About the song
In the world of folk and soft rock, few artists have captured the essence of poetic melancholy and introspective beauty quite like Cat Stevens. One of his most evocative compositions is “My Lady D’Arbanville,” a song that resonates deeply with listeners who appreciate the delicate blend of lyrical storytelling and emotional depth.
Released in 1970 as part of his critically acclaimed album Tea for the Tillerman, “My Lady D’Arbanville” stands out for its haunting melody and poignant lyrics. The song is often seen as a tribute to the enigmatic and romantic allure of the idealized muse, a figure that Stevens paints with both tenderness and a touch of sorrow. The narrative revolves around the character of Lady D’Arbanville, whose presence is described with an ethereal quality that suggests both admiration and a hint of melancholy.
Cat Stevens, known for his introspective songwriting and soothing voice, brings a unique charm to this track. His gentle acoustic guitar strumming and the soft, melancholic tone of his vocals create a mood that is both reflective and deeply emotional. The song’s lyrics convey a sense of longing and vulnerability, capturing the listener’s imagination and inviting them into a world where love and loss intertwine in a beautifully poetic dance.
“My Lady D’Arbanville” is a testament to Cat Stevens’ ability to weave intricate tales through music, creating a timeless piece that continues to touch the hearts of those who hear it. Whether you’re revisiting the song from years past or discovering it anew, its emotional resonance and lyrical beauty make it a standout track in Stevens’ illustrious career.
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Lyrics
My Lady d’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.My Lady d’Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,My Lady d’Arbanville why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.My Lady d’Arbanville, you look so cold tonight.
Your lips feel like winter,
your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white.My Lady d’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
and you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill.La la la la la….
My Lady d’Arbanville why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent.
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low,I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
I’ll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die.I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie,
I’ll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die.