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Posted By: Jim Dixon
11-Dec-11 - 11:46 PM
Thread Name: Tune Req: Just Behind the Times (Charles K Harris)
Subject: Lyr Add: JUST BEHIND THE TIMES (Charles K Harris)
I couldn't find the sheet music, but WorldCat.org gives this description:

JUST BEHIND THE TIMES
Chas K Harris
New York : Chas. K. Harris, ©1896.
First line of verse: A party of young village people
First line of chorus: Behind the times so they told him

Then I found these lyrics in Chas. K. Harris' Complete Songster: Containing One Hundred and Fifty Latest Popular Songs by Charles Kassell Harris (Chicago: Frederick J. Drake & Co., 1903), page 71:


JUST BEHIND THE TIMES
The music of this song can be obtained from Charles K. Harris, Music Publisher, 31 W. 31st St., New York City. Send for catalogue.

1. A party of young village people, gathered in their little church,
A meeting of importance there to hold;
They then decided that their minister, although they loved him well,
He must resign, for he was growing old.
They sent to him this message; he read it through and through,
While burning tears fell on the cruel lines;
For it was written in that message that his sermons were too dry,
It also read, "You're just behind the times."

CHORUS: Behind the times so they told him; he's just behind the times,
His voice has lost its sweetness, like bells that no more chime,
He cannot hold their attention; he falters o'er his lines,
His power has gone, though few will mourn; for he's just behind the times.

2. On Sunday morn the church was crowded; for 'twas rumored 'round the town,
A younger minister was going to preach;
And in that same old dusty pulpit where the old man reigned for years,
Another man had come his flock to teach;
He spoke of love and politics; he spoke of fashion too,
Of sights he'd seen in many different climes.
The old man sat alone and listened; then he sadly shook his head,
"I guess they're right, I am behind the times."

3. And so at last the sermon ended; and the old man slowly rose,
"Just let me say a few words ere you go;"
Then slowly up the aisle he staggered to his pulpit as of yore,
With trembling limbs and face as white as snow:
"I've buried all your loved ones; I've wept beside their graves;
I've shared your joys and sorrows many times."
Just then he gave a start for his poor heart had broken from its pain;
His last words were, "I am behind the times."