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Lyr Add: There's None So Blind by David Nuttall |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: There's None So Blind by David Nuttall From: GUEST,David Nuttall Date: 05 Jun 24 - 05:15 AM Thank you , cnd . I tend to write stuff but rarely add a tune . This was submitted by MONOLOGUE JOHN BARTLEY who is well known for his spoken renditions in folk clubs and festivals.....try to look him up. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: There's None So Blind by David Nuttall From: cnd Date: 04 Jun 24 - 08:05 AM Excellent song, David, thanks for writing and sharing. What is the tune? When reading, my mind went to "Sink the Bismarck"... |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: There's None So Blind by David Nuttall From: GUEST,David Nuttall Date: 04 Jun 24 - 04:11 AM Thankyou to John , Raggytash and Ray !! |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: There's None So Blind by David Nuttall From: r.padgett Date: 04 Jun 24 - 03:41 AM Yes believe it or not I was there ~ brought me to tears reading and remembering this incident Ray |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: There's None So Blind by David Nuttall From: Raggytash Date: 03 Jun 24 - 07:33 PM Nice one David, I'll buy you a pint for that if we meet in Whitby in August. |
Subject: Lyr Add: There's None So Blind by David Nuttall From: Monologue John Date: 03 Jun 24 - 04:43 PM ' THERE'S NONE SO BLIND...... David Nuttall This is a true account which occurred in the Wickams Arms m Cleckheaton as a part of the Annual Folk Festival held in the town...Saturday afternoon. It was just another singaround In a crowded backroom bar . All those who wanted had a turn... Participants......no star !! The beer was flowing freely, Strains of banjo ...whistle too When a little lad was guided in... Just a child midst motley crew. He had a ruddy , radiant face Upright stance and curly hair. His father gently led him in To the centre standing there. You knew that he was special.. His father by his side. He announced that Sian would like to sing And his parents glowed with pride. The company was gently hushed While Sian stared straight ahead. His father reassured him Then not a word was said. His Irish brogue it wrent the air. His confidence it grew. He sang his song with feeling... But no vision as we knew. He probably had never seen Mourne's mountains...soft , sun-kissed Or Molly Malone in Dublin town Coney Island swathed in mist. Or fishing boats on Strangford Loch, Sunsets on Galway Bay But his words evoked such feeling His song did much convey. Or salmon running from the sea Left no memory in his mind. The shingle shift of Dingle Beach To imaginings confined. But less of visual images... These were not his father's goal But more of growing confidence And singing from the soul. When his lovely song was over The lad he smiled to thank The company assembled there For listening as they drank. And as the lad was led away It was obvious that he Without his sight......saw clearly Maybe blind.....but HE could see. |
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