<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004</id><updated>2025-11-27T12:48:46.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics And Poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-6126989601512518454</id><published>2023-07-25T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2023-07-25T09:17:03.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I remember this from the Little House books and saw it somewhere else recently. It has been running through my mind ever since. I love the song and thought I should share it with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It asks some good questions!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a happy land far, far away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright as day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh how they sweetly sing, Worth is our Savior King.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loud let his praises ring! Praise, praise for aye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come to that happy land, come, come away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why will you doubting stand? Why still delay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh we shall happy be, when from sin and sorrow free,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord we shall live with thee! Blest, blest for aye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bright in that happy land beams every eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kept by a fathers hand love cannot die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! Then to glory run, be a crown and kingdom won,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And bright, bright above the sun, we reign for aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/6126989601512518454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/6126989601512518454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/6126989601512518454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/6126989601512518454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-happy-land.html' title='The Happy Land'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-4174921394461153286</id><published>2022-03-23T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2022-03-23T11:03:31.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Forsworn,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without Honor,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will stand and weep,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And wish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the Hope,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Dreams,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Promise,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of all the lost years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regret,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remorse,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despair,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Defeat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All for choices made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then watch the children follow your example,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And weep once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4174921394461153286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/4174921394461153286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/4174921394461153286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/4174921394461153286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2022/03/karma.html' title='Karma'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-642282313574003661</id><published>2017-03-07T08:02:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2017-03-07T08:04:58.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Roses, Silver Bells</title><content type='html'>This isn&#39;t finished. Just posting it: Because!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet still she dreams,&lt;br /&gt;
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Of knights on white horses, in search of the grail.&lt;br /&gt;
One true love, that will never fail.&lt;br /&gt;
Wind on the mountains, moonlight on the sea.&lt;br /&gt;
Yellow Roses, and Silver Bells.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my memory still, &lt;br /&gt;
The scent of yellow roses,&amp;nbsp; and the sound of silver bells.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sweet yellow roses, and bright silver bells.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the streets of Jerusalem, he danced.&lt;br /&gt;
David danced, before the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
David danced.&lt;br /&gt;
With all his might, David danced.&lt;br /&gt;
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To magnify the lord, David danced.&lt;br /&gt;
In joyous praise, David danced.&lt;br /&gt;
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David danced.&lt;br /&gt;
In the streets of Jerusalem, he danced.&lt;br /&gt;
David danced.&lt;br /&gt;
Before the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
David danced.&lt;br /&gt;
With all his might.&lt;br /&gt;
David danced.&lt;br /&gt;
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A man after Gods own heart.&lt;br /&gt;
David danced.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1120923204353062176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/1120923204353062176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/1120923204353062176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/1120923204353062176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2017/03/david-danced.html' title='David Danced'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-3193979468914104898</id><published>2016-02-07T10:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-07T10:05:23.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Days Late</title><content type='html'>This is a beautiful song and the video is really gorgeous too.&lt;br /&gt;
I love the white dresses, and her voice is so lovely. It made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ro5l5cYXBR8&quot; width=&quot;420&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3193979468914104898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/3193979468914104898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/3193979468914104898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/3193979468914104898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2016/02/four-days-late.html' title='Four Days Late'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/Ro5l5cYXBR8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-7813964771116157914</id><published>2016-02-07T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-07T10:03:09.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>This is something I try to remember any time I&#39;m having problems, especial when feeling sorry for myself. Pity parties seem to make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorrow comes in the evening&lt;br /&gt;and she&#39;ll stay through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember as you weep in the dark, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is joy in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;There is joy in the light!&lt;br /&gt;There is joy in the rising of that Bright and Morning Star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be tribulations&lt;br /&gt;And you will walk a rocky road&lt;br /&gt;Through a shadowed vale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is joy in the truth!&lt;br /&gt;There is joy in the right!&lt;br /&gt;There is joy in the rising of that Bright and Morning Star!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7813964771116157914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/7813964771116157914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/7813964771116157914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/7813964771116157914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2016/02/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-1794788335006675733</id><published>2015-10-21T14:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2015-10-21T14:08:35.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Foster&#39;s NELLY WAS A LADY - Tom Roush.</title><content type='html'>This is beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;270&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/0UczcRiXUhU&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1794788335006675733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/1794788335006675733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/1794788335006675733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/1794788335006675733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2015/10/stephen-fosters-nelly-was-lady-tom-roush_21.html' title='Stephen Foster&#39;s NELLY WAS A LADY - Tom Roush.'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/0UczcRiXUhU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-4136726271772302644</id><published>2015-09-21T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-09-21T14:09:42.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Williams  Emmy Lou Harris - If I Needed You (with lyrics)</title><content type='html'>This is a truly lovely song. There are other versions but I really love this one.

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 </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4136726271772302644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/4136726271772302644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/4136726271772302644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/4136726271772302644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2015/09/don-williams-emmy-lou-harris-if-i.html' title='Don Williams  Emmy Lou Harris - If I Needed You (with lyrics)'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/QHoAg-LlVVM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-1946454236403324052</id><published>2015-04-10T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-04-11T11:20:23.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeward Bound By Marta Keen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;ya-q-full-text&quot; id=&quot;yui_3_17_2_4_1428707904986_988&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t believe I missed this song for so long. It is exactly the kind of song I love. I think it is beautiful and the sentiment is lovely too. There are some really nice performances posted on &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=homeward+bound+marta+keen&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. I especially like &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FK_a7EULW4o&amp;amp;list=LLK-tO1KoM-t9Xk_fbbh1VpQ&amp;amp;index=1&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ya-q-full-text&quot; id=&quot;yui_3_17_2_4_1428707904986_988&quot;&gt;The song also has a &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/pages/Homeward-Bound-by-Marta-Keen/214263595251616?sk=info&amp;amp;tab=page_info&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt;, where the author talks about the meaning of the song, and some of the many places it has been performed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ya-q-full-text&quot; id=&quot;yui_3_17_2_4_1428707904986_988&quot;&gt;In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed, &lt;br /&gt;
When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red. &lt;br /&gt;
When the summer’s ceased its gleaming, &lt;br /&gt;
When the corn is past its prime,  &lt;br /&gt;
When adventure’s lost its meaning,  &lt;br /&gt;
I’ll be homeward bound in time. &lt;br /&gt;
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Bind me not to the pasture, chain me not to the plow. &lt;br /&gt;
Set me free to find my calling and I’ll return to you somehow. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you find it’s me you&#39;re missing, if you’re hoping I’ll return. &lt;br /&gt;
To your thoughts I’ll soon be list’ning, and in the road I’ll stop and turn. &lt;br /&gt;
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end. &lt;br /&gt;
And the path I’ll be retracing when I’m homeward bound again. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
Bind me not to the pasture, chain me not to the plow. &lt;br /&gt;
Set me free to find my calling and I’ll return to you somehow. &lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed, &lt;br /&gt;
When the sparrows stop their singing,  &lt;br /&gt;
I’ll be homeward bound again. &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/1946454236403324052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/1946454236403324052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/1946454236403324052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/1946454236403324052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2015/04/homeward-bound-by-marta-keen.html' title='Homeward Bound By Marta Keen'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-281921219233803936</id><published>2014-05-10T07:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-10T07:55:38.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark As A Dungeon By Merle Travis</title><content type='html'>I first heard this on the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band&#39;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Will-Circle-Unbroken-Anniversary-Edition/dp/B000063686/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1399733564&amp;amp;sr=8-1&amp;amp;keywords=nitty+gritty+dirt+band+will+the+circle+be+unbroken&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will The Circle Be Unbroken &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;album back in middle school. Our music teacher brought this album in and used several of the songs on it to teach some lessons about the different types of music.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I fell in love with the songs I heard in class and bugged my mom till she bought me a copy of the album. Back then it was actual vinyl record albums. I also bought cassette copies and eventually CD copies of it. I still have the CD copy. That album has some other beautiful songs on it like &lt;a href=&quot;http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2007/08/wildwood-flower.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Wildwood Flower&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Dark As A Dungeon&lt;/i&gt; just sort of grabs my imagination though. Those men who worked (or still do) in mines had a hard row to hoe and they didn&#39;t get paid nearly enough in my opinion. Not for working in the dark and risking their lives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Come listen you fellows so young and so fine&lt;br /&gt;
Oh seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mine&lt;br /&gt;
It will form as a habit and seep in your soul&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Till the stream of your blood is as black as the coal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;It&#39;s dark as a dungeon and damp as the dew&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Where the danger is double and the pleasures are few&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Where the rain never falls and the sun never shines&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;It&#39;s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s a-many a man I&#39;ve known in my day&lt;br /&gt;
Who lived just to labor his life away&lt;br /&gt;
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard his wine&lt;br /&gt;
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The midnight the morning or the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s the same to the miner who labors away&lt;br /&gt;
Where the demons of death often come by surprise&lt;br /&gt;
One fall of the slate and your buried alive&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I hope when I&#39;m gone and the ages shall roll&lt;br /&gt;
My body will blacken and turn into coal&lt;br /&gt;
Then I&#39;ll look from the door of my heavenly home&lt;br /&gt;
And pity the miner a-digging my bones
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/281921219233803936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/281921219233803936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/281921219233803936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/281921219233803936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2014/05/dark-as-dungeon-by-merle-travis.html' title='Dark As A Dungeon By Merle Travis'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-154507627414229397</id><published>2014-03-01T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2014-03-01T07:53:32.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory In Jesus</title><content type='html'>I remember singing this in church when I was 10-14. There was a group of us girls who sang &quot;specials&quot; and this was one of our favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My great-grandmother also loved this song and it is one of the songs I remember her singing while sitting in the recliner with the dog on her lap looking out the window.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was written by the famous gospel singing teacher Eugene M. Bartlett. According to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/complete-book-of-hymns-william-j-petersen/1102466110?ean=9781414309330&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Complete Book of Hymns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by William J. Petersen and Ardythe Petersen it was the last song he wrote and he wrote it after having a stroke that left him pretty much disabled and home-bound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;ve5&quot;&gt;I heard an old, old story,&lt;br /&gt;
            How a Savior came from glory,&lt;br /&gt;
            How He gave His life on Calvary&lt;br /&gt;
            To save a wretch like me;&lt;br /&gt;
            I heard about His groaning,&lt;br /&gt;
            Of His precious blood&#39;s atoning,&lt;br /&gt;
            Then I repented of my sins&lt;br /&gt;
            And won the victory. &lt;br /&gt;
            &lt;br /&gt;
            &lt;br /&gt;
            &lt;i&gt;Chorus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
            O victory in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;
            My Savior, forever.&lt;br /&gt;
            He sought me and bo&#39;t me&lt;br /&gt;
            With His redeeming blood;&lt;br /&gt;
            He loved me ere I knew Him&lt;br /&gt;
            And all my love is due Him,&lt;br /&gt;
            He plunged me to victory,&lt;br /&gt;
            Beneath the cleansing flood. &lt;br /&gt;
            &lt;br /&gt;
            I heard about His healing,&lt;br /&gt;
            Of His cleansing pow&#39;r revealing.&lt;br /&gt;
            How He made the lame to walk again&lt;br /&gt;
            And caused the blind to see;&lt;br /&gt;
            And then I cried, &quot;Dear Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;
            Come and heal my broken spirit,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
            And somehow Jesus came and bro&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;
            To me the victory. &lt;br /&gt;
            &lt;br /&gt;
            &lt;br /&gt;
            I heard about a mansion&lt;br /&gt;
            He has built for me in glory.&lt;br /&gt;
            And I heard about the streets of gold&lt;br /&gt;
            Beyond the crystal sea;&lt;br /&gt;
            About the angels singing,&lt;br /&gt;
            And the old redemption story,&lt;br /&gt;
            And some sweet day I&#39;ll sing up there&lt;br /&gt;
            The song of victory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;ve5&quot;&gt;Written by Eugene M. Bartlett (1885-1941)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;ve5&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ve5&quot;&gt;© 1939 - Administrated by Integrated Copyright Group, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;
            All rights reserved&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ve5&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ve5&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;This song has been recorded a lot too and if you do a search on Amazon.com you will find several pages of albums that have this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/154507627414229397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/154507627414229397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/154507627414229397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/154507627414229397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2014/03/victory-in-jesus.html' title='Victory In Jesus'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-9217305545526877207</id><published>2014-01-16T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2014-05-10T08:11:52.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Big Rock Candy Mountains</title><content type='html'>I remember this from when I was a kid. Not sure if I knew the song before but my family went to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.seerockcity.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Rock City&lt;/a&gt; in Chattanooga, Tennessee and they had a big animated critter (I think it was a bear) out front and it was playing this song.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have heard it sung by several people. Burl Ives sang it. Harry McClintock sings it in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/O-Brother-Where-Art-Thou/dp/B00004XQ83/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1399734586&amp;amp;sr=8-3&amp;amp;keywords=o+brother+where+art+thou&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;O Brother, Where Art Thou&lt;/a&gt;? I have heard it done by others too but can&#39;t remember the names. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is a fun song to sing. The children&#39;s versions usually change the lyrics to leave out the cigarettes and liquor. And of course there was supposed to be a verse at the end where one of them basically says he is tired of hunting for the mountains which uses some fairly graphic language. I did NOT include that verse here. You can find it on the net if you really want to. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One evening as the sun went down&lt;br /&gt;
And the jungle fires were burning,&lt;br /&gt;
Down the track came a hobo hiking,&lt;br /&gt;
And he said, &quot;Boys, I&#39;m not turning&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m headed for a land that&#39;s far away&lt;br /&gt;
Besides the crystal fountains&lt;br /&gt;
So come with me, we&#39;ll go and see&lt;br /&gt;
The Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s a land that&#39;s fair and bright,&lt;br /&gt;
Where the handouts grow on bushes&lt;br /&gt;
And you sleep out every night.&lt;br /&gt;
Where the boxcars all are empty&lt;br /&gt;
And the sun shines every day&lt;br /&gt;
And the birds and the bees&lt;br /&gt;
And the cigarette trees&lt;br /&gt;
The lemonade springs&lt;br /&gt;
Where the bluebird sings&lt;br /&gt;
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;
All the cops have wooden legs&lt;br /&gt;
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth&lt;br /&gt;
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs&lt;br /&gt;
The farmers&#39; trees are full of fruit&lt;br /&gt;
And the barns are full of hay &lt;br /&gt;
Oh I&#39;m bound to go&lt;br /&gt;
Where there ain&#39;t no snow&lt;br /&gt;
Where the rain don&#39;t fall&lt;br /&gt;
The winds don&#39;t blow&lt;br /&gt;
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;
You never change your socks&lt;br /&gt;
And the little streams of alcohol&lt;br /&gt;
Come trickling down the rocks&lt;br /&gt;
The brakemen have to tip their hats &lt;br /&gt;
And the railway bulls are blind&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s a lake of stew&lt;br /&gt;
And of whiskey too&lt;br /&gt;
You can paddle all around it&lt;br /&gt;
In a big canoe&lt;br /&gt;
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,&lt;br /&gt;
The jails are made of tin.&lt;br /&gt;
And you can walk right out again,&lt;br /&gt;
As soon as you are in.&lt;br /&gt;
There ain&#39;t no short-handled shovels,&lt;br /&gt;
No axes, saws nor picks,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m bound to stay&lt;br /&gt;
Where you sleep all day,&lt;br /&gt;
Where they hung the jerk&lt;br /&gt;
That invented work&lt;br /&gt;
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;
....&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll see you all this coming fall&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I remember singing itwhen I was little. It came out only a couple of years before I was born but Peter, Paul, And Mary were very popular back in the 60s and my mom was young and hip back then.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have no idea who taught it to us kids but I remember a bunch of us kids as well as my mom, grandmother, and aunt singing this in the car. No idea where we were going or why but I remember we had fun and sang a bunch of songs and all of us kids knew all the words to this one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Does that still happen these days? I hope so. It is a great memory that I treasure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you miss the train I&#39;m on, you will know that I am gone&lt;br /&gt;
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles&lt;br /&gt;
a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles&lt;br /&gt;
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lord I&#39;m one, Lord I&#39;m two, Lord I&#39;m three, Lord I&#39;m four&lt;br /&gt;
Lord I&#39;m 500 miles from my home&lt;br /&gt;
500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles&lt;br /&gt;
Lord I&#39;m five hundred miles from my home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name&lt;br /&gt;
Lord I can&#39;t go a-home this a-way&lt;br /&gt;
This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way&lt;br /&gt;
Lord I can&#39;t go a-home this a-way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you miss the train I&#39;m on you will know that I am gone&lt;br /&gt;
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/4071405904762023194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/4071405904762023194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/4071405904762023194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/4071405904762023194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2013/08/500-miles-by-peter-paul-and-mary.html' title='500 Miles By Peter, Paul, And Mary'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-8274229490037590214</id><published>2013-04-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-06T07:18:14.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All The Flowers Gone</title><content type='html'>I first heard this song about 40 years ago. It was sung by Peter, Paul, and Mary and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hadn&#39;t heard it or thought about it in years till I saw a reference to the song the other day. Ever since then the song has been in my head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have even caught myself singing it over and over. It is a beautiful song and the idea behind it...that everything keeps on going and that things come around again like the seasons...and never come to a real end...is wonderful. And it makes me feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And since it is a circle song you can just keep on singing it without sounding funny...cause it really never ends!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the flowers gone?&lt;br /&gt;
Young girls have picked them everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the young girls gone?&lt;br /&gt;
Gone for husbands everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the husbands gone?&lt;br /&gt;
Gone for soldiers everyone&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the soldiers gone?&lt;br /&gt;
Gone to graveyards, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the graveyards gone?&lt;br /&gt;
Gone to flowers, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?&lt;br /&gt;
Where have all the flowers gone?&lt;br /&gt;
Young girls have picked them everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, when will they ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;&quot;&gt;Words and Music by
Pete Seeger (1955)&lt;br /&gt;
(c) 1961 (renewed) by Sanga Music Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8274229490037590214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/8274229490037590214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/8274229490037590214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/8274229490037590214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2013/04/where-have-all-flowers-gone.html' title='Where Have All The Flowers Gone'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-7603330131789468268</id><published>2012-08-10T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-18T17:24:34.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother&#39;s Last Word To Her Son</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I never can forget the day&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When my dear Mother did sweetly say,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;You are leavin&#39;, my darling boy,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You always have been your mother&#39;s joy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;Now as you leave in this world to roam&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You may not be able to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But remember Jesus, who lives on high&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And is watchin&#39; over you with a mighty eye.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;The world is so full of old sin and woe&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And many sorrows everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But remember Jesus, who&#39;s everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You get in trouble now, he&#39;ll meet you there.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&quot;If you&#39;ll bow down before his face&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And trust in him for his saving grace, now,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And you have a burden, he&#39;ll make them light&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And he sure will guide you all in the right.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOLO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Now when I think of my Mother dear&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;How often she did, and try to cheer&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My wandering mind, whilst going astray,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;By saying, &quot;Son, accept the way.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This song was written and recorded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.minermusic.com/dolceola/corcoran.htm&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Washington Phillips&lt;/a&gt; back in the 1920&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I heard it it the movie &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1242460/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;We Need To Talk About Kevin&lt;/a&gt;(really good move). I fell in love with the song and was amazed that I had not ever heard it before. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I found a remake by a modern group called Awkward I. It is really good(in my opinion). The original recording has also been posted on YouTube I think.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe width=&quot;560&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;//www.youtube.com/embed/NLjz_VQcSaE&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/7603330131789468268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/7603330131789468268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/7603330131789468268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/7603330131789468268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2012/08/mothers-last-word-to-her-son.html' title='Mother&#39;s Last Word To Her Son'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-2928834098801836519</id><published>2011-10-16T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2021-06-15T17:01:59.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Lord, Oh Do Lord, Do Remember Me</title><content type='html'>I remember this song from my childhood. This is one that everyone sang. I haven&#39;t heard it in ages and I&#39;m wondering if folks still sing it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked it up on google and apparently it was written by Julia Ward Howe, who also wrote the Battle Hymn of The Republic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some of the lyrics I remember were missing from the all the sites I found online. I&#39;m putting the ones I remember here. I expect this is one of the songs that folks added their own lyrics to as they went along. There are probably different versions in different parts of the country or in different churches.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you know any other lyrics please add them in a comment. 

It would be a shame to lose them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Way beyond the blue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve got a home in glory land that out-shines the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve got a home in glory land that out-shines the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve got a home in glory land that out-shines the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
Way beyond the blue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Way beyond the blue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took Jesus as my Savior, You take Him too.&lt;br /&gt;
I took Jesus as my Savior, You take Him too.&lt;br /&gt;
I took Jesus as my Savior, You take Him too, while He&#39;s still calling you.&lt;br /&gt;
Way beyond the blue. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Way beyond the blue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I read the book of Revelations, You read it too.&lt;br /&gt;
I read the book of Revelations, You read it too.&lt;br /&gt;
I read the book of Revelations, You read it too.&lt;br /&gt;
Way beyond the blue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Way beyond the blue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you can&#39;t bear a cross, You can&#39;t wear a crown.&lt;br /&gt;
If you can&#39;t bear a cross, You can&#39;t wear a crown.&lt;br /&gt;
If you can&#39;t bear a cross, You can&#39;t wear a crown.&lt;br /&gt;
Way beyond the blue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,&lt;br /&gt;
Way beyond the blue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;There is a lovely version of this song sung by a children&#39;s choir you can listen to by &lt;a href=&quot;https://youtu.be/FCXvjx-nP9g&quot;&gt;clicking here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2928834098801836519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/2928834098801836519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/2928834098801836519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/2928834098801836519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-lord-oh-do-lord-do-remember-me.html' title='Do Lord, Oh Do Lord, Do Remember Me'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-2115974944111813611</id><published>2011-09-03T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T14:28:00.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shelter In The Time Of Storm</title><content type='html'>I love this song. I don&#39;t remember where/when I first heard the chorus but I liked it. I love the idea of having a Shelter In The Time Of Storm. I looked up the words and the whole song has wonderful images of being sheltered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Lord&#39;s our Rock, in Him we hide&lt;br /&gt;
A shelter in the time of storm,&lt;br /&gt;
Secure whatever ill betide&lt;br /&gt;
A shelter in the time of storm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A weary land, a weary land;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A shelter in the time of storm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A shade by day, defense by night&lt;br /&gt;
A shelter in teh time of storm;&lt;br /&gt;
No fears alarm, no foes affright&lt;br /&gt;
A shelter in the time of storm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The raging storms may round us beat&lt;br /&gt;
A shelter in teh time of storm;&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;ll never leave our safe retreat&lt;br /&gt;
A shelter in teh time of storm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O Rock divine, O Refuge dear&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;A shelter in the time of storm;&lt;br /&gt;
Be Thour our helper ever near&lt;br /&gt;
A shelter in the time of storm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lyrics were written by &lt;span class=&quot;lead&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cyberhymnal.org/bio/c/h/a/charlesworth_vj.htm&quot;&gt;Ve­rnon J. Charles­worth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Music was written by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wholesomewords.org/biography/biorpsankey.html&quot;&gt;Ira Sankey&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2115974944111813611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/2115974944111813611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/2115974944111813611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/2115974944111813611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2011/09/shelter-in-time-of-storm.html' title='A Shelter In The Time Of Storm'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-4647937903168147111</id><published>2011-08-13T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T07:48:53.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust And Obey</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite hymns. I remember it from church when I was young. This is one of the songs that got sung a lot. Apparently a whole lot of people love it. It was written back in 1886 by John Sammis and the music was written by Daniel Towner. It is a lovely song and tells the proper order of christian life--trust first, then obey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;When we walk with the Lord in teh light of His Word,&lt;br /&gt;
What a glory He sheds on our way!&lt;br /&gt;
While we do His good will He abides with us still,&lt;br /&gt;
And with all who will trust and obey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Trust and obey, for there&#39;s no other way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,&lt;br /&gt;
But His smile quickly drives it away;&lt;br /&gt;
Not a doubt nor a fear, not a sigh nor a tear,&lt;br /&gt;
Can abide while we trust and obey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,&lt;br /&gt;
But our toil He doth richly repay;&lt;br /&gt;
Not a grief nor a loss, not a frown nor a cross,&lt;br /&gt;
But is blest if we trust and obey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But we never can prove the delights of His love&lt;br /&gt;
Untill all on the alter we lay;&lt;br /&gt;
For the favor He shows and the joy He betsows&lt;br /&gt;
Are for them who will trust and obey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet,&lt;br /&gt;
Or we&#39;ll walk by His side in they way;&lt;br /&gt;
What He says we will do, where He sends we will go--&lt;br /&gt;
Never fear, only trust and obey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CS47XYnjcJQ&amp;amp;offerid=229293.9781414309330&amp;amp;type=2&amp;amp;subid=0&quot;&gt;The Complete Book of Hymns: Inspiring Stories about 600 Hymns and Praise Songs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=CS47XYnjcJQ&amp;amp;bids=229293.9781414309330&amp;amp;type=2&amp;amp;subid=0&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img alt=&quot;icon&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=CS47XYnjcJQ&amp;amp;bids=229293.1&amp;amp;type=10&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;version on &lt;a href=&quot;http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CS47XYnjcJQ&amp;amp;offerid=229293.600491106726&amp;amp;type=2&amp;amp;subid=0&quot;&gt;Come Fill Your Glass with Us.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=CS47XYnjcJQ&amp;amp;bids=229293.600491106726&amp;amp;type=2&amp;amp;subid=0&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt; I have a copy of that somewhere. It is one of the old songs everyone can sing along with. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;This is the version I remember&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve traveled all over this world&lt;br /&gt;
And now to another I go&lt;br /&gt;
And I know that good quarters are waiting&lt;br /&gt;
To welcome old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
To welcome old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
To welcome old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
And I know that good quarters are waiting&lt;br /&gt;
To welcome old Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I&#39;m dead and laid out on the counter&lt;br /&gt;
A voice you will hear from below&lt;br /&gt;
Saying &quot;Send down a hogshead of whiskey&lt;br /&gt;
To drink with old Rosin the Bow&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
To drink with old Rosin the Bow&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
To drink with old Rosin the Bow&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Saying &quot;Send down a hogshead of whiskey&lt;br /&gt;
To drink with old Rosin the Bow&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then get a half dozen stout fellows&lt;br /&gt;
And stack them all up in a row&lt;br /&gt;
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles&lt;br /&gt;
To the memory of Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
To the memory of Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
To the memory of Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles&lt;br /&gt;
To the memory of Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then get this half dozen stout fellows&lt;br /&gt;
And let them all stagger and go&lt;br /&gt;
And dig a great hole in the meadow&lt;br /&gt;
And in it put Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
And in it put Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
And in it put Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
And dig a great hole in the meadow&lt;br /&gt;
And in it put Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then get ye a couple of bottles&lt;br /&gt;
Put one at me head and me toe&lt;br /&gt;
With a diamond ring scratch upon them&lt;br /&gt;
The name of old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
The name of old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
The name of old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
With a diamond ring scratch upon them&lt;br /&gt;
The name of old Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve only this one consolation&lt;br /&gt;
As out of this world I go&lt;br /&gt;
I know that the next generation&lt;br /&gt;
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
I know that the next generation&lt;br /&gt;
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I fear that old tyrant approaching&lt;br /&gt;
That cruel remorseless old foe&lt;br /&gt;
And I lift up me glass in his honor&lt;br /&gt;
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow&lt;br /&gt;
And I lift up me glass in his honor&lt;br /&gt;
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;This is the original folk song:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve always been cheerful and easy,&lt;br /&gt;
And scarce have I needed a foe.&lt;br /&gt;
While some after money run crazy,&lt;br /&gt;
I merrily Rosin&#39;d the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some youngsters were panting for fashions,&lt;br /&gt;
Some new kick seemed now all the go,&lt;br /&gt;
But having no turbulent passions,&lt;br /&gt;
My motto was &quot;Rosin the Bow.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So kindly my parents besought me,&lt;br /&gt;
No longer a roving to go,&lt;br /&gt;
And friends whom I thought had forgot me,&lt;br /&gt;
With gladness met Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My young day I spent all in roving,&lt;br /&gt;
But never was vicious, no, no;&lt;br /&gt;
But somehow I loved to keep moving,&lt;br /&gt;
And cheerfully Rosin&#39;d the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In country or city, no matter,&lt;br /&gt;
Too often I never could go,&lt;br /&gt;
My presence all sadness would scatter,&lt;br /&gt;
So cheerful was Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The old people always grew merry,&lt;br /&gt;
Young faces with pleasure did glow,&lt;br /&gt;
While lips with the red of cherry,&lt;br /&gt;
Sipped &quot;bliss to old Rosin the Bow.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While sweetly I played on my viol,&lt;br /&gt;
In measures so soft and so slow,&lt;br /&gt;
Old Time stopped the shade on the dial,&lt;br /&gt;
To listen to Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And peacefully now I am sinking,&lt;br /&gt;
From all this sweet world can bestow,&lt;br /&gt;
But Heaven&#39;s kind mercy I&#39;m thinking,&lt;br /&gt;
Provides for old Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now soon some still Sunday morning,&lt;br /&gt;
The first thing the neighbors will know,&lt;br /&gt;
Their ears will be met with the warning,&lt;br /&gt;
To bury old Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My friends will then so neatly dress me,&lt;br /&gt;
In linen as white as the snow,&lt;br /&gt;
And in my new coffin they&#39;ll press me,&lt;br /&gt;
And whisper &quot;poor Rosin the Bow.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then lone with my head on the pillow,&lt;br /&gt;
In peace I&#39;ll be sleeping below,&lt;br /&gt;
The grass and the breeze shaken willow,&lt;br /&gt;
That waves over Rosin the Bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think I actually like the lyrics of the old folk song better. It might not be as fun to sing though as the newer drinking song.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/52485122554241142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/52485122554241142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/52485122554241142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/52485122554241142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2011/08/rosin-bow-old-rosin-beau.html' title='Rosin The Bow &quot;Old Rosin The Beau&quot;'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-2647005761167867094</id><published>2011-07-31T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:59:07.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier, Ask Not</title><content type='html'>Hymn of the Friendlies by Gordon R. Dickson, within book of the same title (1923–2001), published 1965&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Soldier, ask not - now, or ever,&lt;br /&gt;
Where to war your banners go.&lt;br /&gt;
Anarch&#39;s legions all surround us.&lt;br /&gt;
Strike - and do not count the blow!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Glory, honor, praise and profit,&lt;br /&gt;
Are but toys of tinsel worth.&lt;br /&gt;
Render up your work, unasking,&lt;br /&gt;
Leave the human clay to earth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Blood and sorrow, pain unending,&lt;br /&gt;
Are the portion of us all.&lt;br /&gt;
Grasp the naked sword, opposing,&lt;br /&gt;
Gladly in the battle fall.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So shall we, anointed soldiers,&lt;br /&gt;
Stand at last before the Throne,&lt;br /&gt;
Baptized in our wounds, red-flowing,&lt;br /&gt;
Sealed unto our Lord - alone!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I read the Dorsai books a long time ago. Some of them I read several times. I loved the songs he used in the books. This is a really good one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are lots of other songs that have been written about the Dorsai. You can find them on the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.di.org/di_filk.htm&quot;&gt;Dorsai Irregulars Filk Song Collection&lt;/a&gt;. I&#39;m going to be posting some of my favorite filk song lyrics because a few of the older sites seem to be disappearing and it would be a shame to lose them. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you want to know more about Filk Songs...check out &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.filk.com/filk101.htm&quot;&gt;Filking 101:The Folk Music of Science Fiction&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2647005761167867094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/2647005761167867094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/2647005761167867094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/2647005761167867094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/soldier-ask-not.html' title='Soldier, Ask Not'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-8449300338817711067</id><published>2011-07-23T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T12:11:42.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare To Be a Daniel</title><content type='html'>Daniel 1:8, Daniel 6:10-11; Acts 16:25-28&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Standing by a purpose true,&lt;br /&gt;
Heeding God&#39;s command,&lt;br /&gt;
Honor them, the faithful few!&lt;br /&gt;
All hail to Daniel&#39;s Band!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Dare to be a Daniel, dare to stand alone!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Dare to have a purpose Firm! Dare to make it known!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many mighty men are lost,&lt;br /&gt;
Daring not to stand,&lt;br /&gt;
Who for God had been a host,&lt;br /&gt;
By joining Daniel&#39;s Band!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many giants, great and tall,&lt;br /&gt;
Stalking thro&#39; the land,&lt;br /&gt;
Headlong to the earth would fall,&lt;br /&gt;
If met by Daniel&#39;s Band!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hold the gospel banner high!&lt;br /&gt;
On to vict&#39;ry grand!&lt;br /&gt;
Satan and his host defy,&lt;br /&gt;
And shout for Daniel&#39;s Band!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I saw this mentioned somewhere a while back..in a Good News Magazine article I think. This is one of the good songs. It talks about courage and being faithful and willing to stand for what you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I remember singing lots of songs at church when I was little. They had a lot of songs to help teach kids Bible stories. This is one of those. I haven&#39;t heard it sung anywhere in ages. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suppose some churches do still teach these songs to the kids. And maybe home-schools do as well. I hope they are not being completely forgotten. Do your kids know this song? What other Bible/church songs do they know?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/8449300338817711067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/8449300338817711067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/8449300338817711067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/8449300338817711067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/dare-to-be-daniel.html' title='Dare To Be a Daniel'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-2605828856107971431</id><published>2011-07-15T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T12:14:01.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy by Jil Spargur</title><content type='html'>I first read this in a book of poems my father gave me for my birthday when I turned 12. I loved many of the poems in this book. This one is about how things change as you grow up. She wanted a red balloon but her mom didn&#39;t think it was worth the&amp;nbsp; money...and she says she could get one now that she is grown but she doesn&#39;t want it anymore. I think children these days would be shocked at this. Most of the ones I know have so many toys they can&#39;t put them all up. Maybe the kids today are TOO spoiled? The girl in this story was not for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always wanted a red balloon,&lt;br /&gt;
It only cost a dime,&lt;br /&gt;
But Ma said it was risky,&lt;br /&gt;
They broke so quickly,&lt;br /&gt;
And beside, she didn&#39;t have time;&lt;br /&gt;
And even if she did, she didn&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;
Think they were worth a dime.&lt;br /&gt;
W lived on a farm, and I only went&lt;br /&gt;
To one circus and fair,&lt;br /&gt;
And all the balloons I ever saw&lt;br /&gt;
Were there.&lt;br /&gt;
There were yellow ones and blue ones,&lt;br /&gt;
But the kind I liked the best&lt;br /&gt;
Were red, and I don&#39;t see why&lt;br /&gt;
She couldn&#39;t have stopped and said&lt;br /&gt;
That maybe I could have one--&lt;br /&gt;
But she didn&#39;t--I suppose theat now&lt;br /&gt;
You can buy them anywheres,&lt;br /&gt;
And that they still sell red ones&lt;br /&gt;
At circuses and fairs.&lt;br /&gt;
I got a little money saved;&lt;br /&gt;
I got a lot of time,&lt;br /&gt;
I got no one to tell me how to spend my dime;&lt;br /&gt;
Plenty of balloons--But somehow&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s something died inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t want--now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This poem can be found in &lt;a href=&quot;http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CS47XYnjcJQ&amp;offerid=229293.9780385000192&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0&quot;&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 src=&quot;http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/14590000/14594964.JPG&quot; &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;IMG border=0 width=1 height=1 src=&quot;http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=CS47XYnjcJQ&amp;bids=229293.9780385000192&amp;type=2&amp;subid=0&quot; &gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/2605828856107971431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/2605828856107971431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/2605828856107971431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/2605828856107971431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2011/07/tragedy-by-jil-spargur.html' title='Tragedy by Jil Spargur'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-3776445631279057240</id><published>2011-01-07T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:09:09.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Bright and Beautiful</title><content type='html'>This is a lovely song. I remember my grandmother or someone singing the chorus to me when I was little. I think every child should hear this.&lt;br /&gt;
It would help them to learn that what the schools teach isn&#39;t the only explanation for where things come from. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Each little flow&#39;r that opens up,&lt;br /&gt;
Each little bird that sings,&lt;br /&gt;
He mad their glowing colors and &lt;br /&gt;
He made their tiny wings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;All things bright and beautiful,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;All creatures great and small,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; All all things wise and wonderful;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Lord God made them all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The purple-headed mountain,&lt;br /&gt;
The river running by,&lt;br /&gt;
The sunset and the morning light&lt;br /&gt;
That brightens up the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;All things bright and beautiful,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;All creatures great and small,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; All all things wise and wonderful;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Lord God made them all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The cold wind in the wintertime,&lt;br /&gt;
The pleasant summer sun,&lt;br /&gt;
The ripe fruits in the garden now,&lt;br /&gt;
He made them every one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;All things bright and beautiful,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;All creatures great and small,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; All all things wise and wonderful;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Lord God made them all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He gave us eyes to see them all,&lt;br /&gt;
And lips that we might tell&lt;br /&gt;
How great is the Almighty God&lt;br /&gt;
Who has made all things well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;All things bright and beautiful,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;All creatures great and small,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; All all things wise and wonderful;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Lord God made them all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This song is included in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Book-Hymns-William-Petersen/dp/1414309333?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=Jarella-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;The Complete Book of Hymns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=Jarella-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1414309333&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Bible-Camp-Songs-Things-Beautiful/dp/B000MGUZRK?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=Jarella-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Bible Camp Songs: All Things Bright &amp;amp; Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=Jarella-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000MGUZRK&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3776445631279057240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/3776445631279057240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/3776445631279057240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/3776445631279057240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-things-bright-and-beautiful.html' title='All Things Bright and Beautiful'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-3398253493297274419</id><published>2008-03-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:05:33.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You And I Were Young, Maggie</title><content type='html'>I wandered today to the hill, Maggie, to watch the scene below, &lt;br /&gt;
the creek and the old rusty mill, Maggie, Where we sat in the long, long ago;&lt;br /&gt;
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, where first the daisies spring, &lt;br /&gt;
The old rusty mill is still, Maggie, since you and I were young,&lt;br /&gt;
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And now we are aged and grey, Maggie, the trials of life nearly done;&lt;br /&gt;
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie, since you and I were young.&lt;br /&gt;
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A city so silent and lone, Maggie, Where the young and the gay and the best, &lt;br /&gt;
In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie Have each found a place of rest;&lt;br /&gt;
Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie, and join in the songs that were sung, &lt;br /&gt;
For we sang just as gay as they, Maggie, when you and I were young.&lt;br /&gt;
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They say I am feeble with age, Maggie, My steps are less sprightly than then, &lt;br /&gt;
My face is a well written page, Maggie, But time alone was the pen;&lt;br /&gt;
They say we are aged and grey, Maggie, As spray by the white breakers flung, &lt;br /&gt;
But to me you&#39;re as fair as you were, Maggie, when you and I were young.&lt;br /&gt;
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A version found on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00000K27P?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=jarella-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B00000K27P&quot;&gt;Love Is a Voyage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=jarella-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00000K27P&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt; And others here &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/gp/search?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;keywords=when%20you%20and%20I%20were%20young%20Maggie&amp;amp;tag=jarella-20&amp;amp;index=music&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&quot;&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=jarella-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/3398253493297274419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/3398253493297274419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/3398253493297274419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/3398253493297274419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-you-and-i-were-young-maggie.html' title='When You And I Were Young, Maggie'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6779398702718612004.post-918292862371354929</id><published>2007-10-02T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-08-10T09:12:47.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long Ago</title><content type='html'>This is a lovely old song. It is a nostalgic song about lost love.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It seems to be considered a childrens song mostly. I would think it would be more for adults though as it talks about remembering your youth. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then again I first encountered this song back when I was in middle school and fell in love with it. It has a great melody.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,&lt;br /&gt;
Long, long ago, long, long ago,&lt;br /&gt;
Sing me the songs I delighted to hear,&lt;br /&gt;
Long, long ago, long ago,&lt;br /&gt;
Now you are come all my grief is removed,&lt;br /&gt;
Let me forget that so long you have roved.&lt;br /&gt;
Let me believe that you love as you loved,&lt;br /&gt;
Long, long ago, long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you remember the paths where we met?&lt;br /&gt;
Long, long ago, long, long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, yes, you told me you&#39;d never forget,&lt;br /&gt;
Long, long ago, long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
Then to all others, my smile you preferred,&lt;br /&gt;
Love, when you spoke, gave a charm to each word.&lt;br /&gt;
Still my heart treasures the phrases I heard,&lt;br /&gt;
Long, long ago, long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tho&#39; by your kindness my fond hopes were raised,&lt;br /&gt;
Long, long ago, long, long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
You by more eloquent lips have been praised,&lt;br /&gt;
Long, long ago, long, long ago,&lt;br /&gt;
But, by long absence your truth has been tried,&lt;br /&gt;
Still to your accents I listen with pride,&lt;br /&gt;
Blessed as I was when I sat by your side.&lt;br /&gt;
Long, long ago, long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thomas Haynes Bayly</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/feeds/918292862371354929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6779398702718612004/918292862371354929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/918292862371354929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6779398702718612004/posts/default/918292862371354929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricspoems.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-long-ago.html' title='Long Long Ago'/><author><name>Elle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05565706433237340784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxsbav9X6Bttm8JUHSKsHDeNKPvmPFhaUcDBxz0SJnZh_pO8LpAdYA37bDToWZcwI6ShoS-z6YyzD3FSySk8Xm4fSA2h2JLEqyx31flzjNhAARnWmJPtXqcF99u61fg/s113/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>