!
Elissa, the wonderful events coordinator! And Carlos!
Artist Betsie Withey and writer/editor/translator/comedian, Julia Rios: goblins
Goblin (poet/authoress) Jessica Wick
The Savoy ordered this REALLY BIG DESDEMONA POSTER!
And here’s the second launch, at the GLORIOUS Astoria Bookshop in Queens, where I currenly live. This place is wonderful! Please check it out if you get the chance! Well-worth an adventure!
Astoria Bookshop does GREAT chalkboard art
I’ve never seen so many copies of my book in one place!
My beloved Delia Sherman, authoress.
I am . . . a dynamic reader.
Editor Ellen Datlow, and yours truly, C. S. E. Cooney
This was the first series I’d done wherein a fellow author heard me read some of my own work at a convention and, understanding that I narrated for Tantor Audio, specifically requested me to read his work when Tantor bought the audio rights to his books. What an amazing boost to my confidence! I will always be grateful. These are big, sprawling, unpredictable adventures with everything from dinosaurs to fairies to high tech trains to cannibal houses to dragons to laser guns. Okay, maybe not laser guns. But maybe not NOT laser guns too. It’s an interesting world full of colorful characters. This was also the first instance that, after a few weeks in the recording booth, I happened to glance in the mirror, and was surprised by the sight of my own face. I’d been so immersed in Aubry’s world for so long that I’d forgotten what I looked like, and expected to see a different character’s face instead of my own. Time in the “Whisper Room” can be very strange!
1. Prelude to Mayhem 2. Static Mayhem 3. Mayhem’s Children
Fate Weaver Series By ReGina Welling, Erin Lynn
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
After I recorded the first book in this series I got a note back requesting me to be a little more “funny.” This was such a challenge; how to be vocally funny? They are indeed funny, fast books, full of witches and wisecracks, gods and gallivanting. I wanted to do them justice. One of the things I tried was really “activating my cheekbones”–basically, smiling while talking. Relax, have fun, but also concentrate on varying the vocal levels, so as to help the jokes land better and more naturally. And there were many jokes! These are glib, sassy books–even occasionally steamy! Sort of a mash-up of a mystery, a matchmaking rom-com, mythology and good ol’ fashioned MAGICK.
1. Match Made in Spell 2. All Spell is Breaking Loose 3. To Spell and Back
Grimm Agency Series By J.C. Nelson
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
This is one of your put-upon protagonist must-save-the-world series, with a lot of interference from those who wish to invade, rule, and/or destroy it. It’s in the vein of, say, Buffy or Supernatural–taking place in a world like ours, except . . . paranormal. Now, I recorded these a while ago, but I remember I had SO MUCH FUN with the voice of one of the main villainnesses in particular: I believe, the Faerie Queen. She was French. Plenty of action, some romance, some friendships made through rescue and then through work, and MANY monsters to fight!
1. Free Agent 2. Armageddon Rules 3. Wish Bound
Cat’s Eye Chronicles By T.L. Shreffler
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
First of all, the author of these books was just so sweet to work with, very communicative. I rarely have a chance to interact with the author, and for fantasy books especially, I really crave contact! Since I write fantasy, and since so much of the language of fantasy is invented, I want to make sure I am interpreting the writer’s vision as close to correctly as, well, an interpreter can! Second of all, I really enjoyed voicing the Harpies. You heard me: there are are harpies. Third, I started getting a little crush on Crash/Viper, and let me tell you, there’s nothing quite like living in the voice of your latest crush.
This, again, was pretty early on in my narration career, but I do remember that author Tony Peak was SO AWESOMELY PROMPT and COMMUNICATIVE in his response to my request for pronunciations. I mean, I think he overnighted them to me via email. That was extremely helpful, because this is a sci-fi novel, with many kinds of planets and peoples. I remember this book had many female characters, including the protagonist–there was, in particular, a soldier (a captain? a general?) whom I particularly liked, and loved every time I got to voice her. I also remember noticing the strong colors of this book: lurid, alien, beautiful neons, like a favorite weird movie remembered from a 1980’s childhood. Also, I recall the sensation of being slightly cold the whole time I was recording: since the cryosleep chamber plays an enormous role in the plot!
The Rattled Bones By S. M. Parker
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Book
Now, this was a really interesting read–and one I’d’ve read on my own had I just picked it up at random to read for pleasure. It’s YA and it’s a mystery–and it’s also a ghost story. There are horrific elements: historical racism (really awful stuff, and sensitively researched, I thought) and vengeful spirits. This is also a book about grieving. The teenaged protagonist Rilla Brae is QUITE powerful: a young lobster-boat captain. I’ve never read a protagonist like her before. I really loved her, and her grandmother, and her strange, wild, maritime adventure. I remember there was a complicated friendship, a realistically unsatisfying relationship–followed by a much better one. And so many cool things about MAINE!
Starlings By Jo Walton
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Book
Ah. Ah! I have already blogged separately about narrating Starlings, because it was SUCH an experience! If you are interested, please read it at this link.
Suffice to say, this book was an HONOR and a HOOT to narrate, and I was SO EXCITED to have the chance! Not only did I get to do a good bulk of the stories (with my co-narrator Rudy Sanda doing the others), but I got to narrate the poetry. AND A WHOLE ONE-ACT PLAY! WITH ALL THE VOICES! I never felt so much like Mel Blanc in a Looney Tunes cartoon in my whole life!
Mad Hatters and March Hares By Ellen Datlow (editor)
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Book
If you stan Lewis Carroll, I think the stories in this book will both feed your obsession and challenge it.
As with the above-mentioned book, Mad Hatters and March Hares was another of those rare works that blew my skull apart at the sutures to try and voice. (Co-voice, actually, with the fabulous Eric Michael Summerer.) In addition to being an audiobook narrator, I also write fantasy; I even had a story in this particular anthology, my first work published under Editor Ellen Datlow, another scion of the genre! Also as with Starlings, I was so anxious about doing right by these stories–not least because I either knew or held in high esteem most of the authors–that it was one of the most difficult books I’ve ever narrated. Nothing shows me my own limitations as a voice actor so ruthlessly as being given something so beautiful and varied and brilliant to narrate that I almost can’t bear it. But I was the one on the ground, and I did my absolute best–sweating the entire time!–and I will forever be humbled to have had the chance.
Bone Swans and Desdemona and the Deep By C. S. E. Cooney
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About These Books
Well, these two books are my own works–which sold to Tantor Audio and Recorded Books respectively. Bone Swans: Stories is my collection, and won the World Fantasy Award in 2016. Desdemona and the Deep was just released in July of this year (2019). The collection, comprising five novellas/novelettes, runs a gamut of flavors: from sword and sorcery, to a couple re-told fairy tales, to a fantastical murder mystery, to . . . something that’s just plain nightmarish carnival weird. The second is a standalone work juuuuuust longer than a novella (word count-wise) but meant to be one nonetheless.
They both are full fantasy books, all of the stories taking place in different secondary worlds. Although: HINT–the story called “How the Milkmaid Struck a Bargain with the Crooked One” in Bone Swans takes place in the same land as Desdemona and the Deep, only the latter is several hundred years in the future, in the equivalent of our “Gilded Age.”
I wish I were a full-cast of Academy Award-winning actors, each with their impeccable timing and distinctive voices and emotional surprises. I wish I could match in the air what these works sound like in my head. But I have to say, I also love, love, love, love, love narrating my own work. I have read aloud from my stories my whole life to anyone who would sit still long enough to listen: my mother, my brothers, my best friends, and now–my husband–and the idea that I am also reading my own work aloud to people I may never meet is deeply satisfying and warming.
The first book in this series was the first book I’d ever narrated, and so it will always be very special to me. I love Lee Barrett in all her guises: real psychic disguised as fake psychic, teacher at an arts’ school, investigative reporter. I like how much she likes (and knows!) her cars. And I really like all the Salem history woven in. Plus: CATS! Plus: WITCHES!
1 Caught Dead Handed (2014) 2 Tails, You Lose (2015) 3 Look Both Ways (2015) 4 Murder Go Round (2017) 5 Grave Errors (2017) 6 It Takes a Coven (2018) 7 Bells, Spells, and Murders (2018) 8 Final Exam (2019) 9 Late Checkout (2019)
Charmed Pie Shoppe Mysteries By Ellery Adams
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
This is one of those slipstreamy, multi-genre books. It’s a mystery, yes–but there is also MAGIC! I love a good magical food book, and this one has plenty of that, plus a horde of fabulous aunties always sticking their noses in. And fairies. And sirens. And firefighters. So. Yeah! Warning: you will want to eat pie more than you ever have in your life if you read these. I MADE SO MANY PIES WHEN I WAS RECORDING THESE! Savory and sweet! My favorite was a bacon, onion, apple, cheddar pie!
1. Pies and Prejudice (2012) 2. Peach Pies and Alibis (2013) 3. Pecan Pies and Homicides (2014) 4. Lemon Pies and Little White Lies (2015) 5. Breach of Crust (2016)
Webb’s Glass Shop Mysteries by Cheryl Hollon
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
I love learning more about different kinds of glass-making and glass-blowing techniques in each book. The main character, Savannah Webb, is a patient teacher–and her wide array of students are always getting into scrapes. My favorites are the elderly twins, though: Rachel and Faith. They’re in every book, and grow more goofy and lovable every time we meet. I really love the community in this book as well, the close friendships across different ages, artists, and neurotypes. Plus! An adorable Weimaraner! (For you dog lovers.)
1. Pane and Suffering (2015) 2. Shards of Murder (2016) 3. Cracked to Death (2016) 4. Etched in Tears (2017) 5. Shattered at Sea (2018) 6. Down in Flames (2019)
Margot Durand Cozy Mysteries by Danielle Collins
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
Another series that is bound to make you hungry–and to want to go on a cruise. These are desserty-books, with dreamy, dreamy pastries, and with a no-nonsense protagonist who makes room in her life for the unexpected–and opens her heart and home to family, even when they’re being a bit troublesome.
1. Croissants and Corruption (2017) 2. Desserts and Deception (2017) 3. Pastries and Pilfering (2017) 4. Muffins and Murder (2017)
Cat Latimer Mysteries By Lynn Cahoon
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
These books are awfully fun because the protagonist, Cat, is a writer and an introvert–but she runs a writers’ retreat in Colorado–where she’s forced to interact with people! Her best friend does all the extravert meet & greet stuff, and the food–so, like any good cozy, droolworthy recipes abound–but Cat still has to step up and be social from time to time. She gets better at this as the series continues. She’s constantly under deadline, and constantly finding dead bodies. Animal interactions include (eventually) a very fine horse, some kittens, and a hot handyman.
1. A Story to Kill (2016) 2. Fatality by Firelight (2017) 3. Of Murder and Men (2017) 4. Slay in Character (2018) 5. Sconed to Death (2019)
Stormy Day Mysteries By Angela Pepper
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
Stormy Day just kept making me laugh! Unusually for the cozy mysteries I’ve done so far, she has a great relationship with her father (mostly the parents in cozies are deceased or absent or hard to get along with, with a few exceptions), who is a retired police officer. She’s also a small business owner and an entrepreneur. Her problem is not clumsiness or reckless behavior; her hamartia is an overabundance of efficiency! Interestingly complicated friendships as well. I quite enjoyed these books, and would have read them on my own had I just randomly picked them up.
1. Death of a Dapper Snowman (2014) 2. Death of a Crafty Knitter (2015) 3. Death of a Batty Genius (2015) 4. Death of a Modern King (2015)
Tara Holloway Mysteries By Diane Kelly
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
What I liked best about this series was that they weren’t primarily about murders–the mysteries are primarily TAX FRAUD! This is so refreshing and interesting–and makes for a nice change. They aren’t bloodless, though–but they are rompy, and full of shenanigans, and Texas, and some great partnerships, business relationships, friendships, and romances!
1. Death, Taxes and a French Manicure (2011) 2. Death, Taxes, and a Skinny No-whip Latte (2012) 3. Death, Taxes, and Extra-hold Hairspray (2012)
Daisy’s Tea Garden Mysteries By Karen Rose Smith
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
Another delicious series. And I mean, the soups! The sandwiches! The muffins! AND OH THE TEAS! I always come off narrating one of these books with a strong urge to go to Alice’s Tea Cup in New York, where I live; they serve fancy teas there. SO MANY LITTLE SANDWICHES! Anyway, a great cast of characters, takes place in Amish country so there are friendships across cultures, and I like that the protagonist is middle aged, widowed, with two daughters. She is extremely thoughtful and sensible, but also just about to begin a new and beautiful chapter in her life: as a businesswoman, yes, but also as a woman whose daughters are all but grown, and who is only now growing past her grief. If only people would stop dying in her vicinity!
1. Murder with Lemon Tea Cakes (2017) 2. Murder with Cinnamon Scones (2018) 3. Murder with Cucumber Sandwiches (2019)
Purr N Bark Pet Shop Mysteries By T. C. LoTempio
Narrator’s Opinion: What I Like About This Series
This is the most recent book I’ve narrated (in fact, I just got back yesterday from the studio), and the best thing about it are the two cats: Purrday and Kahlua. But also: small town Connecticut as a sort of updated old-fashioned noir comedy backdrop. And two out of work actors back from Hollywood who decide to take the latest murder investigation into their own hands. My favorite character is the protagonist’s sidekick, Gary. I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING HIS VOICE! I love him. Large cast of friends, huge gossip network, and too many motives abound!
I’ve taken to wearing earbuds whenever I come back into the city from an out of town job. Sometimes I listen to music or an audiobook, but the truth is, I can’t actually hear whatever’s playing at that point. That point of re-entry.
After a week spent in a black box talking to myself (the glamorous life of a professional narrator), Penn Station, in Manhattan, on Friday night, at rush hour, takes away my… I want to say “everything.” But that’s gross exaggeration. It takes away my ability to comprehend much of anything but the need for a wall at my back and a good cry.
But earbuds help, and something playing in the background. I don’t like being distracted. I don’t like not hearing what’s around me. But there’s just… too much… around me.
What seems to be working well right now is an “ocean wave” soundtrack. No music or anything, just waves.
Up from the Amtrak tracks: waves. Through station noise and waiting lines and cross-crossing, hellbent, one-track bee-liners: waves. Down the ramp, down the stairs, down that hall where the NJ transit people are rushing en masse toward me and I’m struggling upriver of them, up those cement stairs and to the platform to await the E: waves.
And while, yes, it makes me feel like I am, indeed, underwater, it also takes away the feeling that I’m drowning.
Or reduces it somewhat, anyway. So that’s nice.
There’s a line in Eric Klinenberg‘s Palaces for the People:How Social Infrastructure Can Help Fight Inequality, Polarization, and the Decline of Civic Life that I recently read that I want to remember here.
I remembered just the sense of it while I was on the subway, when my train stopped, and I was caught in that metal worm, caught between two brick walls, stuffed with strangers, down down down, and the announcement overhead was something something gerbils marbles mumble something sorry for the delay, and my agitation began to rise. I remembered just the sense of this passage, and I could breathe a little more easily again. Because I believe in it more than I believe in myself.
Let me find it. And while I’m at it, let me recommend this book.
The other day, my friend Tina Connolly posted the most fabulous picture of herself and her sunshiny shoes, and I swore to myself that I would write a poem about them, and here it is:
TINA CONNOLLY’S PATENTED TIME CAPSULE MOSTLY UNRHYMING POEM (™)
by C. S. E. Cooney
not glass nor fur nor iron nor red slippers to dance your death in but sunshiny shoes with strong rubber soles real leaf-kickers, city-trekkers
not stoles of mink or lynx or wolf nor cuffs of lace to dip your wine in but brown adventure jacket, battered, dapper owned by many, always yours
not pre-ripped, pre-faded, sexy/shabby denim nor embroidered like a wild west that never was but turquoise jeans, color of a merrow’s blood rolled to sea-wave navy at the cuffs
may your socks ne’er be matched may your lenses ne’er be scratched may your gleam never dim may the hum on your lips be a hymn to human genius
may the laundry of our lives brighten us may the dishes of our lives polish us may the theatre of our lives mischief us may the kerchiefs of our lives babushka us and all our friends and lovers rise to strengthen us when fragile we fall to the bedrock below
and if fragile you fall to the bedrock below may your sunshine shoes and strong rubber soul bounce
Before I start my writing for today, I want to say as how yesterday Carlos gave me–almost without thinking about it!–the perfect title for this novella I’m about done first-drafting.
I WANT TO TELL YOU BUT DO I WANT TO SPOIL THE SURPRISE???
Decisions, decisions.
When I’m finished with this one, I’ll have two–count ’em TWO!–first drafts of two VERY DIFFERENT novellas. And then I think–I do think–I might be ready to start revisions again.
After an intense 2 years of final revisions for Miscellaneous Stones: Necromancer to get her submission-ready, and for Desdemona and the Deep to get her publication-ready, I was pretty burnt out, writing-wise, and wondering if I would ever have a new thought in my head ever again.
And I guess I have my answer.
Both stories need a lot of work. They’re just sweet baby spiderling drafts, after all.
And I have, of course, the new round of Dark Breakers revisions to do to get them ready for the re-release. (Ideas about that . . . more to come . . .) And I have another first draft of a novella I wrote a few years ago. Total mess, but . . . I REALLY want to revisit it. And, and, and . . .
A long time ago, someone wonderful (was it Sonya Taaffe? Amal El-Mohtar? Caitlyn Paxson? S. J. Tucker? Francesca Forrest? Jessica P. Wick?) introduced me to John Pole and Terry Yarnell’s “Mister Fox.”
It is the creepiest, gorgeousest, FOXIEST Mr. Fox song EVER!
You can hear it for yourself at this soundcloud link, sung by Jenni Cargill-Strong, and read the lyrics/sheet music at Mudcat. Anyway, I adore it.
And then, for some charity art event sometime, I wrote a pastiche/sequel to it. Not for money or anything, just for love and continuing the conversation.
I ran across it today, since I had cause to use the word “potash” and I remembered I’d learned the word “potash” in order to write this song/poem. So I thought I’d dig it out and give it all to you. It’d be sung to Yarnell’s perfect tune, filk-style.
The Grand Finale of Mister Fox
Outside Mister Fox’s garden Two maids gazing at the wall Jenny of the Ax says to Suzie Long Bow: “For Mary and her golden ball!” The wall is high Sometimes girls can learn to fly
In they ran to fetch the ashes All that’s left of Mary now Iron and rust her little casket Buried ‘neath the willow bough The wall is high Past barbs and shards they slip on by
“I see you, Suzie! Jenny, I espy thee!” Cries Mister Fox from tower tall His teeth are white, his fine braid glistens His eyes are gold as Mary’s ball “The wall is high We built it well, my ghosts and I.”
Murdered ladies, shades and shadows Here a peasant, there a queen Shield-maids all, in brazen armor Their wounds a bright and bloody sheen The wall is high None enters who returns thereby
But three strange things did Jenny carry Nitrate of potash, sulfur, coal Suzie had flint, her steel and tinder Both girls shared a common goal The wall is high A hail of boulders from the sky
The house it shakes to the foundation The garden gate blows open wide The willow cracks right down the middle Mary’s casket lay inside The wall is high Mary, don’t you weep or sigh
They hunt him through the empty hallways Bowstring taut and blade edge keen Mister Fox, he taunts and teases them Always laughing, never seen The wall is high The dead say, “Seek — your prey is nigh.”
At last they found the thirteenth bedroom Suzie galls him toward bed With her silver ax and her strong heart singing Jenny chops his pretty head The wall is high Suzie shouts, “Bleed!” and Jenny growls, “Die.”
Now Mister Fox, he wanders restless One haunt more in that doleful hall From his shoulders trails a big black counterpane He cradles close his bloody skull The wall is high…
1. Well, Jamie was born number nine of out ten Sis took one look, said, “Ma, try that again.” Daddy said nothing–no, nothing at all But went out a brought home a goat so small A little black goat for his Jamie
2. So James had his hat and his grin and his goat Shoes made of rags and a sheepskin coat When Jamie was glad, he could sing all day long And when he was sad he would sing this song A secret song only for Jamie
Refrain
“Little Man Jamie, Won’t you come to the stars? I’ve got a home there And it’s bound to be yours Little Man Jamie, Won’t you fly and be free?” Says no one in the world to our Jamie
3. Our James wasn’t able to work in the mines We tried him at the colliery, but he sang all the time We told him to sort out the coal from the rocks But Jamie, he turned them to building blocks A tower of coal for our Jamie
4. James tried to tell us: “Oh, it’s good to be me! “See, my heart is a hive for the honeybee!” Daddy strained and he strained to make sense of those words Like the babbling of brooks, or the chirping of birds He chirped like bird, did our Jamie
Refrain
5. One day came a stranger to Candletown His face was a mask and his smile was a frown He played on his pipe, oh a sweet dancing tune And all of the children danced out of the room All of us danced except Jamie
6. Our Jamie jumped up and he cried, “Me! Me!” But the man laughed and said, “None so daft as thee.” Oh, he played and we danced and our eyes grew dim He carried us off, but he didn’t take him– He didn’t take with him our Jamie
Refrain
7. Jamie, he wailed, little Jamie he cried Curled up with his goat, wouldn’t go back inside Oh, his sisters and brothers, we left him behind To sleep in that ship made of silver so fine To dream and forget our dear Jamie
8. Daddy came out and he sat at his feet Didn’t say nothing, but he said it so sweet Gathered his son up, pet goat and all And walked him on down to that ship so tall A silver ship all for his Jamie
Refrain
9. Went up to the stranger who watched from his mask He said, “I am your man if you do as I ask The strength of my body, the sap of my bone Yours to devour if you give him a home A home in the stars for our Jamie.”
10. “He’s not worth my trouble,” that pied piper sneered “Nor hath he half the wisdom to be afeared He raiseth his arms when it’s low he should bow I bare all my teeth and he grins even now So why should I take thy Daft Jamie?”
Refrain
11. Dad stood his height, and it reached to the sky And he looked the fiend right in his deep yellow eye He said, “Sir, I’ve got nothing to stake but my life You’ve taken my children, I’ve lost my dear wife And now I must part with my Jamie.
12. “You may be as rich and as shrewd as a king My boy wants so little and he loves everything You may be as mighty and deep as the sea But Jamie’s worth twenty-one thousand of thee. You don’t know the worth of my Jamie.”
Refrain
13. The man in the suit took his pen, made a mark And his yellow eyes flashed like a lantern in the dark “Say your goodbyes then, and kiss ere you part– For I’ll take your lad, then I’ll eat up your heart. You bargained your heart for Daft Jamie.”
14. Daddy said, “James, oh my sweet little man Go on, do your best now, as only you can I’m sick and I’m old and I’ve not much to give But a chance at the sky, and a long life to live You’ll live in the stars now, my Jamie
Refrain
15. Jamie awakes in a new silver coat Nibbled and frayed by his silver-eyed goat He sings to the walls, they ring back like bells He dances while everyone else broods and dwells There’s no one as glad as our Jamie
16. And it’s good to reflect in this unending dark There are things worth the weight of a whole human heart O my sisters, my brothers, come rise to that call We’ll tear out our chains from this high silver wall And follow the song of our Jamie
Little Man Jamie, Won’t you come to the stars? I’ve got a home there And it’s bound to be yours Little Man Jamie, Won’t you fly and be free? “I’ll fly wide and high,” sings our Jamie
