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Thread #150945   Message #3519862
Posted By: Larry Kaplan
27-May-13 - 08:46 PM
Thread Name: 'Dear Friends/Gentle Hearts'--L. Kaplan
Subject: DT Corr: Dear Friends and Gentle Hearts (L.Kaplan)
Joe--thanks for asking. Just a few corrections as made below.I usually sing the last verse of Foster's "Hard Times Come Again No More" but took it out of this posting. In answer to your question on how to reach me, permission, etc...just send an email to "mysundayshoes@googlemail.com" or mail at PO Box 641, Essex, CT. 06426.

DEAR FRIENDS AND GENTLE HEARTS
(Larry Kaplan)

Down at Bellevue Hospital
Out on those nameless wards,
Tonight a young man passed away
Alone, without a word.
Brought there from a boarding house
On the Bowery downtown,
And on his bed a list of things
The nurses there had found.

A coat, a hat, his pants, a vest
And a beat-up pair of shoes,
And, in his pocket, signed by him
A dollar I.O.U.,
And a slip of folded paper
Torn off from a paper bag,
The first words of another song
The (this??) whole world might have had.

CHORUS:
"Dear friends and gentle hearts..."
Whatever (WHEREVER??) your last songs may be
Are they lost out in America
Between the centuries?
Are the melodies still waiting
For the ones who need to hear,
Though the piano halls and minstrel shows
Have faded through the years?

Well, the hospital had sent for me
But no more would they do,
My name and my address taken from
Poor Stephen's I.O.U.
They said "he's just a vagabond"
So many more like him.
They spend the last few cents they have
On poor man's rum and gin.

But hard times in America
Are hard times for us all,
Some folks bide for better days
Some must take the fall.
Some can turn to poetry
Or lose themselves in song,
Some set out to change the world,
Then lose the path they're on.

CHORUS:

So, yes, I know this gentleman
Perhaps you've heard the cheers
When Mr. Foster graced this country's
Finest halls for years.
And he led us in the choruses
This whole great nation knew
But he never recognized his worth
Or what his songs could do.

Now pride brought down by poverty
Is such a tragic thing.
No matter who the man may be
It steals most precious things.
It takes the faith to know yourself
It robs the will to try,
But, if it spares your poetry
The music never dies.

cho:

Words and music by Larry Kaplan
Copyright,c,1992, Hannah Lane Music,BMI
Recorded: 1993, "Worth All The Telling" Folk Legacy Records,Inc.
CD-122, Sharon, Ct.