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Angel

Remember when we were young
Our hearts were full of song
Now we’re growing old
Our story all but told
And we remember when we were young

Rambling we used to go
In the sunshine, wind, rain or snow
Rambling we’ll go no more
Old age is at our door
And we remember when we were young

Now I am alone
I sit beside the phone
Waiting for it to ring
From my Angel on the wing
Remembering when we were young

My cup it is half full
My eyes growing dull
I awake each day with the lark
To a world that grows ever dark
And remember when we were young

My time is almost come
My journey nearly run
Till then I’ll sit here and sing
To my Angel on the wing
When I hear my Angel song
See the light grow bright and strong
Remembering when we were young
Do you remember when we were young?
I remember when we were young

Erin Isla

A tune for my first granddaughter.

Gazing

The other night I lay gazing
The purple heather for my bed
Millions of stars were shining
In the dark sky overhead
I saw one fall from the darkness
I made a wish as it is said
I realized as I lay there
My wish and star now were dead
So if you catch a falling star
Don’t ever let it fade away
Keep it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day

Home

When home is not your home
But somewhere you had to flee
The place in your heart
When you’re a refugee
A place for a new start
When you’re a refugee

Standing by the quay
Watching out to sea
Longing for the place you call home
When you’re a refugee
Ravaged by war
The place you had to flee
Families torn apart
When you’re a refugee
The place of your birth
A no go zone for you
Families and friend dispersed
When you’re a refugee

When home is not your home
But somewhere you had to flee
The place in your heart
When you’re a refugee
A place for a new start

Childhood Scenes

As you travel on over the hill
Memories live with you still
Of your childhood scenes
Remembered in your dreams

See the jumbo rock ten feet tall
That’s really big when you’re small
Cycle the high tide line
For a take away fish supper fine
Jump over channels deep
Cut from sea washed turf in bare feet
In your childhood scenes
Remembered in your dreams

Tractor drive at harvest time
The weather not always kind
The flood waters floated the raft
Deliver the milk fore and aft
Learning the countryside ways
Why do cows always have girl names?
In your childhood dreams
Remembered in your dreams

Trampolining in the park
Stay there till way after dark
Drive around through the night
See the lights, they’re coloured bright
Hike o’er to Red Bank Mere
Refresh with nettle beer
In your childhood scenes
Remembered in your dreams

As you travel on over the hill
Memories live with you still
Of your childhood scenes
Remembered in your dreams

Billy – WEH

The old man told a story from his younger days
How his schooling it was curtailed
The boy became a man
Charming and quite dapper the photos do reveal
Gliding round the ballroom his eyes saw only one
Where have you been all my days’ darling Billy?
Where have you been all my days Billy boy?

Poland was invaded the second war did call
To serve his king and country the young man left the shore
For Burma and the Far East to fight the forgotten war
At Imphal and Kohima the young man saw it all
His star kept on shining and safely home was brought
To marry his dear sweetheart, Mary Celia Dunne
What did war do you darling Billy?
What did war do to you my Billy boy?

He served his time apprentice into the printing trade
He put away his dance shoes a family for to raise
Time passed so quickly the family all have grown
Homes, jobs, sweethearts, pathways of their own
What will you do all the day darling Billy?
What will you do all the day Billy boy?

As we said our goodbyes remembering what had gone
Football, bowls, Dahlias, holidays having fun
The photographs and memories they will linger on
He’s gone but not forgotten, farewell dear old man
What’ll we do all the days darling Billy?
What’ll we do all the day Billy boy?

Outside – Inside – Outside

Alone in crowded room
Singing a different tune
Outside looking in
Inside looking out

Watching through the window
Envy the family glow
Outside looking in
Inside looking out

Conversation all around
Your voice not a sound
Outside looking in
Inside looking out

Exile in your own town
Unseen, unheard, invisible clown
Outside looking in
Inside looking out

Maypole Dance

Springtime in merry England
Dust down your pole of Oak
With coloured ribbons and garlands
Go do the Maypole dance

Plant your sturdy pole
Upon the village green
Practice your Morris tunes and steps
Make ready for the Maypole dance

Boy, girl, boy, girl
Hold those ribbons tight
Under and over, under and over
Weave those coloured patterns bright
Doing the Maypole dance

Maybe it’s a pagan thing?
Maybe the simple joy at Spring?
With coloured ribbons and garlands
Go do the Maypole dance

B B Blue

A tune for my second grandson, welcome.