Time it was and what a time ... (songs about time)

Subject: Lyr Add: WE NEVER RODE THE JUDITHS (Wallace McRae)
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:26 PM

WE NEVER RODE THE JUDITHS
For Ian Tyson

We never rode the Judiths when we were grey-wolf wild.
Never gathered Powder River, Palo Duro, or John Day.
No, we never rode the Judiths when their sirens preened and smiled.
And we'll never ride the Judiths before they carry us away.

Cowboys cut for sign on back trails to the days that used to be
Sorting, sifting through chilled ashes of the past.
Or focused on some distant star, out near eternity,
Always hoping that the next day will be better than the last.

Out somewhere in the future, where spring grass is growing tall,
We rosin up our hopes for bigger country, better pay.
But as the buckers on our buckles grow smooth-mouthed or trip and fall
We know tomorrow's draw ain't gonna throw no gifts our way.

And we never rode the Judiths when we were grey-wolf bold.
Never rode the Grande Ronde Canyon out north of Enterprise.
No we never rode the Judiths, and we know we're getting old
As old trails grow steeper, longer, right before our eyes.

My horses all are twenty-some. ..ain't no good ones coming on.
The deejays and the Nashville hands won't let "... Amazed" turn gold.
We're inclined to savor evening now. We usta favor dawn.
Seems we're not as scared of dyin' as we are of growing old.

I wish we'd a' rode the Judiths when we were grey-wolf wild.
And gathered Powder River, Palo Duro, and John Day.
But we never rode the Judiths when their sirens' songs beguiled
And we'll never ride the Judiths before they carry us away.

                                                   -Wallace McRae

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: GUEST,hedd wyn
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:15 PM

its the crossroads of time
the crossroads of time

graham bond

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Bill D
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 09:43 AM

Herons. Sunset.
Withered Aster.
Premonitions of disaster.
Dark clouds racing.
Silent moon - trying not to rise too soon.
Last goose flying.
Leafless tree.
Once more, November has to be.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: DMcG
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:57 AM

But its nearly over now,
And now I'm easy.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Morticia
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:46 AM

Autumn leaves, that jewel the ground
They know the art of dying
And leave with joy their sad gold hearts
In silver shadows lying

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 03:52 AM

When the white eagle of the North is flying overhead,
And the browns, reds and golds of Autumn lie in the gutter dead.
Remember then the Summer birds, with wings of fire flaying,
Come to witness Springs new hope, born of leaves decaying.
As new life will come from death, love will come at leisure,
Love of love, love of life and giving without measure,
Gives in return a wondrous yearn for a promise almost seen.
Live hand in hand and together we'll stand....
On the threshold of a dream.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Elmer Fudd
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 03:02 AM

And I am not alone while my love is near me
I know it will be so until it's time to go
So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again
I have no fear of time
For who knows how my love grows?
And who knows where the time goes?

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 02:31 AM

Autumn Gold

No summer songs, it's getting late,
The shortened days have sealed your fate.
The mists rise,
Cloud your eyes.
You've lost the prize, but wait.....

Autumn gold, the story's in the telling, not yet told.
Autumn gold, the wind blows chill, but not yet cold,
Autumn gold, not young, but not yet old.

A glass half empty, or half to fill?
You're over the worst, or you're over the hill.
The end on the line?
You've had your time.
Past your prime, but still.....

Autumn gold, the story's in the telling, not yet told.
Autumn gold, the wind blows chill, but not yet cold,
Autumn gold, not young, but not yet old.

No magic, no miracle cures,
The leaves fall, but the tree endures.
A few branches gone,
But the heartwood's strong.
Life goes on, 'cos' you're.....

Autumn gold, the story's in the telling, not yet told.
Autumn gold, the wind blows chill, but not yet cold,
Autumn gold, not young, but not yet old.

Roger Gall 1996

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: John O'L
Date: 24 Jun 06 - 12:37 AM

One day I look around and he's pushin' eighty
With brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like that old man?

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: frogprince
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:58 PM

Ya know, that old trees just grow stronger/And old rivers grow wilder every day/Old people just grow lonesome/Waiting for someone to say/Hello in there/Hello.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Alba
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:49 PM

Well somethings lost, but somethings gained
In living every day.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:34 PM

In a dimly lit room by the smouldering fire
Sat an old man so lonely so sad and so tired
Once he struggled for freedom, now he struggles to live
With his few small possessions and his past to relive....

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: frogprince
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:27 PM

For every thing, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
And a time for every purpose, under heaven.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Janie
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:13 PM

(Bill D. J. Alfred has my vote for one of the top 5 poems ever written)

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Janie
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 10:10 PM

In a tarpaper shack
Down the road, across the track
Stands an old used up man tryin' to recall somethin' back.
But his old mem'ries fade
Like the city in the haze
And his days have flown together like the rain.

                   Twisted Laurel--Tommy Thompson

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: catspaw49
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 06:38 PM

Dammit Roger..........No matter how much we have and will continue to disagree, I have always said and stated openly that your poetry is often exquisite and insightful...and many times quite touching. The above is simply beautiful and touches feelings deep within.

Thank you for that post, even if you don't like posts like these that are agreement/praise things that "add nothing to the thread." (;<))

Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Bill D
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 06:32 PM

I grow old, I grow old
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled-
Do I dare to eat a peach"

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 06:22 PM

Those were the days, my friends, we thought they'd never end,
We'd sing and dance forever and a day,
We'd lead the life we choose, we'd fight and never lose,
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: catspaw49
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 06:22 PM

It is the evening of the day
I sit and watch the children play
Doin' things I used to do, they think are new
I sit and watch as tears go by

Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 06:09 PM

But I'm sick now, my days are over...

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: The Shambles
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 05:55 AM

Youth Is Wasted On The Young by The Shambles

If the truth be told,
Experience is wasted on the old
And youth is wasted on the young

When you have your youth
You have no finer weapon than the truth
And you wield it like a sword
When youth is gone
You need all your strengh just to go on
And the truth now cuts you to the bone

If the truth be told,
Experience is wasted on the old
And youth is wasted on the young

Which one is right
The one certain, keen and ready for the fight?
Or the one, unsure, who knows the price to pay
Who are the fools
The ones who want to change all the rules?
Or the ones, who have changed them once before?

If the truth be told,
Experience is wasted on the old
And youth is wasted on the young

Roger Gall 1997

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 02:51 AM

A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Metchosin
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 01:43 AM

And the things you can't remember
Tell the things you can't forget
That history puts a saint in every dream

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: John O'L
Date: 23 Jun 06 - 01:23 AM

I wonder if it's too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: bobad
Date: 22 Jun 06 - 11:30 PM

Ah but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now

Subject: RE: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: Rapparee
Date: 22 Jun 06 - 11:25 PM

...Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

Subject: BS: Time it was, and what a time it was
From: number 6
Date: 22 Jun 06 - 11:19 PM

Time it was and what a time it was it was,
A time of innocence a time of confidences.
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you

Bookends Theme by Paul Simon

... and what a time it was.

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