Martyn Joseph is a performer like no other: Shades of Springsteen, John Mayer, Bruce Cockburn and Dave Matthews there may be - but he stands in his own right, built on a reputation for giving what thousands have described as the best live music experience of their lives delivering his "songs of lyrical intelligence" according to BBC Radio 2's Bob Harris.


June 22, 2010 8:59 pm

“On This Celtic Morning” – June 2010

I have often effused about my love affair with the ancient game of Golf. It’s a sport I have played as best I could since I was ten years old, and if you ‘get it’ then you know how all consuming it is and if you don’t thats fine. With the ‘The Ryder Cup’ coming to Wales for the first time at the end of September, I found myself fumbling with a few lyrical ideas that eventually became a song.

I looked on-line for other Ryder Cup music but only found some very jingoistic efforts directed at the USA team, which to be honest, didn’t do them any artistic favor. ‘On This Celtic Morning’ tries to embrace the unique spirit of this beloved game and is hopefully an acknowledgment of the past as well as the amazing skills of todays fairway magicians. I don’t know if it will be of any use to anyone in particular but it felt right to put it out there amidst the excitement that is building by the M4 intersection with Newport.

Martyn Joseph
June 2010

On this Celtic morning

On this Celtic morning
Under Manor skies
A valleys eyes are smiling
And the river asking why?
There is a tiger on the land
To meet the dragon always there
And men will play this great game again
In spirit true and fair

Grass that’s drawn from water
Irons wrought of sand
The beauty in the walking
The shaking of your hand
On this Celtic morning
Under Manor skies
Flags of nations flying
And hope is running high

Pure strikes from the middle
And never from the toe
There may be some beautiful healing
Still the river wants to know
Why there’s a tiger on the land
To meet the dragon always there
Tell her history lives beyond us
And used to be the golden bear

She’s the grace to lose with honor
To win with empathy
It’s the passion of the matador
As a boy with his 3 iron by the sea
And the gods who play before us
Somehow carry all our names
As tall as any mountain
But never bigger than the game

On this Celtic morning
Under Manor skies
Flags of nations flying
And hope is running high

On this Celtic morning
Under Manor skies
Rhythm time and motion
Runs deep and testifies
And welcomes brothers to the land
To meet the dragons always there
And men will play this great game again
In spirit true and fair

On this Celtic morning
Under Manor skies

On this Celtic morning
Under Samuel Ryder skies.

Copyright – Martyn Joseph 2010

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