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Altan, 这是一支被誉为90年代最杰出的一支爱尔兰传统民谣乐团 。从1983 年成立以来 ( 当时还未正式以 Altan 为团名 ) 至今共出版了8 张专辑，为他们赢得了许多音乐奖项，其中包括了三座 NAIRD Award (National Assoication of Independent Record Dealers 美国独立音乐品牌协会 ), 英国民谣音乐杂志 (Folk and Roots) 及英国流行乐杂志 (Q Magnize) 的年度最佳民谣专辑 等多项大奖。

歌曲背景：
  一个女子在年轻的时候由于父亲的安排嫁给了一个显贵的子弟，她开始担心自己的年龄有一天会成为感情悲剧的主因，她埋怨父亲错误的将自己嫁给了一个比她小很多的男子。婚后第二年，他们有了自己的孩子，而她的夫君却也 还是一个孩子，在一天天的长大。她送他去上学，他裹了蓝色的头巾，她怕别人抢走父亲为自己选定依存的真爱 。而命运的捉弄，却使她很快成了寡妇，在为爱人缝制寿衣的时候，她的悲哀成了整个曲子的灵魂…

没有太多电子和流行元素的介入，自然、淳朴、原始，是我喜欢的风格。这一首来自 Altan的凯尔特元歌曲，便是这样毫无雕饰。深深打动我的，是父女俩的这般现实的对话以及女子失去爱人后汩汩流淌的哀伤.

歌词：

Daily Growing
Altan

The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green,
Many is the time my true love Ive seen,
Many an hour I have watched him all alone,
Hes young but hes daily growing.
Father, dear father, youve done me great wrong,
You have married me to a boy who is too young,
I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen,
Daughter, dear daughter, Ive done you no wrong,
He's young but he's daily growing

I have married you to a great lords son,
He will be a man for you when I am dead and gone,
Hes young but hes daily growing

Father, dear father, if you see fit,
Well send him to college for another year yet,
Ill tie a blue ribbon all around his head,
To let the maidens know that he is married.
One day I was looking over my fathers castle wall,
I spied all the boys playing with a ball,
And my own true love was the flower of them all,
He's young but he's daily growing

And so early in the morning at the dawning of the day,
They went into a hayfield to have some sport and play,
And what they did there she never would declare,
But she never more complained of his growing.
At the age of fourteen he was a married man,
At the age of fifteen the father of my son,
At the age of sixteen his grave it was green,
And death had put an end to his growing.
Ill buy my love some flannel, Ill make my love a shroud,
With every stitch I put in it, the tears they will pour down,
With every stitch I put in it, how the tears they will flow,
Cruel fate has put an end to his growing.