Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Alan Bell: The Definitive Collection
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GUEST,henryp
Date: 04 Jul 22 - 01:06 AM
Corrections; IN MY HOMELAND (Alan Bell)
From the gold and sandy shore, to the wild and lonely MOOR
Where standing stones are pointing to the sky;
By a clear and pleasant stream, I paused to drink and dream,
Of good days in my homeland, by and by.
CHORUS
In my homeland, you've walked with me,
You have seen how we have lived through history;
In my homeland, I've talked with you,
Of our hopes and all our fears, of the happiness and tears,
We have shared them all the years, as people do.
The farmer knows the worth of the PLOUGHMAN turning earth,
For HE'LL SOW AND REAP to bring the harvest home;
While the shepherd in the hills, with his dogs close by his heels,
Tends sheep as they wander and they roam. CHORUS
Through the valleys o'er the plain, the river flushed with rain,
ROLLS on to meet the surging sea and tide;
Where the fishing boats and men put out to hunt again,
To catch the fish and feed the nation wide. CHORUS
You have listened to my tales, so we'll share some good real ale,
We have reminisced to share a joke and smile;
Now I'll never feel forlorn in this place where I was born,
I'll be happy in my homeland all the while. CHORUS
Noted from Alan Bell The Definitive Collection
Corrections THE BAND IN THE PARK (Alan Bell)
A young lad went courting one bright afternoon
So smart as he stepped into town;
His boots shone like glass and they creaked as he walked,
And he wore his flat cap like a crown.
In a row of terraced houses, each FRONT STEP so clean,
A young lass peeped through curtain lace;
When he turned 'round the corner, she reached for her coat,
A welcoming smile on her face.
CHORUS
For the band in the park played an old-fashioned waltz,
As they strolled through the GATES hand in hand;
And they laughed and they chatted TO the people they knew,
To the strains of their favoUrite brass band.
While the kids were so noisy as they swung on the swings,
Men played so quietly at BOWLS;
Old ladies looked on, or just dozed in the sun,
As the band played an old-fashioned waltz.
When they were married, they soon settled down
To a life that suited them both well,
Though times were so hard, and money was scarce,
He did best as he could with A WILL.
Then came all the children, two boys and a girl,
He said they were the light of his life;
And for a treat on a Sunday, if the weather was fine,
He'd step out once more with his wife.
CHORUS - For the band...
Then came the war, he was soon called away
To fight for his country and king;
He fought through the desert, and Italy's rain,
And learnt as a soldier to sing.
Of "Lili Marlene" and "The White Cliffs of Dover,"
And all of his mates, "Bless 'Em All";
But when he was lonely, with the letters from home,
There was only one time he'd recall.
CHORUS - When the band...
When it was finished, he laid down his gun,
Six years of his life had passed by;
His kids didn't know him, a stranger to them,
But his wife was so happy she cried.
He soon set about him to build a new life,
For that's what he'd fought for and won;
To watch o'er his children and give them a chance,
Yet as soon they had grown up and gone.
Now, too, he has passed on and his wife lives alone,
In the house where THEY'D started so POOR
His boots shine like glass, for she cleans them UP STILL
And his cap hangs behind the front door.
Her grandchildren cheer her whenever they call,
FOR she's happy to join in their games;
She keeps herself busy with the old people's club,
But somehow it's not quite the same.
CHORUS - When the band...
Noted from Alan Bell The Definitive Collection
Alan Bell The Minstrel has slightly different words
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