When Man and Beast Both Face the Cold | Robert Burns' To a Mouse

Listen now on Apple Music: https://shorturl.at/8P14v Listen now on Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/yc7c5xua “To a Mouse” — inspired by the immortal poem of Robert Burns — is a quiet meditation on fragility, loss, and the shared struggle of all living things beneath the turning of the seasons. In this cinematic folk adaptation, Shepherd’s Pipes reimagines Burns’s famous work through the eyes of the field mouse itself, set against the cold furrows of a Scottish autumn as winter closes in. Rather than a direct recitation of the original poem, this version expands upon its themes of hardship, memory, survival, and mercy with new lyrics and haunting imagery drawn from the rural world Burns knew so well. With gentle vocals, atmospheric instrumentation, and a slow, reflective pace, “To a Mouse” captures the melancholy beauty of Scottish and Celtic folk tradition while remaining deeply human at its core. From the album “The Shepherd’s Road” by Shepherd’s Pipes. Listen on: Spotify: https://shorturl.at/PWycb Apple Music: https://shorturl.at/pZ3L0 iTunes: https://shorturl.at/FFVuC Amazon Music: https://tinyurl.com/3z4n2va3 iHeartRadio: https://tinyurl.com/4dw38dwt Inspired by the poetry of Robert Burns. If this song moved you, consider subscribing for more original Celtic folk music, Scottish ballads, Irish storytelling songs, and cinematic adaptations from Shepherd’s Pipes. #RobertBurns #ToAMouse #CelticMusic #ScottishFolk #FolkMusic #ShepherdsPipes #Burns #CelticFolk #ScottishPoetry #AcousticFolk LYRICS: The frost lay deep on the barley stone, And the wind it moaned o’er the moor, I set my plough through the autumn lane, And broke you from your tiny door. You ran, wee heart, with a frightened cry, Through the stubble, brown and bare, Ah, tim’rous beastie, I could not spare The home you’d built with care. O, the best-laid plans of beast and man Go oft astray in time, Your nest lies bare in the cold, cold air, While I warm by fire’s climb. Forgive the hand that tore your land, ’Twas no ill will of mine — But winter’s teeth will bite us both, In the year’s dark, fading sign. You know no past, nor fear the morn, You live each day alone, But I look back with a weary heart On fields I’ve reaped and sown. Would I could live so free of care, As you in summer’s green, But man was cursed with thought and fear, With memories sharp and keen. Tim’rous beastie, cold and small, Snow will cover nest and all, I by fire, you in the field, Both to winter’s mercy yield. Plans of beast and man decay, Dreams like starlight fade away… Tim’rous beastie, hear my call, We are fragile, one and all. And when the frost has had its say, And spring returns to land, I’ll walk the furrows with gentler step, And offer you my hand. For in your eyes I see my own, The same small fight to live, And though I cannot mend the past, I still have love to give. Tim’rous beastie, cold and small, Snow will cover nest and all, I by fire, you in the field, Both to winter’s mercy yield. Plans of beast and man decay, Dreams like starlight fade away… Tim’rous beastie, hear my call, We are fragile, one and all. We are fragile… one and all. --- Boost your YouTube audience with vidIQ. Use this link to unlock 500 bonus credits when you upgrade to a premium plan: https://vidiq.com/r/?code=wDojjr