Lyrics And Poems

Do Lord, Oh Do Lord, Do Remember Me

2011-10-16T10:55:00.000-07:00

I remember this song from my childhood. This is one that everyone sang. I haven't heard it in ages and I'm wondering if folks still sing it?

I looked it up on google and apparently it was written by Julia Ward Howe, who also wrote the Battle Hymn of The Republic.

Some of the lyrics I remember were missing from the all the sites I found online. I'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.

If you know any other lyrics please add them in a comment. It would be a shame to lose them.

Chorus:
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Way beyond the blue.

I've got a home in glory land that out-shines the sun.
I've got a home in glory land that out-shines the sun.
I've got a home in glory land that out-shines the sun.
Way beyond the blue.

Chorus:
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Way beyond the blue.

I took Jesus as my Savior, You take Him too.
I took Jesus as my Savior, You take Him too.
I took Jesus as my Savior, You take Him too, while He's still calling you.
Way beyond the blue.

Chorus:
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Way beyond the blue.

I read the book of Revelations, You read it too.
I read the book of Revelations, You read it too.
I read the book of Revelations, You read it too.
Way beyond the blue.

Chorus:
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Way beyond the blue.

If you can't bear a cross, You can't wear a crown.
If you can't bear a cross, You can't wear a crown.
If you can't bear a cross, You can't wear a crown.
Way beyond the blue.

Chorus:
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Do Lord, O, Do Lord, O do remember me,
Way beyond the blue.

There is a lovely version of this song sung by a children's choir you can listen to by clicking here.

A Shelter In The Time Of Storm

2011-09-03T14:27:00.000-07:00

I love this song. I don'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.

The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide
A shelter in the time of storm,
Secure whatever ill betide
A shelter in the time of storm.

Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land,
A weary land, a weary land;
Oh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land
A shelter in the time of storm.

A shade by day, defense by night
A shelter in teh time of storm;
No fears alarm, no foes affright
A shelter in the time of storm.

The raging storms may round us beat
A shelter in teh time of storm;
We'll never leave our safe retreat
A shelter in teh time of storm.

O Rock divine, O Refuge dear
A shelter in the time of storm;
Be Thour our helper ever near
A shelter in the time of storm.

The lyrics were written by Vernon J. Charlesworth
Music was written by Ira Sankey

Trust And Obey

2011-08-13T07:48:00.000-07:00

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.

"When we walk with the Lord in teh light of His Word,
What a glory He sheds on our way!
While we do His good will He abides with us still,
And with all who will trust and obey.

Trust and obey, for there's no other way
To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

Not a shadow can rise, not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt nor a fear, not a sigh nor a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

Not a burden we bear, not a sorrow we share,
But our toil He doth richly repay;
Not a grief nor a loss, not a frown nor a cross,
But is blest if we trust and obey.

But we never can prove the delights of His love
Untill all on the alter we lay;
For the favor He shows and the joy He betsows
Are for them who will trust and obey.

Then in fellowship sweet we will sit at His feet,
Or we'll walk by His side in they way;
What He says we will do, where He sends we will go--
Never fear, only trust and obey.

The Complete Book of Hymns: Inspiring Stories about 600 Hymns and Praise Songs

Rosin The Bow "Old Rosin The Beau"

2011-08-06T14:59:00.000-07:00

It seem there are at least two versions of this song. The one I had remembered is the more modern one...it was sung on one of the Walton shows way back when. I also heard the Clancy Brothers
version on Come Fill Your Glass with Us. I have a copy of that somewhere. It is one of the old songs everyone can sing along with.

This is the version I remember:

I've traveled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
To welcome old Rosin the Bow
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow.

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
To drink with old Rosin the Bow"
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Bow".

Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
To the memory of Rosin the Bow
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Bow.

Then get this half dozen stout fellows
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And in it put Rosin the Bow
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Bow.

Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name of old Rosin the Bow
The name of old Rosin the Bow
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Bow.

I've only this one consolation
As out of this world I go
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Bow.

I fear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Bow.

This is the original folk song:

I've always been cheerful and easy,
And scarce have I needed a foe.
While some after money run crazy,
I merrily Rosin'd the Bow.

Some youngsters were panting for fashions,
Some new kick seemed now all the go,
But having no turbulent passions,
My motto was "Rosin the Bow."

So kindly my parents besought me,
No longer a roving to go,
And friends whom I thought had forgot me,
With gladness met Rosin the Bow.

My young day I spent all in roving,
But never was vicious, no, no;
But somehow I loved to keep moving,
And cheerfully Rosin'd the Bow.

In country or city, no matter,
Too often I never could go,
My presence all sadness would scatter,
So cheerful was Rosin the Bow.

The old people always grew merry,
Young faces with pleasure did glow,
While lips with the red of cherry,
Sipped "bliss to old Rosin the Bow."

While sweetly I played on my viol,
In measures so soft and so slow,
Old Time stopped the shade on the dial,
To listen to Rosin the Bow.

And peacefully now I am sinking,
From all this sweet world can bestow,
But Heaven's kind mercy I'm thinking,
Provides for old Rosin the Bow.

Now soon some still Sunday morning,
The first thing the neighbors will know,
Their ears will be met with the warning,
To bury old Rosin the Bow.

My friends will then so neatly dress me,
In linen as white as the snow,
And in my new coffin they'll press me,
And whisper "poor Rosin the Bow."

Then lone with my head on the pillow,
In peace I'll be sleeping below,
The grass and the breeze shaken willow,
That waves over Rosin the Bow.

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.

Soldier, Ask Not

2011-07-31T11:59:00.000-07:00

Hymn of the Friendlies by Gordon R. Dickson, within book of the same title (1923–2001), published 1965

Soldier, ask not - now, or ever,
Where to war your banners go.
Anarch's legions all surround us.
Strike - and do not count the blow!

Glory, honor, praise and profit,
Are but toys of tinsel worth.
Render up your work, unasking,
Leave the human clay to earth.

Blood and sorrow, pain unending,
Are the portion of us all.
Grasp the naked sword, opposing,
Gladly in the battle fall.

So shall we, anointed soldiers,
Stand at last before the Throne,
Baptized in our wounds, red-flowing,
Sealed unto our Lord - alone!

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.

There are lots of other songs that have been written about the Dorsai. You can find them on the Dorsai Irregulars Filk Song Collection. I'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.

If you want to know more about Filk Songs...check out Filking 101:The Folk Music of Science Fiction.

Dare To Be a Daniel

2011-07-23T12:11:00.000-07:00

Daniel 1:8, Daniel 6:10-11; Acts 16:25-28

Standing by a purpose true,
Heeding God's command,
Honor them, the faithful few!
All hail to Daniel's Band!

Dare to be a Daniel, dare to stand alone!
Dare to have a purpose Firm! Dare to make it known!

Many mighty men are lost,
Daring not to stand,
Who for God had been a host,
By joining Daniel's Band!

Many giants, great and tall,
Stalking thro' the land,
Headlong to the earth would fall,
If met by Daniel's Band!

Hold the gospel banner high!
On to vict'ry grand!
Satan and his host defy,
And shout for Daniel's Band!

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.

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't heard it sung anywhere in ages.

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?

Tragedy by Jil Spargur

2011-07-15T15:52:00.000-07:00

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't think it was worth the money...and she says she could get one now that she is grown but she doesn'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't put them all up. Maybe the kids today are TOO spoiled? The girl in this story was not for sure.

I always wanted a red balloon,
It only cost a dime,
But Ma said it was risky,
They broke so quickly,
And beside, she didn't have time;
And even if she did, she didn't
Think they were worth a dime.
W lived on a farm, and I only went
To one circus and fair,
And all the balloons I ever saw
Were there.
There were yellow ones and blue ones,
But the kind I liked the best
Were red, and I don't see why
She couldn't have stopped and said
That maybe I could have one--
But she didn't--I suppose theat now
You can buy them anywheres,
And that they still sell red ones
At circuses and fairs.
I got a little money saved;
I got a lot of time,
I got no one to tell me how to spend my dime;
Plenty of balloons--But somehow
There's something died inside of me,
And I don't want--now.

This poem can be found in

All Things Bright and Beautiful

2011-01-07T12:09:00.000-08:00

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.
It would help them to learn that what the schools teach isn't the only explanation for where things come from.

Each little flow'r that opens up,
Each little bird that sings,
He mad their glowing colors and
He made their tiny wings.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning light
That brightens up the sky.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,

All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.

The cold wind in the wintertime,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden now,
He made them every one.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,

All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.

He gave us eyes to see them all,
And lips that we might tell
How great is the Almighty God
Who has made all things well.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,

All all things wise and wonderful;
The Lord God made them all.

This song is included in The Complete Book of Hymns and Bible Camp Songs: All Things Bright & Beautiful

When You And I Were Young, Maggie

2008-03-10T09:45:00.000-07:00

I wandered today to the hill, Maggie, to watch the scene below,
the creek and the old rusty mill, Maggie, Where we sat in the long, long ago;
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, where first the daisies spring,
The old rusty mill is still, Maggie, since you and I were young,

And now we are aged and grey, Maggie, the trials of life nearly done;
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie, since you and I were young.

A city so silent and lone, Maggie, Where the young and the gay and the best,
In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie Have each found a place of rest;
Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie, and join in the songs that were sung,
For we sang just as gay as they, Maggie, when you and I were young.

They say I am feeble with age, Maggie, My steps are less sprightly than then,
My face is a well written page, Maggie, But time alone was the pen;
They say we are aged and grey, Maggie, As spray by the white breakers flung,
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie, when you and I were young.

A version found on Love Is a Voyage And others here Maggie

Long Long Ago

2007-10-02T08:41:00.000-07:00

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago,
Sing me the songs I delighted to hear,
Long, long ago, long ago,
Now you are come all my grief is removed,
Let me forget that so long you have roved.
Let me believe that you love as you loved,
Long, long ago, long ago.

Do you remember the paths where we met?
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
Ah, yes, you told me you'd never forget,
Long, long ago, long ago.
Then to all others, my smile you preferred,
Love, when you spoke, gave a charm to each word.
Still my heart treasures the phrases I heard,
Long, long ago, long ago.

Tho' by your kindness my fond hopes were raised,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.
You by more eloquent lips have been praised,
Long, long ago, long, long ago,
But, by long absence your truth has been tried,
Still to your accents I listen with pride,
Blessed as I was when I sat by your side.
Long, long ago, long ago.

Thomas Haynes Bayly

The Reading Mother

2007-09-06T09:17:00.000-07:00

I have always loved this poem since I first read it many years ago. I liked it so much because my mother read to me. And taught me to read before I started school. And encouraged me to read as much as possible..except she didn't much care for me getting in trouble at school for reading instead of doing my work.

I had a Mother to read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,
Cutlassas clenched in the yellow teeth,
"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath

I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.

I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Celert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.

I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings-
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
Oh, that each mother of boys were such.

You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be --
I had a Mother who read to me.

Strickland Gillilan

Found in

Who Has Known Heights

2007-09-06T09:10:00.000-07:00

Who has known heights and depths shall not again
Know peace-not as the calm heart knows
Low, ivied walls; a garden close;
An though he tread the humble ways of men
He shall not speak the common tongue again.

Who has known heights shall bear forevermore
An incommunicable thing
That hurts his heart, as if a wing
Beat at the portal, challenging;
And yet-lured by the gleam his vision wore-
Who once has trodden stars seeks peace no more.

Mary Brent Whiteside

Found in

Our Lips And Ears

2007-09-06T08:58:00.000-07:00

If your your lips would keep from slips,
five things observe with care:
Of whom your speak, to whom your speak,
And how and when and where.

If your your ears would save from jeers,
These things keep meekly his:
Myself and I, and mine and my,
And how I do and did.

Unknown

A version of this was written to Laura Ingalls by her mother in the book Little Town On the Prairie. This version is found in

Who Hath a Book

2007-09-06T08:42:00.000-07:00

Who hath a book
Has friends at hand,
And gold and gear
At his command;

And rich estates,
If he but look,
Are held by him
Who hath a book.

Who hath a book
Has but to read
And he may be
A king indeed;

His Kingdom is
His inglenook;
All this is his
Who hate a book.

Wilbur D. Nesbit

This is so true! I sometimes get lost in really good books. I forget where I am. If I have been reading something where the people speak with accents or very formally...I often find myself speaking that way for several hours if not days. You can travel all over the world without ever leaving you house if you have Books. And actually read them!

Found in

To Lucasta, Going To The Wars

2007-08-30T11:29:00.001-07:00

Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such,
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.

Richard Lovelace

Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms

2007-08-28T07:59:00.000-07:00

Believe me if all those
Endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today
Were to change by tomorrow
And fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away
Though would'st still be adored
As this moment thou art
Let thy loveliness fade as it will
And around the dear ruin
Each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself
Verdantly still.

It is not while beauty
And youth are thine own
And thy cheeks
Unprofaned by a tear
That the ferver and faith
Of a soul can be known
To which time will but
Make thee more dear
No the heart that has truly loved
Never forgets
But as truly loves
On to the close
As the sunflower turns
On her god when he sets
The same look which
She'd turned when he rose.

Thomas Moore

One of the most beautiful recordings of this song is found on

All Quiet Along the Potomac

2007-08-22T10:09:00.000-07:00

All quiet along the Potomac, they say,
Except now and then a stray picket
Is shot as he walks on his beat to and fro,
By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
'Tis nothing, a private or two now and then
Will not count in the news of the battle;
Not an officer lost, only one of the men,
Moaning out all alone the death rattle.

All quiet along the Potomac tonight,
Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming,
Their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon,
O'er the light of the watch fires, are gleaming;
A tremulous sigh, as the gentle night wind,
Through the forest leaves softly is creeping,
While stars up above, with their glittering eyes,
Keep guard for the army is sleeping.

There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread,
As he tramps from the rock to the fountain,
And thinks of the two in the low trundle bed,
Far away in the cot on the mountain.
His musket falls slack, and his face, dark and grim,
Grows gentle with memories tender,
As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep,
For their mother, may Heaven defend her.

The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then,
That night when the love yet unspoken
Leaped up to his lips when low-murmured vows,
Were pledged to be ever unbroken.
Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eye
He dashes off tears that are welling,
And gathers his gun closer up to its place
As if to keep down the heart-swelling.

He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree
The footstep is lagging and weary;
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,
Toward the shades of the forest so dreary.
Hark! Was it the night wind that rustled the leaves,
Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing?
It looks like a rifle -- "Ah! Mary, good-bye!"
And the lifeblood is ebbing and splashing.

All quiet along the Potomac tonight,
No sound save the rush of the river;
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead --
The picket's off duty forever.

Ethel Lynn Beers

A lovely song. And still has something to say to us today. You can hear it here The Civil War or Songs of the Civil War

White in the Moon the Long Road Lies : A Shropshire Lad

2007-08-22T08:41:00.000-07:00

I first read this in The Dark Is Rising (Boxed Set) series of books. I loved it and remembered it ever since. And it has been recorded several places such as this : Songs from A. E. Housman's A Shropshire Lad. He wrote some lovely poems.

WHITE in the moon the long road lies,
The moon stands blank above;
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.

Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the ceaseless way.

The world is round, so travelers tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, ’twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.

But ere the circle homeward hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.

A.E. Housman

In the Starlight from the Little House books by Laura Ingalls

2007-08-18T11:59:00.000-07:00

In the starlight, in the starlight
let us wander gay and free
For there's nothing in the daylight
Half so dear to you and me.

Like the fairies in the shadow
Of the woods, we'll steal along
And our sweetest lays we'll warble
For the night was made for song

When none are by to listen
Or to chide us in our glee
In the starlight, in the starlight
Let us wander gay and free

In the starlight, in the starlight
Let us wander, let us wander
In the starlight in the starlight
Let us wander gay and free

In the starlight, in the starlight
At the daylight's dewy close
When the nightingale is singing
His last love song to the rose

In the calm, clear light of summer
When the breezes softly play
From the glitter of our dwelling
We will gently steal away

Where the silvery waters murmur
By the margin of the sea
In the starlight, in the starlight
We will wander gay and free

In the starlight, in the starlight
We will wander, we will wander
In the starlight in the starlight
We will wander gay and free

By J.E. Carpenter
From the Little House Books by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Bonnie Dundee

2007-08-18T11:47:00.000-07:00

Tae the lairds i' convention
T'was Claverhouse spoke
E'er the Kings crown go down,
There'll be crowns to be broke;
Then let each cavalier
Who loves honor and me
Come follow the bonnet
O' bonnie Dundee.

Chorus
Come fill up my cup,
Come fill up my can
Saddle my horses
And call out my men
And it's Ho! for the west port
And let us gae free,
And we'll follow the bonnets
O' bonnie Dundee!

Dundee he is mounted,
He rides doon the street,
The bells they ring backwards,
The drums they are beat,
But the Provost, douce man,
Says "Just e'en let him be
For the toon is well rid of that
De'il o' Dundee."

Chorus
Come fill up my cup,
Come fill up my can
Saddle my horses
And call out my men
And it's Ho! for the west port
And let us gae free,
And we'll follow the bonnets
O' bonnie Dundee!

There are hills beyond Pentland
And lands beyond Forth,
Be there lairds i' the south,
There are chiefs i' the north!
There are brave duniewassals,
Three thousand times three
Will cry "Hoy!" for the bonnets
O' bonnie Dundee.

Chorus
Come fill up my cup,
Come fill up my can
Saddle my horses
And call out my men
And it's Ho! for the west port
And let us gae free,
And we'll follow the bonnets
O' bonnie Dundee!

Then awa to the hills,
To the lea to the rocks,
Ere I own a usurper
I'll crouch with the fox
So tremble false Whigs,
In the midst o'your glee,
Ye have not seen the last
O' my bonnets and me.

Chorus
Come fill up my cup,
Come fill up my can
Saddle my horses
And call out my men
And it's Ho! for the west port
And let us gae free,
And we'll follow the bonnets
O' bonnie Dundee!

Sir Walter Scott

A recording can be found on Amazing Grace

Lorena

2007-08-16T14:45:00.000-07:00

The years creep slowly by, Lorena
The snow is on the grass again
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena
The frost gleams where the flowers have been
But the heart throbs on as warmly now
As when the summer days were nigh
Oh, the sun can never dip so low
A-down affection's cloudless sky.

A hundred months have passed, Lorena
Since last I held that hand in mine
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena
Though mine beat faster far than thine
A hundred months...'twas flowery May
When up the hilly slope we climbed
To watch the dying of the day
And hear the distant church bells chime.

We loved each other then, Lorena
More than we ever dared to tell
And what we might have been, Lorena
Had but our loving prospered well
But then, 'tis past, the years have gone
I'll not call up their shadowy forms
I'll say to them, "Lost years, sleep on
Sleep on, nor heed life's pelting storms."

The story of the past, Lorena
Alas! I care not to repeat
The hopes that could not last, Lorena
They lived, but only lived to cheat
I would not cause e'en one regret
To rankle in your bosom now
"For if we try we may forget"
Were words of thine long years ago.

Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena
They are within my memory yet
They touched some tender chords, Lorena
Which thrill and tremble with regret
'Twas not the woman's heart which spoke
Thy heart was always true to me
A duty stern and piercing broke
The tie which linked my soul with thee.

It matters little now, Lorena
The past is in the eternal past
Our hearts will soon lie low, Lorena
Life's tide is ebbing out so fast
There is a future, oh, thank God!
Of life this is so small a part
'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod
But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart.

Reverend H.D.L. Webster

As on Songs of the Civil War

Ah, May the Red Rose Live Always!

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Chorus:
Ah!may the red rose live always,
To smile upon earth and sky
Why should the beautiful ever weep?
Why should the beautiful die?

Lending a charm to every ray
That falls on her cheeks of light,
Giving the zephyr kiss for kiss,
And nursing the dewdrop bright

Chorus

Long may the daises dance the field,
Frolicking far and near!
Why should the innocent hide their heads
Why should the innocent fear?

Spreading their petals in mute delight
When morn in its radiance breaks,
Keeping a floral festival
Till the night-loving primrose wakes

Chorus

Lulled be the dirge in the cypress bough,
That tells of departed flowers
Ah! that the butterfly's gilded wing
Fluttered in evergreen bowers

Sad in my heart for the blighted plants
It's pleasures are just as brief
They bloom at the young year's joyful call,
And fade with teh autumn leaf

Chorus

Stephen Foster

As on Beautiful Dreamer - The Songs of Stephen Foster

Faded Coat of Blue

2007-08-12T12:41:00.000-07:00

My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue.
In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true.
He sank faint and hungry among the famished brave,
And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave.

CHORUS: No more the bugle calls the weary one.
Rest, noble spirit, in thy grave unknown.
I'll find you and know you among the good and true
When a robe of white is given for the faded coat of blue.

He cried, "Give me water and just a little crumb,
And my mother she will bless you for all the years to come.
Please tell me sweet sister so gentle, good, and true
That I'll meet her up in heaven in my faded coat of blue."--CHORUS

He said, "My dear comrades, you cannot take me home,
But you'll mark my grave for mother, she'll find me if she comes,
I fear that she'll not know me among the good and true
When I meet her up in Heaven in my faded coat of blue.--CHORUS

No dear one was nigh him to close his mild blue eyes
No gentle voice was by him to give him sweet replies
No stone marks the lonely sod on a lad so brave and true
In a lonely grave he's sleeping in his faded coat of blue--CHORUS

Long, long years have passed, and though he comes no more,
Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door.
I gaze o'er the hill where he waved his last adieu,
But no gallant lad I see in his faded coat of blue.--CHORUS

Over There - Songs From America's Wars

How Should a King Come

2007-08-12T12:27:00.000-07:00

How should a King come.
Even a child knows the answer of course,
In a coach of gold with a pure white horse.
In the beautiful city in the prime of the day,
And the trumpets should cry and the crowds make way.
And the flags fly high in the morning sun,
And the people all cheer for the sovereign one.
And everyone knows that's the way that it's done.
That's the way that a King should come.

How should a King come.
Even a commoner understands,
He should come for His treasures,
And His houses and lands.
He should dine upon summer strawberries and milk,
And sleep upon bedclothes of satin and silk.
And high on a hill His castle should glow,
With the lights of the city like jewels below.
And everyone knows that's the way that it's done,
That's the way that a King should come.

How should a King come.
On a star filled night into Bethlehem,
Rode a weary woman and a worried man.
And the only sound in the cobblestone street,
Was the shuffle and the ring of their donkey's feet.
And a King lay hid in a virgin's womb,
And there were no crowds to see Him come.
At last in a barn in a manger of hay,
He came and God incarnate lay.

And the angels cried "glory glory to God".
Earth was silent so heaven rang,
"Glory glory to God."
Men were dumb so the angels sang,
"Glory glory to God
Peace on earth good will to men,
Glory glory to God".
Christ is born in Bethlehem,
"Glory glory to God.
Glory in the highest,
Glory to God.
Glory in the highest,
Glory to God".

Carol Owens Jimmy Owens

Found on Spirit of Christmas

In The Gloaming

2007-08-09T09:53:00.000-07:00

In the gloaming, oh my darling
When the lights are soft and low
And the quiet shadows falling
Softly come and softly go

When the trees are sobbing faintly
With a gentle unknown woe
Will you think of me and love me
As you did once long ago?

In the gloaming, oh my darling
Think not bitterly of me
Though I passed away in silence
Left you lonely, set you free

For my heart was tossed with longing
What had been could never be
It was best to leave you thus dear
Best for you and best for me

In the gloaming, oh my darling
When the lights are soft and low
Will you think of me and love me
As you did once long ago

As on More Songs My Father Taught Me