Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands

Subject: RE: Tommy Sands - Lyrics? Homepage?
From: Susanne (skw)
Date: 16 Jun 06 - 04:40 PM

Leipzig is ok, I live in Kiel. Email me at: skw at worldmusic dot de.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: And no-one has a picture of this man
From: GUEST,hugh
Date: 30 Mar 08 - 06:34 AM

Hello,
I'm looking for the lyrics of "And no-one has a picture of this man" by Tommy Sands. They'd be most appreciated.
Thank you, Hugh

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands
From: Susanne (skw)
Date: 30 Mar 08 - 08:17 AM

It's called The Man With The Cap and was written by Colum Sands.

Some more info from Colum's songbook:

[2000:] A song from the pace and place of growing up. Ryan Road, near Mayobridge in County Down. I had two or three different men in mind when I wrote this song and maybe, for all I know, there were a few others dancing around in there at the back of my memory as well. What I am sure of though is that one of those men was an uncle of mine, a great man who, as far as I can remember, never travelled more than about ten miles from home in his life. He took a big black bicycle with him at all times. I often watched him walking along beside it and came to the conclusion that he took his bicycle with him as much for company as for transport. It was a fine strong bicycle with the standard black bag behind the seat, (the exact size for carrying a loaf of bread), a three speed gear system, dynamo lighting and a decoy bicycle pump. The decoy punp, which wouldn't have blown up a paper bag, was there merely to confuse and perplex any would-be thieves, the "good" pump travelled safely and snugly in the inside pocked of my uncle's great coat. Sunday was the day when his bicycle was most likely to leave Burren and come purring along the Ryan Road before turning down the lane to our house. Uncle Patrick never came in through the door without a generous bagful of minutely detailed and hugely entertaining accounts of who and what he had encountered on his travels that day. His powers of observation taught me from an early age that a five-mile journey by bicycle could be more exciting and colourful than a journey of thee hundred miles by car or five thousand miles by plane. At the end of some of those plane journeys, I have found myself singing this song in many different countries and, wherever I go, people often say to me afterwards, "I knew a man just like the one you were singing about in that song." So, it would seem that there are many "men with caps" out there, each one with his own story to tell. This song is for all of them and I hope that someday it may help someone, somewhere to take the time to stop and listen to one of those stories. (Colum Sands, Between the Earth and the Sky 12)

Subject: Lyr Add: THE MAN WITH THE CAP (Colum Sands)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 02 Apr 08 - 12:13 AM

Copied from http://mysongbook.de/msb/songs/m/manwitht.html:

THE MAN WITH THE CAP
(Colum Sands)

They say he was the strangest man you'd ever want to meet.
He didn't like the towns at all and he kept to the quiet streets,
But mostly he was in the fields. he always wore a cap,
The same one for a Sunday as for briardin' up a gap.
And no one has a photo of this man.

No one seemed to know his plan.
He was lonely as a baby and as gentle as a child,
And it seems he often spoke of Oscar Wilde.

I mind we used to see him on the quiet summer nights
Standing by the roadside like a rabbit in the lights.
He'd never wave, just nod his head. he always wore a tie.
Some people said that he was odd. others said just shy.
And no one has a photo of this man

It seems he loved a girl one time but she must have gone away.
Perhaps he was too quiet or too different in his ways.
He never bothered after that, got careless with his looks,
Forgot to shave for seven years and took to reading books.
And no one has a photo of this man.

I saw him in the cornfield sowing with his hand.
He understood the weather and he understood the land.
He always wore what once had been a three-piece navy suit,
The same one for the sowing as for standing of the stooks.
And no one has a photo of this man.

They say he'd stand for hours gazing at the hills,
His bicycle beside him and both of them were still
As statues in the sunset. no one knew his mind,
But when he died, they said that he was kind.

We laid him down this morning. the rain was falling fast.
Those who thought they knew him were with him to the last.
The priest was sprinkling prayers and holy water in the rain,
And we said, "We'll hardly ever see the likes of him again."
And no one has a photo of this man.

No one has a photo of this man.

(as sung by Andy Irvine)

briardin' up - repairing

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands
From: GUEST,Laura
Date: 02 Jun 09 - 08:18 PM

Does anyone have the chords for County Down? Heard it in a great bar last night and fallen in love with the song :)

Subject: Lyr Add: KEG OF BRANDY (from Robbie O'Connell)
From: GUEST,Willy
Date: 27 Nov 09 - 12:29 PM

Was wondering if anyone has the chords to keg of brandy!! Here is the words if anyone is looking!!

        
Keg Of Brandy
        
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(Robbie O'Connell)
I'm always drunk and I'm seldom sober
I'm constant rovin' from town to town
Ah, but I'm old now, my sporting's over
So, Molly, a store, won't you lay me down

Just lay my head on a keg of brandy
It is my fancy, I do declare
For while I'm drinkin', I'm always thinkin'
On lovely Molly from the County Clare

For the ripest apple is the soonest rotten
And the warmest love is the soonest cold
And a young man's fancy is soon forgotten
So beware young maids and don't make so bold

Just lay my head on a keg of brandy
It is my fancy, I do declare
For while I'm drinkin', I'm always thinkin'
On lovely Molly from the County Clare

It's youth and folly makes young men marry
And makes them tarry a long, long day
What can't be cured, love, must be endured love
So farewell darling, I'm going away

Just lay my head on a keg of brandy
It is my fancy, I do declare
For while I'm drinkin', I'm always thinkin'
On lovely Molly from the County Clare

Subject: RE: Lyr Keg o brandy
From: GUEST,Ed
Date: 14 Feb 10 - 12:33 PM

I would really like to know the chords to Robbie O'Connell's Keg of brandy as well. Surely someone can help Willy and I out.

Ed

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands
From: Tattie Bogle
Date: 14 Feb 10 - 02:29 PM

ER, so why have you put this in a thread about Tommy Sands' songs????
Respectfully suggest you start a NEW thread with your song request in the title, then you might get more answers.
Sorry I don't know the song.

Subject: Lyr Add: DOWN BY THE LAGAN SIDE (Tommy Sands)
From: rich-joy
Date: 14 Feb 10 - 07:30 PM

This one is lovely:

DOWN BY THE LAGAN SIDE
(Tommy Sands comp)

Well, I thought she was a vision that stopped me with her smile
Down by the river, we walked along in style
She says: you're welcome back again - and won't you stay awhile
Down by the Lagan side.

CHORUS: And when we dance, we'll dance together
When we cry, we'll hold each other
And when we love, we'll love forever
Down by the Lagan side.

I said: who owns that music, so full of joy and pain
That the pipers and the harpers and the Lambeg drummers play
She said: who owns the teardrops, falling in the rain
Down by the Lagan side.

And do you not remember, we once walked side by side
And the bells of Belfast city sang in harmony and pride
The past it has been taken, but the future's yours and mine
Down by the Lagan side.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands
From: GUEST,ranuraag
Date: 29 Dec 16 - 05:34 AM

Does anyone have the lyrics to "When the Music Starts to Play"?
All I know is it was written by Tommy Sands

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands
From: Gallus Moll
Date: 29 Dec 16 - 05:43 PM

Tattie Bogle you are correct that Ed and Willy should start a new thread - but to help them on their way I think the phrasing of their song is similar to Carrickfergus.

(I speak as a singer, not someone who reads music!)

It also reminds me of another well known (Scottish?) song that a friend sings, and if I could just get the first line into my head I'd remember what it is! -- a song of unrequited love, towards the end he plans to go away to Ingoe, to some lonely valley where womankind cannot be found -- and to put his head to a cask of brandy etc.

See this old age / rubbish memory?!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands
From: Leadfingers
Date: 29 Dec 16 - 09:16 PM

The only song I know of that title (When The Music Starts to Play) is on the Incredible String Band's first album

All my life and its been a short one etc etc

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands
From: Gallus Moll
Date: 30 Dec 16 - 04:42 PM

I've just remembered the well known song with similar theme /phrasing:

Peggy Gordon

Could Willy and Ed have found a version or parody of it?

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands
From: Tattie Bogle
Date: 30 Dec 16 - 08:44 PM

Well I hope so, as it was best part of "seven long years" since they asked...................and thereby hangs another song (Shenandoah?)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands
From: Leadfingers
Date: 01 Jan 17 - 04:44 AM

Refresh

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: songs by Tommy Sands
From: GUEST,Starship
Date: 19 Apr 20 - 10:29 AM

Beautiful song: You're Welcome Here Kind Stranger by Tommy Sands.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0tuuZGirxM&fbclid=IwAR32gjCjN0Tkyb8CnJ2-BPIkyrqvEHQd_Xn7ICBoMsZb-YdvAwNpaX3EYE0

Subject: ADD:Don't Call Me Earfly in the MorningTommy Sands
From: Joe Offer
Date: 18 Jan 21 - 08:02 PM

DON'T CALL ME EARLY IN THE MORNING
(Tommy Sands)

Don't call me early in the morning
Call me what you want to but leave me alone
Don't call me early in the morning
Just leave me till the cows are coming home

A man or a woman they need their relaxation
From rising always at the dawn
And the heart of the matter tomorrow is a Saturday
And I'll be lying on

Don't call me early in the morning
Call me what you want to but leave me alone
Don't call me early in the morning
Just leave me till the cows are coming home

Sad the lad that can't rest contented
He has it all but must have more
He fills himself with pills to retire with a million
But falls asleep at sixty-four

Don't call me early in the morning
Call me what you want to but leave me alone
Don't call me early in the morning
Just leave me till the cows are coming home

Fair is fair and I've done my share
My nerves are getting on my nerves
If you don't have a pillow of the white swan's feather
I'll do with a corner for my head

Don't call me early in the morning
Call me what you want to but leave me alone
Don't call me early in the morning
Just leave me till the cows are coming home

Just a gentle warning for tomorrow morning
No big noises near my room
Cars with no exhaust, Chickens with the hooping cough
And milkmen that whistle out of tune!

Don't call me early in the morning
Call me what you want to but leave me alone
Don't call me early in the morning
Just leave me till the cows are coming home

   
This one is from one of "those" lyrics sites, so it needs proof reading and correction.