Acrylics on canvas, 46x61cm.
Cheeks as red as the blooming rose, eyes of the deepest brown,
You are the darling of my heart, stay till the sun goes down.
Shady Grove my little love, Shady Grove my dear.
Shady Grove my little love, I’m going to leave you here.
Shady Grove my little love, standing at the door,
Shoes and stockin’s in her hand and her little bare feet on the floor.
Wisht I had a big fine horse, corn to feed him on,
Pretty little girl stay at home, feed him when I’m gone.
Shady Grove my little love, Shady Grove I say,
Shady Grove, my little love,
Don’t wait till Judgement Day.
I learned this traditional Appalachian mountain-song at High School (Rutherglen Academy) Ballads Club under tutelage of Norman Buchan, my English teacher. This version is from a boys point of view unlike the version linked here by Shelly Colvin live at Music City Roots at the Loveless Café in Nashville. Don’t know who her guitarist is but he sure does a fine job on that gee-tar!
Original charcoal sketch inspirations: