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The Tear Jerker Thread (songs)
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Subject: Lyr Add: WIND THAT SHAKES THE CORN (R D Joyce) From: Cruiser Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:11 PM Robert D. Joyce, 1830-1883 Wind that Shakes the Corn I sat within the valley green I sat with my true love My sad heart had to choose between Old Ireland and my love I looked at her and then I thought How Ireland was torn While soft the wind blew down the glen And shook the golden corn T'was hard the woeful words to bring To break the ties that bound But harder still to bear the shame Of English chains around And so I said, the mountain glen I'll seek in early morn And join the brave united men While soft winds shook the corn While sad I kissed away her tears My fond arms round her clung A British shot burst in our ears From out of the wild woods round One bullet pierced my true love's side A rose pierced by a thorn And in my arms in blood she died While soft winds shook the corn So blood for blood without remorse I've taken in the glen I placed my true love's "clay-cold" corpse I joined true Irish men But around her grave I wander drear Sometimes in early morn And with breaking heart sometimes I hear The wind that shakes the corn |
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Subject: Lyr Add: I'VE JUST TOLD MAMA GOODBYE From: Cruiser Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:00 PM I've Just Told Mama Goodbye Recorded by hank williams, sr. Words and music by curley kinsey and sunshine slim sweet [d] Each year on [a7] mothers [d] day The rose I [g] wore was [d] red But [g] today Im saying [d] my first prayer Mamas lying on her [a7] dying [d] bed. [d] Ive just told [a7] mama good-[d] bye Mothers day has [g] turned to [d] night Like the [g] flowers in may, she [d] withered away And my red rose is [a7] turning [d] white. This is the dreaded hour We all must face someday Yet theres consolation in my heart She will bloom in the masters bouquet. Her time has come to go And theres nothing I can do Only hold her hand and say goodbye Mamas day with her children is through. Ive just told mama goodbye And knelt beside her bed I heard her say, Ill meet you someday, Where the white roses turn to red. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: pdq Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:24 PM Paul Clayton wrote and performed a companion song (to "Faded Coats Of Blue") called "Uniforms Of Grey", I but do not know where you can find a copy. Not a tear-jerker, just a good song. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Scoville Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:15 PM No, I do much better with "Vacant Chair". Mostly, I'm immune to Victorian schmaltz, but "Faded Coat" gets me every time. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Peace Date: 22 Jan 07 - 08:26 PM "I'm sure those of you who have ever put a beloved pet down will understand." Oh, yeah. If I was wearing mascara you'da ruined it. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THESE DAYS (Jackson Browne) From: GUEST Date: 22 Jan 07 - 08:26 PM These Days - Jackson Browne (the acoustic version for *tradheads*) Well Ive been out walking I don't do that much talking these days These days-- These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do For you And all the times I had the chance to And I had a lover Its so hard to risk another these days These days-- Now if I seem to be afraid To live the life I have made in song Well its just that Ive been losing so long Ill keep on moving Things are bound to be improving these days These days-- These days I sit on corner stones And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend Dont confront me with my failures I had not forgotten them |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: SINSULL Date: 22 Jan 07 - 08:23 PM Just Before The Battle Mother Lorena Rocking Alone In An Old Rocking Chair |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WRECK ON THE HIGHWAY From: pdq Date: 22 Jan 07 - 07:39 PM Wreck on the Highway Who did you say it was brother? Who was it fell by the way? When whiskey and blood run together Did you hear anyone pray? Chorus: I didn't hear nobody pray, dear brother I didn't hear nobody pray I heard the crash on the highway But, I didn't hear nobody pray. When I heard the crash on the highway I knew what it was from the start I went to the scene of destruction And a picture was stamped on my heart. There was whiskey and blood all together Mixed with glass where they lay Death played her hand in destruction But I didn't hear nobody pray. I wish I could change this sad story That I am now telling you But there is no way I can change it For somebody's life is now through. Their soul has been called by the Master They died in a crash on the way And I heard the groans of the dying But, I didn't hear nobody pray. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: bobad Date: 22 Jan 07 - 07:39 PM These lyrics from Bill Morrissey's song "These Cold Fingers" got my wife to bawling the first time we heard it : The dog can't move no more, surprised he made it 'till the spring His pain won't go away and the pills don't do a thing You've known that old hound dog longer than you've known any of your friends And no matter how you let him down he'd always take you back again So it's one tall glass of whiskey, one last drink for old times' sake The dog just lays in bed and watches every move you make Wrap him in his blanket, hold him once more close to you Lead him out behind the barn with a borrowed .22 Just typing the words out are bringing tears to my eyes. I'm sure those of you who have ever put a beloved pet down will understand. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYES From: Slag Date: 22 Jan 07 - 07:16 PM A few I grew up with were "Tennesee Waltz" which has been amply discussed here above the line. Another is: Beautiful Brown Eyes (if memory serves me correctly) Beautiful, beautiful Brown Eyes Beautiful, beautiful Brown Eyes I'l never love Blue Eyes again. Willie, my darling I love you, Love you with all my heart. Oh tomorrow we might have been married But ramblin' has captured your heart. (chorus) Down through the barroom he staggered Then fell there upon the floor. The very last words that he uttered "I'll never see Brown Eyes no more. (chorus) I'm sure there were more verses but that means I'd have to look them up! Another was "Wreck on the Highway" repleat with heart wrenching details "Who did you say it was, Brother?" and the haunting refrain "But I didn't hear nobody pray!" And "Pennsylvannia Pal" about a cowboy gone to Round-up with a promise in a letter to come back to his Pennsylvannia Pal and marry her after the Round-up. Needless to say, she's still waiting. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: GHOST IN THIS HOUSE (Hugh Prestwood) From: John Hardly Date: 22 Jan 07 - 07:05 PM GHOST IN THIS HOUSE -Hugh Prestwood I don't pick up the mail I don't pick up the phone I don't answer the door I'd just as soon be alone I don't keep this place up I just keep the lights down I don't live in these rooms I just rattle around I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a shadow upon these walls As quietly as a mouse I haunt these halls I'm just a whisper of smoke I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire That once burned out of control You took my body and soul I'm just a ghost in this house I don't care if it rains I don't care if it's clear I don't mind staying in There's another ghost here He sits down in your chair And he shines with your light And he lays down his head On your pillow at night I'm just a ghost in this house I'm just a shadow upon these walls I'm living proof of the damage Heartbreak does I'm just a whisper of smoke I'm all that's left of two hearts on fire That once burned out of control And took my body and soul I'm just a ghost in this house Oh, I'm just a ghost in this house |
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Subject: Lyr Add: EMPTY HEARTS (MacDonald/Johnson) From: John Hardly Date: 22 Jan 07 - 06:59 PM Empty Hearts -M. MacDonald, M. Johnson Are you leaving, are you going? Did you think you could lose that feeling Without me knowing? printable copy of the lyrics to Empty Hearts Are you wishing you'd never met me? Does it take some train whistle blowing To forget me? All the losing And the knowing that you love her still Could be nothing to what empty hearts must feel Tell me what an empty heart must feel Are you leaving, are you going? Did you think you could lose that feeling Without me knowing? All the losing And the knowing that you love her still Could be nothing to what empty hearts must feel Tell me what an empty heart must feel |
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Subject: Lyr Add: YOUR MOTHER STILL PRAYS FOR YOU JACK From: pdq Date: 22 Jan 07 - 06:32 PM This one is courtesy of The Carter Family: YOUR MOTHER STILL PRAYS FOR YOU JACK The night was dark and stormy The wind was howling wild As an aged mother gazed upon The portrait of her child As she gazed on the babs features That once filled her heart with joy Hs now in this wild world roaming That mothes long lost boy Chorus: Your mother still prays for you, Jack Your mother still prays for you In a home far over the ocean Your mother still prays for you At last there came a letter It was deeply edged in black From a comrade long forgotten Who still remembered Jack They have lain your dear old mother In a grave so dark and cold And she wants her boy who is roaming To meet her on the streets of gold His stony heart was broken As he thought of his mother dear And in spite of his comrades laughing He could not keep back his tears In spite of the great tempolations That once filled his heart with tears So he started for Heaven that evening As sweetly the people did sing |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Bill D Date: 22 Jan 07 - 05:25 PM If "Faded Coat of Blue" moves you, try "The Vacant Chair" |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Scoville Date: 22 Jan 07 - 03:33 PM Must confess I've never made it through "Faded Coat of Blue" without choking up. Embarrassing because I'm not the kind of person who cries at movies, weddings, or, ordinarily, at songs. My mother used to play her record of "Three Stars" over and over after the Buddy Holly/Big Bopper/Ritchie Valens crash in 1959. She's also got a weakness for "Darcy Farrow". |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: kendall Date: 22 Jan 07 - 03:05 PM David has written many songs that get to me. The Old blue ox Phil Brown And, how about "Jeanne's afraid of the dark"? If that one doesn't tear you up, you aint human. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Stilly River Sage Date: 22 Jan 07 - 03:01 PM Marje and Scrump, I think you've missed the nuance in this thread. Perhaps you're taking it too seriously? There is a category of blatant sentimentalism, of hyper-romantic poetry and songs that we indulge in occasionally. It's good to expose yourself to these kinds of emotions on your own terms, to shed a tear, and move on. The film equivalent would be (for example) based on a story by the British author James Hilton, Goodbye, Mr. Chips. SRS |
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Subject: Lyr Add: LIKE THIS (D Mallett) From: John Hardly Date: 22 Jan 07 - 02:30 PM Like This --D Mallett I wasn't supposed to be like this You always were the answer to my every wish Talking about forever with your hand in mine You and me together 'til the end of time And leavin' wasn't even on the list And it wasn't supposed to be like this You weren't supposed to fall apart I never even noticed when I broke your heart Guess I must be crazy standing out here in the cold I can't stand the thought of going home and growing old or living one more day without your kiss And it wasn't supposed to be like this I must be some kind of fool For this is all I know Once you've come so far for love (There) ain't nowhere else to go You weren't supposed to see me cry I didn't come prepared for such a sad good-bye I was thinking maybe we could start again (But) now I now that ain't how this story ends So I'll just turn and go if you insist But it wasn't supposed to be like this No, leaving wasn't even on the list And it wasn't supposed to be like this. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Alec Date: 22 Jan 07 - 02:14 PM I've just been out for Fish & Chips. While queueing I heard "Monday, Monday" on the radio. Brought a tear to my eye for an entirely different reason. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: SouthernCelt Date: 22 Jan 07 - 01:35 PM How about "Lydia" by Karen Poston (Slaid Cleaves sang it, not sure who else might have) or "Mama's Hand" (It was hard to let go of Mama's hand...) that dates back to the early 1950s or 60s written by a lady whose name escapes me at the moment. If you want sad but not really maudlin songs you have to look no further than Mudcat's own Jed Marum. "Mama's Lily" will tear your heart out and the fiddle music on "After the Dance," even without lyrics, is enough to sober up your mood so that the lyrics really hit home. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: kendall Date: 22 Jan 07 - 01:32 PM pdq, The Miners Lullaby is a different song. Sorry folks, I forgot that there was an old thread with this theme. Some of those old things were indeed over the top, but as Shakespere would say: The man who has no music in him Or is not moved by sweet concord of sound etc. Is fit for treason, strategems and spoils. The motion of his spirit is as dull as Erebus Let no such man be trusted. I don't recall the exact complete statement. For my part, I am moved by dog songs because I owe my life to one. It saved me from drowning. Later on a neighbor shot my dog, and I was too young to stop him. I make no apology for my soft spot; it helps to make me a well balanced person. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Bert Date: 22 Jan 07 - 01:26 PM Thanks Maggie. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: JeremyC Date: 22 Jan 07 - 01:26 PM Marje posted:It probably has plenty to do with cultural differences. Over here, people seem to be moved by some ridiculous shit (see the movie "Love Story" for an example--Harlan Ellison says that he was called a sicko for laughing at the sheer over-the-topness of the final death scene). I think that whether a song is moving tends to depend on the performance. You can sing a sad song ironically, or you can sing a humorous song sadly, and if you're successful, you'll bring something to the table (or stage, if you prefer) that's quite different from what was expected or intended. For me, I don't respond well to feeling like I'm being manipulated, but if the song looks and feels sincere (and this is mainly in the performance), it's moving. I can feel the same thing when I'm performing something, too--Martin Carthy said something once about a performance being an act of creation, where the song is coming into being between you and the audience, and I think that moment of birth, summoning, or awakening (however you prefer to think about it) is where the authenticity of the song and its ability to move becomes relevant. Before that, it's just a lifeless thing on a piece of paper. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: SINSULL Date: 22 Jan 07 - 01:09 PM Bruce - that is disgusting. Made me gag. ARRGGGHHHH! |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Marje Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:32 PM I'm with Scrump on this one: I might be reduced to tears, but for all the wrong reasons. I'd call it more of a "Pass the Sick Bucket" thread. Are we looking at a UK/US split here? My gut feeling is that USians have much more of a taste for sentimentality than the Brits do. Don't get me wrong, I'm often moved to tears by music and songs, but not the kind of schmalz that's laid on with a trowel and then has honey poured over it and a cherry stuck on the top. I'd be interested to know whether others think it's more to do with national cultural preferences or simply individual taste and temperament. Marje |
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Subject: Lyr Add: DREAM OF A MINER'S CHILD (Vernon Dalhart) From: pdq Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:30 PM There was a mention of "Miner's Child" or "Miner's Dream". Is this the one? It sometimes is credited to Ralph Stanley, but it goes back at least to Bradley Kincaid in the 1930s, probably is older than that. DREAM OF A MINER'S CHILD As recorded by Vernon Dalhart, 1926. A miner was leaving his home for his work. He heard his little child scream. He went to the side of the little girl's bed. "Oh, Daddy, I've had such a dream. CHORUS: "Oh, Daddy, don't work in the mines today, For dreams have so often come true. Oh, Daddy, my Daddy, please don't go away. I never could live without you. "I dreamed that the mines were all seething with fire. The men all fought for their lives. Just then the scene changed and the mouth of the mines Were covered with sweethearts and wives." Her daddy then smiling and stroking her face Was turning away from her side, But throwing her small arms around daddy's neck She gave him a kiss and then cried: "Go down to the village and tell your dear friends: As sure as the bright stars do shine, There's something that's going to happen today. Oh, daddy, don't go to the mine." CHORUS |
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Subject: Lyr Add: DO YOU THINK I DO NOT KNOW (Henry Lawson) From: Captain Ginger Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:21 PM Henry Lawson was a great one for schmaltz - Do You Think I Do Not Know is a classic of its kind: They say that I never have written of love As a writer of songs should do. They say that I never could touch the strings With a touch that is firm and true. They say I know nothing of women and men In the fields where love's roses grow. I must write, they say, with a halting pen; Do you think I do not know? My love burst came like an English spring In the days when our hair was brown. And the hem of her skirt was a sacred thing, Her hair was an angel's crown. The shock when another man touched her arm Where the dancers sat in a row, The hope and despair and the false alarm; Do you think I do not know? By the arbour lights on the western farm, You remember the question put. While you held her warm in your quivering arms, You trembled from head to foot. The electric shock from her fingertips, The murmuring answer low, The soft shy yielding of warm red lips; Do you think I do not know? She was buried at Brighton, where Gordon sleeps, When I was a world away. And the sad old garden its secret keeps, For nobody knows today. She left a message for me to read Where the wild, wide oceans flow; Do you know how the heart of a man can bleed? Do you think I do not know? I stood by the grave where the dead girl lies When the sunlit scene was fair. 'Neath the white clouds high in the autumn skies I answered the message there. But the haunting words of the dead to me, She'll go wherever I go, She lives in the marriage that might have been; Do you think I do not know? |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Bill D Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:17 PM " "Little Joe" is a bit too lively to qualify as a real tear-jerker for me. The words are sad, but the tempo (at least in all the versions I've heard, my own included) is just a bit too upbeat." *smile*..well, don't worry, Bee-dub....**I** don't do it lively. I got the basic tune & words from Norman, but I play it on the autoharp and give it the tone it deserves. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: I STILL CAN'T SAY GOODBYE (Chet Atkins) From: Wesley S Date: 22 Jan 07 - 12:07 PM "I Still Can't Say Goodbye" - by Chet Atkins http://www.knopfler.net/mp3/chet.mp3 Spoken introduction: "You know, every time I look in the mirror I see my Dad. I think that's why this song means so much to me." When I was young, my Dad would say: Come on, son, let's go out and play Sometimes it seems like yesterday. And I'd climb up the closet shelf when I was all by myself Grab his hat and fix the brim, pretending I was him No matter how hard I try No matter how many tears I cry No matter how many years go by I still can't say good-bye He always took care of mom and me. We all cut down a Christmas tree He always had some time for me. Wind blows through the trees, street lights, they still shine bright Most things are the same but I miss my Dad tonight I walked by a Salvation Army store Saw a hat like my daddy wore Tried it on when I walked in, Still trying to be like him No matter how hard I try No matter how many years go by No matter how many tears I cry I still can't say good-bye |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BASTARD OF THE COUNTY (parody of K Rogers From: GUEST,Bruce Michael Baillie Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:43 AM This one will bring more than tears to your eyes! Many years ago there used to be a Folk Club at a pub in Huddersfield, West Yorkshire. called the 'County Bar', I once had an argument there with one of the barmen who tried to give me £5 change for a £10 note... ...after I wrote this parody to Kenny Rogers 'Coward of the County the bastard never tried it again!! Everyone considered him the Bastard of the County, of all the barmen in the pub, he was the nasty one, his mom had named him 'Billy' but the folks all called him 'Shithead', and as he worked behind the bar he'd sing this little song! CHORUS: "I promise to do all the things I shouldn't do, I'll walk right into trouble if I can! I've got such a bloody cheek, I like to pick on them that's week, and if everything goes off as I have planned, I'll end up with your change left in me hand!" One day a poor old tramp came in with not a penny on him, half dead from exhaustion well he staggered to the bar, "Oh for Christs sake give us a packet o' crisps and a pint o' Brown & Bitter! ...I've not eaten since last Friday, and it's nearly thursday now!" As Billy listened to the tramp his mind was ticking over, he'd make this poor old worn out guy look like a right buffoon! he says, "OK then Grandad well I'll do just as you ask me! If you can drink one mouthful, from that dirty old spittoon!" Well the tramp he looked from Billy's face to the cuspidore a-standing, all green and slimy on the floor, it was brim full to the top! and the tears streamed down his tired old face and the pangs of hunger stabbed him, and Billy's voice came to him, "Go on Lad, just a drop!" He was centre of attention, all eyes were fast upon him, as he picked it up with trembling hands and put it to his lips! then as he gurgled softly all the customers stared leaving, ...and a workman in the corner, brought back his fish 'n' chips! "Look stoppit now!" says Billy, "This jokes gone far enough like! me customers are leaving, look here, don't be such a chump!" but the strain showed on the tramps face as these words he tried to gurgle... "...I'M SORRY LAD, I JUST CAN'T STOP, IT'S ALL IN ONE BIG LUMP!" Well Billy's face contorted as he dashed off to the bathroom, he wasn't holdin' nothing back, he got rid of it all! when he came back to the bar room well the carpet was all textured! and the tramp had buggered off wi' t'Till, and he'd left this little note... and it said! LAST CHORUS: "I promised to chew, everything you told me to! I got in there and I sucked it like a man! ...now I'll cut such a dash, cos I've run off with yer cash! things didn't quite work out as you had planned, cos I ended up with YOUR change in my hand ...Who says Country & Western can't be fun! |
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Subject: Lyr Add: MY LIFE (Phil Ochs) From: JeremyC Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:12 AM This one really got me the other day: My Life I think knowing his earlier songs gave this one more impact, because you can see the idealism falling apart as his songwriting career progressed. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: MMario Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:10 AM Alaska Mike's 'First Kill' or Alan Foster's 'The Wolfhound' |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: SINSULL Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:08 AM I agree but it wasn't on the jukebox. Luke The Drifter aka Hank Williams performed a number of high drama songs which I have heard Kendall sing/recite: Too Many Parties And Too Many Pals A Picture From Life's Other Side Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw Wonderful stuff and not meant as a joke but more as life lessons. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Alec Date: 22 Jan 07 - 11:01 AM Awwwww Thanks Kendall.Sinsull if you must use a Beatles track in that way "Revolution 9" is probably your best bet. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: JennyO Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:54 AM MWUHAHAHAHAHA HA HA! Nobody jerked a tear when I san Old Shep on New Years Eve Probably too busy watching Seamus - well he did sorta steal the show ;-) |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Scrump Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:40 AM Some of these songs are enough to move me to tears, but probably not for the reason the writers intended ;-) |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: SINSULL Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:36 AM JennyO is going to hell for that! We programmed a juke box to play Hey Jude 10x then left. heh heh I do: The Baggage Coach Ahead A Bird In A Gilded Cage and a number of Civil War sad songs. I prefer to think of them as high drama rather than tear jerkers. Nobody jerked a tear when I san Old Shep on New Years Eve. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: GUEST,Obie Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:36 AM See old thread: thread.cfm?threadid=20528 |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Stilly River Sage Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:26 AM Bert, I just wanted to acknowledge your daughter and grandchild's song. It landed in a thread where we're making much of over-the-top tearjerkers, but even if no one else noticed, I don't think any of us are dismissing truly broken hearts. Maggie (SRS) |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: GUEST,Obie Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:26 AM "Little Rosa" woukd bring a tear to a glass eye. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BURIAL OF WILD BILL (Crawford/Stoneman) From: Midchuck Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:11 AM I am, myself, especially partial to flowery Victorian eulogies for fallen heroes. They are especially fun when the hero in question was, in fact, a murderous sociopath, i. e.: THE BURIAL OF WILD BILL (from singing of Norman Blake) Lyrics: "Captain Jack" Crawford Melody: Ernest V. Stoneman Under the sod in the land of gold We have laid the fearless Bill; We called him wild, yet a little child Could bend his iron will. With a generous heart he freely gave To the poorly-clad unshod; Think of it, pards, of his noble traits, While you cover him with the sod. Under the sod in the Deadwood gulch We have laid his last remains. No more his manly form will hail The Red Man on the plains. And many a heartfelt sigh was heard As over the sward we trod, And many an eye was filled with tears As we covered him with the sod. We buried him 'neath the old pine tree In that little world of ours; His trusty rifle by his side, His grave all strewn with flowers; His manly form in sweet repose, That lovely silken hair; It was a sight we can't forget, That face so bright and fair. Under the sod in the prairie land We have laid the good and true; An honest heart and a noble man Has bade his last adieu. No more his silvery voice will ring; His spirit has gone to God; Around his faults let charity cling While we cover him with the sod. Peter. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: jacqui.c Date: 22 Jan 07 - 10:00 AM The Miners Lullabye. Ebony Eyes. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Beer Date: 22 Jan 07 - 09:57 AM Leadfingers, you must be a Harry Hibbs fan. Georgiansilver that a great song, do it all the time. Here are a few titles that I dig out when I'm in the mood. Frozen Charlotte Molly Bond How Will I Ever Be Simple Again Orphan Train Please Mommy Please Stay Home With Me Godspeed Billy the Bum Daughter of Mine Peter Emberley A Mother's Love is a Blessing Richman's Garden After the Ball is Over Silver Hair Daddy of Mine Gypsy Sally The Fields of Athenry Mary of The Wild Moor Makin Break Harbor Old Shep Missing in Action Dancing at Whitsun Oh hell, just about every war song and most Irish laments Beer (adrien) |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: kendall Date: 22 Jan 07 - 09:47 AM Alec, you think like I do! Beautiful! |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: kendall Date: 22 Jan 07 - 08:42 AM Slag, I think that was Red Sovine who did Giddy up go. Sad songs are what I grew up with but seldom do anymore. There is one that Slim Dusty did about an old drunk who traveled Australia with a stray dog as his only friend, it goes, ...in a coastal town while Gilbert drank away his cares, his old dog was impounded there and so, when they couldn't find its owner, the dog was put to sleep, and I guess it's best that Gilbert never knows. Then he goes searching for the dog and...then someone found him dead one day 'neath a table in a pub, with a collar and a chain clutched in his hand. If that wouldn't bring a tear to a glass eye, what would? |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HONEY (Bobby Goldsboro) From: JennyO Date: 22 Jan 07 - 08:24 AM Quick, somebody stop me before I post this......gaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!! Honey Bobby Goldsboro See the tree, how big it's grown but friend it hasn't been too long it wasn't big I laughed at her and she got mad, the first day that she planted, it, was just a twig Then the first snow came and she ran out to brush the snow away So it wouldn't die Came runnin' in all excited, slipped and almost hurt herself And I laughed till I cried She was always young at heart, kinda dumb and kinda smart and I loved her so Once I surprised her with a puppy Kept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago And it would sure embarrass her When I came in from workin' late 'cause I would know That she'd been sittin' there and cryin' Over some sad and silly late, late show And honey, I miss you and I'm bein' good And I'd love to be with you if only I could She wrecked the car and she was sad And so afraid that I'd be mad but what the heck Though I pretended hard to be Guess you could say she saw through me and hugged my neck I came home unexpectedly and caught her cryin' needlessly In the middle of a day And it was in the early Spring when flowers bloom and robins sing She went away And honey, I miss you and I'm bein' good And I'd love to be with you if only I could One day while I was not at home while she was there and all alone The angels came Now all I have is memories of Honey and I wake up nights and call her name Now my life's an empty stage where Honey lived and Honey played And love grew up And a small cloud passes overhead and cries down on the flower bed That Honey loved And see the tree how big it's grown but friend it hasn't been too long it wasn't big And I laughed at her and she got mad The first day that she planted it, was just a twig |
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Subject: Lyr Add: LONG BEFORE YOUR TIME From: Georgiansilver Date: 22 Jan 07 - 07:24 AM The one that comes to mind for me is:- Long before your time. You ask me why, I look so sad, on this bright Summer day, Or why the tears are in my eyes and I seem so far away. Well sit yourself beside me love and put your hand in mine, And I'll tell you of someone I loved, long long before your time. I'm sitting here and thinking of those days so long ago, When I was just a child like you, with a girl I used to know. Through fields of green we laughed and played and sang our merry rhyme Oh Summer days were warmer then, lon long before your time. Through childhood years our love did bloom till our hearts they beat as one. And we promised each, eternal love in the Church before the town. We settled in this little house, I was proud to call her mine, Oh we were young and happy then, long long before your time. One lovely year was all we had, until the sickness came, And stole the roses from her cheeks, my tears they fell like rain. For nine long months she carried you but in the end she died, She chose to go so you might liver, long long before your time. So you ask me why I look so sad, on this bright Summer day, Or why the tears are in my eyes and I seem so far away. It's just you seem a lot like her, when your eyes look into mine, And your smile is so much like her smile, long long before your time. It really freaks out my imagination....Father and young daughter....pulls at the heartstrings. |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: Liz the Squeak Date: 22 Jan 07 - 07:02 AM I've never found this a tear jerker, until now... can I correct please with local accent? A lie-dy was barfing her bye-by one nigh' The youngist ov ten, an' a poor litool mi'e The mmuvver was poor and the bye-by was fin 'Twas nowt bu' a skillington wrapped up in sking. I can't listen to Terry Jacks 'Seasons in the sun' without it getting me right there..... (gestures to stomach and makes vomiting motions...) LTS |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: ragdall Date: 22 Jan 07 - 06:57 AM HANG ON THE BELL, in the DT The scene was in the jailhouse, and if curfew rang that night The guy in number 13 cell would go out like a light. She knew her Dad was innocent, and so Poor Little Nell Has tied her tender torso to the clapper of the bell. cho: Oh, hang on the bell, Nelly, hang on the bell Your poor Daddy's locked in a cold prison cell. As you swing to the left, and you swing to the right Remember that curfew must never ring tonight. ... |
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Subject: RE: The Tear Jerker Thread From: ragdall Date: 22 Jan 07 - 06:50 AM LITTLE JOE THE WRANGLER, in the DT. |
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