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Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs
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Subject: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Clinton Hammond Date: 06 Oct 05 - 12:47 PM Not necessarily anything that's 'period'... I'm looking more for contemp. songs dealing with the subject matter.... Sort of along the lines of CHRISTMAS IN THE TRENCHES by John McCutcheon Fire Of Calais by James Keelaghan More Hallowed by Garnet Rogers SAILOR'S REST (kinds) by Stan Rogers I know there are others.... THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA... |
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Subject: Lyr Add: REMEMBRANCE DAY (Bryan Adams) From: Peace Date: 06 Oct 05 - 01:12 PM BRYAN ADAMS LYRICS "Remembrance Day" For our king and our country and the promise of glory We came from Kingston and Brighton to fight on the front line Just lads from the farms and boys from the cities Not meant to be soldiers we lay in the trenches We'd face the fighting with a smile - or so we said If only we had known what danger lay ahead The sky turned to grey as we went into battle On the fields of Europe young men were fallin' I'll be back for you someday - it won't be long If I can just hold on 'til this bloody war is over The guns will be silent on Remembrance Day There'll be no more fighting on Remembrance Day By October of 18 Cambrai had fallen Soon the war would be over and we'd be returnin' Don't forget me while I'm gone far away Well it won't be long 'till I'm back there in your arms again One day soon - I don't know when You know we'll all be free and the bells of peace will ring again The time will come for you and me We'll be goin' home when this bloody war is ended The guns will be silent on Remembrance Day We'll all say a prayer on Remembrance Day On Remembrance Day - say a little prayer On Remembrance Day Well the guns will be silent There'll be no more fighting Oh we'll lay down our weapons On Remembrance Day |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Little Robyn Date: 06 Oct 05 - 02:43 PM Try this one, written by Dave Jordan. Goodnight Ruby It's one of our favourites. Robyn |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Liz the Squeak Date: 06 Oct 05 - 02:54 PM Les Sullivan's song about the Battle of Jutland is incredible. I'm sure someone can supply the tune but the words are here: JUTLAND LTS |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Clinton Hammond Date: 06 Oct 05 - 04:09 PM Keep 'em coming folks! :-) |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE REMEMBRANCE (Jake Thackray) From: Piers Date: 06 Oct 05 - 04:12 PM Lyrics: The Remembrance (Jake Thackray) In G. Remember the bands and the grand parades, The flags, the banners, the fine cockades, And how we all looked up to see the King upon the balcony: Who told us we were young and brave, We'd never become the Foreigner's slave - If the Foreigner comes off best, he said, You'll be better off dead... ...and this was a couple of weeks before we got killed in the war. Remember the drums and the trumpets played When we set sail on the great crusade, And how we all looked up to see the Clergyman on the quay: Who told us we were grand and good To fight for God, as good men should - If the Enemy comes off best, he said, You'll be better off dead... ...and this was a couple of days before we got killed in the war. Remember the night before the raid When the guns began the cannonade, And how we all looked up to see the Captain of the company: Who told us we were bold and strong, Let fame and glory spur us on - If the Enemy comes off best, he said, You'll be better off dead... ...and this was a couple of hours before we got killed in the war. Remember the shock of the ambuscade, Remember the terrible fusillade, And how we all looked up to see the curious face of the Enemy: Who was young, and shabby, and seemed to be About as foreign as you or me - I never did catch what the poor sod said When he made sure we were dead... ...and this was a couple of shakes before we got killed in the war. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Liz the Squeak Date: 06 Oct 05 - 04:27 PM I'm afraid I can't link to tunes, but Keith Marsdens Normandy Orchards is a good one, as is Rose of York in the DT here. LTS |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Hawker Date: 06 Oct 05 - 05:03 PM ........and if you are desperate, Clinton, theres always my 'All is Quiet On the western Front' ;0) Lucy |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Tony Burns Date: 06 Oct 05 - 05:16 PM Keith Marsden's Normandy Orchards has to be one of the best. I'm sure it's in DT. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Liz the Squeak Date: 06 Oct 05 - 05:28 PM That's where my link should take you Tony.... it might even have a MIDI attached. LTS |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: The Walrus Date: 06 Oct 05 - 05:45 PM DANCING AT WHITSUN BOMBERS MOON W |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: GUEST,Concertina Ceol Date: 06 Oct 05 - 06:15 PM Crow on the Cradle by Sydney Carter is a fantastic rememberance/anti-war song. It's still copyright as long as I know. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Liz the Squeak Date: 06 Oct 05 - 06:19 PM Bombers moon - really? You can see that from here? I'll get me gas mask. LTS |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Bill Hahn//\\ Date: 06 Oct 05 - 06:26 PM Would Eric Bogle's "Dedication Day" be applicable? Bill Hahn |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: concertina ceol Date: 06 Oct 05 - 07:06 PM Crow on the cradle lyrics are in the DT at: Crow on the cradle |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Snuffy Date: 06 Oct 05 - 07:32 PM Les Sullivan's Roses of No Man's Land Tanglefoot's Vimy |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Beer Date: 06 Oct 05 - 09:39 PM Clinton, Here are the songs that I have done at our Legion over the past decade. I love doing these songs because you can put your heart and soul into them. And the nice thing is that if you are doing it for the Legioneers and their guests you have their full attention. Jimmy Newman----Tom Paxton Wall In Washington------Iris DeMent Missing In Action---- Maybe Hank Snow Bang The Drum Slowly-----I think that is the title. by Emmylou Harris Sam Stone ----- John Prine The Bismark----- Johnny Horton Where Have all The Flowers Gonme ----I think Pete Seeger Mother(s), Daughter(s) Wives---can't remember but it was sung by a Scotsman Lyndon Johnson Told the Nation----Tom Paxton Waltzing Matilda as sung by John McDermott Buddy or Maybe it is called My Buddy.---I did the version by Jerry Jeff Walker With God On Our Side ----Bob Dylan The Partisan ---Leonard Cohen Nancy "o" --- No clue....By some Irishman Dancing at Withsun ---some Irishman Great song and story about the place Vincent's Tears ---Great song. Artist?? Single Maple Leaf -- Old ballad Letter From The Trenches ---Old old Song Banks of Sicily --- Scotish singer does the version I heard. Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream ---Ed McCurdy 1917 ----Great great song by Emmylou Harris The Green fields of France as sung by John McDermott and last, "How Will I Ever Be Simple Again by Richard Thompson" A wonderful heart moving story in song. I know your a professional entertainer but I would like to pass the following in case you are doing some up coming gig for the vets. 1)Tell them the story that goes with the song. Alot of these songs have very interesting stories. 2) I was a little hesitant in singing Sam Stone. But this was my own hang up. The song went over extremely well. Wall in Washington was also a pleaser (Kind of strange saying this about war songs.) That's about it. Hope it helps and p.m. me if there is anything I can help with further. Beer |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Carol Date: 07 Oct 05 - 05:12 AM A song called The First Time by Deborah Cooke All the Fine Yound Men by Eric Bogle |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Paul Burke Date: 07 Oct 05 - 06:02 AM Leon Rosselson's "Remembrance Day" is a good one, perhaps a bit dated with its reference to Biafra. Then there's this (Rosselson sang it before the one above): I don't want to die. I want to go home. I don't want to go to the trenches no more, Where the whizzbangs and shells do whistle and roar. I don't want to go over the sea To where the enemy will shoot at me. I don't want to die. I want to go home. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Keith A of Hertford Date: 07 Oct 05 - 07:14 AM Home Lads Home is one of the best, and first published as a poem in 1916. Kiplings Gethsemene is very good. I sing it to the tune of derwent Water Farewell Keith. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Keith A of Hertford Date: 07 Oct 05 - 07:22 AM Home Lads Home Do not use DT version. This thread more authentic. (use the midi though) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Keith A of Hertford Date: 07 Oct 05 - 07:26 AM Gethsemene |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE GIFT OF YEARS (Eric Bogle) From: Liz the Squeak Date: 07 Oct 05 - 07:41 AM How about Eric Bogle's 'Gift of Years' - guaranteed not a dry eye in the house. I've tried to find a link to it as it's been added here at least once, but for some reason, the search facility in the DT keeps dropping me into inappropriate threads. THE GIFT OF YEARS (Eric Bogle) Well, old friend, here I am. I told you I'd be back; And as usual, mate, I'm bloody late. It's seventy-five years down the track. For the last time, here I stand In this familiar foreign land, Back with the mates I left behind, Fixed forever in their time. And of all the ghosts of all the boys That haunt this lonely place, Only one of them wears your cheeky grin And your Queensland joker's face; And as I drown in old and bloody dreams Of helpless young men's dying screams, I feel your hand give my arm a shake And your voice say, "Steady, mate!" And the country that you died for, mate, You would not know it now; And the future that we dreamed of, mate, Got all twisted up somehow. The peace that we were fighting for, The end to stupid senseless war, So it couldn't happen to our kids-- Well, old mate, it did! And thank you for the gift of years And the flame that brightly burns; For the time you bought and the lessons taught, So often wasted and unlearned. "Lest we forget," cries the multitude, As if I ever, ever could! So forgive an old man's tears, And thank you for the years. LTS |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE LEGIONNAIRES SONG From: GEST Date: 07 Oct 05 - 09:11 AM THE LEGIONNAIRES SONG
On a sad November day we hear of Flanders Fields,
But who are these men with their glory pinned to their breast?
They talk of battles long, while young ones try to feel,
But who are these men with their glory pinned to their breast?
The Sharecroppers (Natural ©1993 John Harvey Newman Publishing, SOCAN) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: GUEST,PeteBoom (at work) Date: 07 Oct 05 - 09:29 AM (Keep Right On to) The End of the Road - Harry Lauder, in particular if you know the story behind it. There are some fine songs I've not thought of for some time in this list. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: GUEST,SallyM - at work Date: 07 Oct 05 - 10:31 AM Mothers, daughters wives - a lovely song written by Judy Small though several people have covered it. It's a tearjerker for me. Sally |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Clinton Hammond Date: 07 Oct 05 - 11:29 AM Great list folks! Keep 'em coming! At this rate, I'm gonna have a whole nights gig worth of these! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs/comments From: GUEST,The SharecropperTrio Date: 07 Oct 05 - 12:19 PM Thankyou to GEST....GEST Songs of Newfondland and Labrador.... above for posting our song "The Legionnaires Song: Lest We Forget" . We sing it each year to the Legionnaires who visit our school in Pasadena Newfoundland, although their numbers(Branch #3 Deer lake,Newfoundland) are getting fewer and fewer. It's a moving song and very rich in lyrics and melody. Drop into our site at www.thesharecroppers.net if interested. P.S. For a great site with many (hundreds) of Newfoundland songs and others, drop into GEST site (click on their web site above). |
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Subject: Lyr Add: LULLABY FOR FATHER (Archie Fisher) From: nutty Date: 07 Oct 05 - 01:35 PM I've always been fond of this Archie Fisher song which was recorded by Barbara Dickson years ago. I can't remember the title and I'm not sure I remember all the words perfectly but I'll do my best. If anyone wants the whole song I'll have to dig out the LP or it may still be available. Watch your daughter's children play Thirty years ago today Memories of that last young summer Never seem so far away Smiling at the gathering storm In your khaki uniform When you marched along the high street Did you listen to your heartbeat? Did you know what you were looking for In that somewhere over there? Was the answer found on the battleground? Was the question really fair? Tell me of the cross that stands Planted by a gardeners hand Tended only by the weather Somewhere in that no-man's land And does my love of life betray Your immortal memory? Poppies on the dusty high street Echoes of your lasting heartbeat |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: GUEST,mg Date: 07 Oct 05 - 06:38 PM You must read the last of the ? Brigade...by Kipling...the ones that were in the Charge of the ? Brigade come back and ask for help.... Also, I sing Gesthemane to Auld Lang Syne tune...it is so sad.....also, when you come to London Town, Grieving, Grieving...goes to one of the binorie tunes. Also, please to use utmost sensitivity on this day of days. Guaranteed they will remember. I always say we really need a day, just one day a year, to truly forget. mg |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: The Walrus Date: 07 Oct 05 - 07:54 PM I tend to sing "Gethsemane" to the tune of the hymn "There is a Green Hill Far Away" - i suppose it's the Easter connection. GUEST.mg, you're thinking of "Last of the Light Brigade". |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE LAST OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE (R Kipling) From: GUEST,mg Date: 07 Oct 05 - 09:02 PM here you go. - - - - There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night. They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade; They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Light Brigade. They felt that life was fleeting; they knew not that art was long, That though they were dying of famine, they lived in deathless song. They asked for a little money to keep the wolf from the door; And the thirty million English sent twenty pounds and four! They laid their heads together that were scarred and lined and grey; Keen were the Russian sabres, but want was keener than they; And an old Troop-Sergeant muttered, "Let us go to the man who writes The things on Balaclava the kiddies at school recites." They went without bands or colours, a regiment ten-file strong, To look for the Master-singer who had crowned them all in his song; And, waiting his servant's order, by the garden gate they stayed, A desolate little cluster, the last of the Light Brigade. They strove to stand to attention, to straighten the toil-bowed back; They drilled on an empty stomach, the loose-knit files fell slack; With stooping of weary shoulders, in garments tattered and frayed, They shambled into his presence, the last of the Light Brigade. The old Troop-Sergeant was spokesman, and "Beggin' your pardon," he said, "You wrote o' the Light Brigade, sir. Here's all that isn't dead. An' it's all come true what you wrote, sir, regardin' the mouth of hell; For we're all of us nigh to the workhouse, an, we thought we'd call an' tell. "No, thank you, we don't want food, sir; but couldn't you take an' write A sort of 'to be continued' and 'see next page' o' the fight? We think that someone has blundered, an' couldn't you tell 'em how? You wrote we were heroes once, sir. Please, write we are starving now." The poor little army departed, limping and lean and forlorn. And the heart of the Master-singer grew hot with "the scorn of scorn." And he wrote for them wonderful verses that swept the land like flame, Till the fatted souls of the English were scourged with the thing called Shame. O thirty million English that babble of England's might, Behold there are twenty heroes who lack their food to-night; Our children's children are lisping to "honour the charge they made-" And we leave to the streets and the workhouse the charge of the Light Brigade! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Flash Company Date: 08 Oct 05 - 04:56 AM Used to do a little set for Remembrance Day...... Started with the first verse of 'Join the British Army' Ah yes, join the British Army, and if you do the first thing you learn is how to whinge about the grub! 'Tell me boys, have you any complaints?' Then you quickly find out about a thing called 'Chain of command' 'They were only playing Leap-frog' But the risk is, some bloody politician will start a war, and that can be boring..... 'When this bloody war is over...' And , of course, if you are what they call 'other ranks' It can be dangerous.... 'If you want to see the Colonel, I know where he is' But what the hell, join the British Army, you may have a great time, you may even get discharged.... 'Bless 'em all' Feel free! FC |
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Subject: Lyr Add: A PITTANCE OF TIME (Terry Kelly) From: GEST Date: 08 Oct 05 - 10:55 AM A PITTANCE OF TIME They fought and some died for their homeland. They fought and some died. Now it's our land. Look at his little child. There's no fear in her eyes. Could he not show respect for other dads who have died? Take two minutes. Would you mind? It's a pittance of time for the boys and the girls who went over. In peace may they rest. May we never forget why they died. It's a pittance of time. God forgive me for wanting to strike him. Give me strength so as not to be like him. My heart pounds in my breast, fingers pressed to my lips. My throat wants to bawl out. My tongue barely resists. But two minutes I will bide. It's a pittance of time for the boys and the girls who went over. In peace may they rest. May we never forget why they died. It's a pittance of time. Read the letters and poems of the heroes at home. They have casualties, battles, and fears of their own. There's a price to be paid if you go, if you stay. Peace is fought for and won in numerous ways. Take two minutes. Would you mind? It's a pittance of time for the boys and the girls all over. May we never forget our young become vets At the end of the line. It's a pittance of time. It takes courage to fight in your own war. It takes courage to fight someone else's war. Our peacekeepers tell of their own living hell. They bring hope to foreign lands that the hatemongers can't kill. Take two minutes. Would you mind? It's a pittance of time for the boys and the girls who go over. In peacetime our best still don battle dress, And lay their lives on the line. It's a pittance of time. In peace may they rest. Lest we forget why they died, Take a pittance of time. Terry Kelly (The Power of the Dream ©2001 Gun K Publishing & Wall Street Publishing - SOCAN) From: GEST Songs of Newfoundland and Labrador |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Barry T Date: 08 Oct 05 - 01:06 PM A couple more for the list... Return of the Unknown Soldier Though I offer the following musical setting John McCrae's poem In Flanders Fields... ...there are actually over sixty(!) published melodies from which to choose. There are probably dozens more that were created but never published formally. I can't think of another poem/lyric that has inspired composers to such an extent. Too bad nearly all are protected by copyright. It would make a fantastic single song study here at the Mudcat! - - - - - |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: open mike Date: 08 Oct 05 - 01:10 PM yes, Mother(s), Daughter(s) Wives is written by Judy Small (from OZ?) Margaret Christl is one who sings it it is in the D.T. here: http://www.mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=4047 |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WHY, SOLDIERS, WHY? From: GUEST Date: 08 Oct 05 - 01:30 PM Flowers Of The Forest Green Fields Of France Why Soldiers Why >> Wolfs song sung before the battle on the Plains Of Abraham at Quebec How stands the glass around? For shame you take no care, my boys, How stands the glass around? Let wine and mirth abound; The trumpet sound, The colors they do fly my boys; To fight, kill or wound; As you would be found, Contented with hard fare, my boys On the cold ground O why, soldiers why? O why should we be melancholy boys, O why soldiers why? Whose bus'ness is to die; What? sighing? Fye! Drink on, drown fear, be jolly boys; 'Tis he, you or I, wet, hot, cold or dry; We're always bound to follow boys, And scorn to fly. 'Tis but vain; I mean not to upbraid you boys, 'Tis but vain; For a soldier to complain; Should next campaign, Send us to him that made us boys; We're free from pain, But should we remain, A bottle and kind landlady Cures all again |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: GUEST,some guy Date: 09 Oct 05 - 06:12 PM the song from: the waterboys - RED ARMY BLUES is an amazing war song that really touches your heart |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Beer Date: 09 Oct 05 - 07:10 PM Hay Guest some guy? Do you know what c/d it is on? Beer |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Rememberance Day songs From: Keith A of Hertford Date: 10 Oct 05 - 04:53 AM Our own Micca has written some fine stuff on this theme, but I can't find a link. Anyone help? |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WHY, SOLDIERS, WHY SHOULD WE BE ...? From: Jim Dixon Date: 14 Oct 05 - 10:49 PM Thanks, GUEST, for bringing this song to my attention. I had fun trying to reproduce the layout of the title page, as much as my knowledge of HTML will allow. From The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music: WHY, SOLDIERS, WHY SHOULD WE BE MELANCHOLY, BOYS?, FOR ONE, TWO, THREE, OR FOUR VOICES AND An ad libitum accompaniment OF A MILITARY POLONAISE for the Piano Forte The words attributed to GENL WOLFE. And sung by him, to an old air, on the night before his death at Quebec. THE MUSIC BY S. D. S. [1861] Why, soldiers, why should we be melancholy, boys? Why, soldiers, why? whose business 'tis to die! Why, soldiers, why should we be melancholy, boys? Why, soldiers, why? whose business 'tis to die! Should next campaign send us to HIM who made us, boys! We're free from pain. We're free from pain. Should we remain, a bottle and kind landlady Cure all again, cure all again! Then why, soldiers, why should we be melancholy, boys? Why, soldiers, why? whose business 'tis to die! Why, soldiers, why should we be melancholy, boys? Why, soldiers, why? whose business 'tis to die! Why, soldiers, why should we be melancholy, boys? Why, soldiers, why? whose business 'tis to die! Why, soldiers, why should we be melancholy, boys? Why, soldiers, why? whose business 'tis to die! |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: GUEST,andymac Date: 14 Oct 05 - 11:40 PM There's also "The Writing of Tipperary" which details the events leading up the First World War and ends with an incredibly poignant realisation of exactly why "It's a Long Way to Tipperary"" is always sung at Remembrance Day concerts. Similar to the way in which "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" ends.. I will hunt out the words to it and post them... Andy |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: Selchie - (RH) Date: 15 Oct 05 - 09:20 AM Anyone mentioned "In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae? Go to: http://members.shaw.ca/tunebook/flanders.htm Rosie |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: The Walrus Date: 15 Oct 05 - 02:31 PM I'm possibly thinking of the wrong song, but I seem to recall a song, (I think, by Strawhad), called "July 1916", sung to the "Evening Hymn"/"Sunset" setting used in 'Beating the Retreat'. Does anyone have the lyrics? W |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE VILLAGE OF BRAMBLESHIRE WOOD From: GUEST,Dave'sWife sans cookie Date: 16 Oct 05 - 10:04 AM No one has yet suggested that Irish Rovers song about WWI - The Village of Brambleshire Wood - off the TALES TO WARM YOUR MIND LP 1969. Sadly, it's not available on CD. it's a great song. Man I wish I had a copy of that LP on Cassette or CD. There are a couple of sonfs that have not been rerelased on the newer compilations. The lyrics are in the Digitrad though : The Village of Brambleshire Wood Oh heck, I'll just paste them in - it's a great song THE VILLAGE OF BRAMBLESHIRE WOOD (Will Millar and George Millar) See the lonely old men playing drafts 'round the tree, On the square of the village of Brambleshire Wood; And care-free young boys playing ball 'round those men, With the weary old faces but the boys eyes are bright. Imposing and tall stands the stone, With the names of the young men who died; Engraved in gold letters, impressively listed, Dead heroes who battled for Brambleshire Wood. Imposing and tall stands the pillar of stone, With the names of the dead men of Brambleshire Wood. In long corky lines and tight-lipped determine They march forward to victory with bright blazing eyes But they brought back a long list of names of the dead For the pillar of marble in Brambleshire Wood. "Tell us," cried the boys playing ball To the crippled old men sitting there on the square "Tell us," said the boys "Did we win all the wars, Did we bring back the glory to Brambleshire Wood?" Imposing and tall stands the pillar of stone, With the names of the dead men of Brambleshire Wood. "We won!" cried the aged old sergeants and corporals Look at the long list of names of the dead The names of your fathers who won all the victories Give honor to the village of Brambleshire Wood. Just think how proud we would be If only some day we were able to see Your name in gold letters impressively listed On the pillar of marble in Brambleshire Wood Imposing and tall stands the pillar of stone, With the names of the dead men of Brambleshire Wood. The way it's typed in, you can't really see that the Chorus is this part of the song: Imposing and tall stands the pillar of stone, With the names of the dead men of Brambleshire Wood. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE REAPER (Bill Caddick) From: Mr Fox Date: 17 Oct 05 - 06:20 AM My own favourite Remembrance Day medley is the Home Service's one on their live album 'Wild Life. Starting with Bill Caddick's song 'The Reaper'there follows a brief snatch of 'My Bonny Boy' before John Tams' 'Scarecrow' and the whole thing closes with an arrangement of 'The Battle of the Somme' that manages to go from elegaic to angry in about three minutes flat. It's eight minutes of magic. The Reaper So now it's done, once more the shining field Has gone to feed the reaper's blade All silent now, the stubble it lies still With blood red poppies overlaid "Where are my sons?", the mother cries "Just barely grown, yet gone away" "Away away" the reaper sighs "Cut down like corn on an autumn day" And so once more the seed of life is sown And in the loving earth is laid but it's never done Once more the young men all Must go to feed the reaper's blade Scarecrow I see the barley moving as the mowers find their pace I see the line advancing with a steady timeless grace And there's passion in their eyes and there's honour in their face As they scythe down the castles and the courts Blame it on the fathers, blame it on the sons Blame it on the poppies and the pain Blame it on the generals, blame it on their guns Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain I smell the smoke of stubble when the harvest is brought down I see the fire a-burning as it purges all around And the field is turned to ashes and the only living sound Are the skylarks as they try to reach the sun Blame it on the fathers, blame it on the sons Blame it on the poppies and the pain Blame it on the generals, blame it on their guns Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain I see the barbed wire growing like a bramble on the land I see a farm turned to a fortress, a future turned to sand I see a meadow turned to mud and from it grows a hand Like a scarecrow that is fallen in the rain Blame it on the fathers, blame it on the sons Blame it on the poppies and the pain Blame it on the generals, blame it on their guns Blame it on the scarecrow in the rain |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: GUEST,HughM Date: 17 Oct 05 - 08:28 AM Surprised nobody's mentioned "Christmas 1914". I think it's by Mike Harding. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: PETALS OF A POPPY (Mike Hughes) From: Mark Dowding Date: 17 Oct 05 - 09:22 AM This is a song called Petals of a Poppy by a mate of mine written well over 25 years ago. I still do it occasionally. Petals of a Poppy by Mike Hughes Tommy was a baker's lad from up round Oldham way Quiet and well spoken, he hadn't yet learned to shave Joined up at sixteen it's my duty he's been taight to think Now he's hanging on the wire like a puppet with broken strings Ch And they called him Tommy and they called him Pierre And they called him Hans and Joe Stripped of their lives in the first flush of youth Like the petals of a poppy when the wind blows Like the petals of a poppy when the wind blows Pierre left his father's farm, left the tree lined fields behind Dit Au-revoir a sa mere, shut down that part of his mind Fought his way through the Somme, survived Ypres, wounded at Ardennes But when the wind blew his own gas back he died with the rest of his men Hans played the trumpet in the Bavarian mountain band He laughed and drank so many nights away, with the pretty girls he sang But for months he'd watched the charging men dance to the tune of his machine gun Till he could stand no more, he deserted his post and walked to his death in the sun Joe came from Michigan for hounour and glory bound For Yankee Doodle and over there gave this scrap a glorious sound But his empty bunk, scattered possessions, letters from home and photos of his dames They gave no hint to his first flight that ended gloriously in flames Christmas 1914 - yes that was one of Mike Harding's - another one I do. It's a "pin drop" song! Cheers Mark |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: Pistachio Date: 17 Oct 05 - 04:31 PM Keith A. might be thinking of Miccas' "Thiepval" ( first line: 'It is all Hallows eve on the Lowlands of Flanders') which has two tunes - Miccas' own and the one that Linda Kelly created at his request. I can post the words if required (if tasked to remember them!) It's a 'tale in reverse', absolutely wonderful and I remember the first time Linda and I were asked to sing it - at the Yorkshire gathering 2 or 3 years ago. The words of 'Petals of a Poppy' , 'the Reaper' and 'Scarecrow' all made me think once again of the sacrifices made. Thoughtful words - Brave people. Remember them. P.S.Does anyone recognise this chorus/refrain? 'Old, old soldiers only fade away, Old, old soldiers never die. It is we who forget what they've done for us, and we never say thank you, or goodbye.' I remember hearing an Army Captain, Gerry Webb, singing in NI, 1981 - but can't recall more words. Thanks, Hazel. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: Stewie Date: 17 Oct 05 - 09:49 PM I don't know if it is the same as that mentioned above in relation to Mike Harding, but there is a great song titled 'Christmas 1914' written by Cormac MacConnell and recorded by his brother Mickey MacConnell on his album 'Joined Up Writing'. Details may be found HERE. --Stewie. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CHRISTMAS 1914 (2 versions) From: Mark Dowding Date: 18 Oct 05 - 03:28 AM Christmas 1914 - same event and titles but different songs by Mike Harding and Cormac MacConnell. Christmas 1914 (Mike Harding) Christmas Eve in 1914, stars were burning, burning bright And all along the Western front guns were lying still and quiet Men lay dozing in the trenches, in the cold and in the dark As far away behind the lines a village dog began to bark Some lay thinking of their families, some sang songs, others were quiet Rolling fags and playing brag and to pass away this Christmas night As they watched the German trenches, something moved in no man's land Through the dark there came a soldier carrying a white flag in his hand Then from both sides men came running, crossing into no man's land Through the barbed wire, mud and shell-holes, shyly stood there shaking hands Fritz brought out cigars and brandy, Tommy brought corned beef and fags Stood there laughing, talking, singing as the moon shone down on no man's land Christmas Day we all played football in the mud of no man's land Tommy brought some Christmas pudding, Fritz brought out a German band And when they beat us at the football we shared out all the grub and drink Then Fritz showed me a faded photo of a brown-haired girl back in Berlin For four days after no side fired, not one shell disturbed the night For old Fritz and Tommy Atkins, they'd both lost the will to fight So they withdrew us from the trenches, sent us far behind the lines Sent fresh troops to take our places and told the guns, Prepare to fire The next night in 1914, flares were burning, burning bright The message came, Prepare offensive! Over the top we're going tonight And men stood waiting in the trenches, looked out across our football park And all along the Western front the Christmas guns began to bark CHRISTMAS 1914 (by Cormac MacConnell) In the year 1914 on Christmas Day, On the Western front the guns all died away. And lying in the mud on bags of sand We heard the German sing from No Man's Land. He had a tenor voice so clear and true; The words were strange, but every note we knew. A-soaring o'er the living, dead and damned, That soldier sang of peace from No Man's Land. Chorus: Oh, Silent night, no cannons roar. A King is born of peace for ever more, All's calm, all's bright, all brothers hand in hand, A Soldier's song of peace from No Man's Land. They slowly left their trenches, we left ours. Beneath tin hats the smiles bloomed like wild flowers. With photos, cigarettes and flasks of wine, We made a soldier's peace on that front line. Their singer was a lad of twenty-one; We begged another song before the dawn, And sitting amid carnage, death and fear, He sang again the song all longed to hear. Chorus: In the morning all the guns roared in the rain, And they killed us and we killed them again With bayonet, bomb and bullet, gas and flame And neither them nor us at at all to blame. There was heavy fighting all throughout that day. For one night's peace we bitterly did pay. That night they charged, we fought them hand to hand And I shot the lad who sang from No Man's Land. Chorus: Oh, Silent night, no cannons roar, A king is born of peace for ever more. All's calm, all's bright, all brothers hand in hand, A soldier's song of peace from No Man's Land. O Silent night, Holy night, And his ghostly voice still rings As the young dead soldier sings Where the Captains and the Kings Built No Man's Land. Cheers Mark |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: GUEST,aliesha carrier Date: 19 Oct 05 - 12:48 PM hey i liks your list of songs so it it awsome sorry it not awsome that all those people died i just like your songs you can send me an email back sexy_18_baby@hotmail.com so plz plz plz plz plz plz send me an email back plzpzlpzplzplzplzplzplz |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HILLS OF CAITHNESS and YEAR OF THE DRUM From: bfdk Date: 19 Oct 05 - 05:45 PM How about these? Hills of Caithness (Matt Armour) In the year of fifteen, with the century young And you but sixteen with your life just begun You answered the call, as so many before To march far away to a foreigners' war Down the long road from Caithness, so young and so proud Through the blue tinted hills with the lowering cloud With the Holy black Bible your soul to protect And a helmet and rifle to care for the rest. Chorus: And John can you think of the time that is gone How we walked in the fields, the day's work done The far peaks of Morven stood gold in the west And peace breathed a sigh on the hills of Caithness. For hundreds of years when the pipes gave the call The Sinclairs have answered to fight or to fall It's your turn now, John, the youngest by far To carry a gun in the war to end war Twelve terrible months in that black Flanders mud The screaming of shells, the bullets and blood Thousands were slaughtered, your suffering passed In a cold autumn dawn, the green light of gas. Chorus Now there's been sixty snows on those far northern hills Your skin is as clear as that young soldiers still But no conscious light can be seen in the eyes Of a face that lives on with a mind that has died Your memory is stuck in the mud of the Somme Your body came home but your spirit stayed on No more will you see the blue hills of Caithness The rest gave their lives, did you, John, give less? Chorus Now the bugles sound out on Rememberance day To honour the fallen who lie far away The lone pipe laments, the hearts fill with pride They think of their heroes who marched out and died But who thinks of you, John? You sit in your chair Your body unscarred, your mind swept bare In your own November are you seeing still The green Flanders gas on the blue Caithness hills? Chorus The Year of the Drum (Wendy Joseph) My name is Jack Gresham, I was brought up in Mannum That river boat town I loved well I married Meg Davis we had us two children One day our family bliss turned to hell 'Twas in 1915 and the year of the drum The guns and the government called me to come Past melaleuca and tall shining gums I'm drifting away down the Murray My name is Meg Davis and I work at Shearers With saddles and waggons and hames The men are all fighting, the war it is raging The women toil here making fuel for the flames For it's 1916 and the men are all gone They're fighting in Europe, so we carry on We're keeping the candles lit bright here at home To light their way back up the Murray Now my name is Mary and I am an orphan My father was killed in the war My ma was Meg Davis, an upstanding lady She drowned in the Murray the year I turned four 'Twas in 1918 that the telegram came The death of a soldier its news did proclaim My ma lost her footing to the tears and the rain She slipped on the banks of the Murray Now my name is Billy and I am a soldier I just got my orders today My wife's name is Mary, she's fair as the sunset I hate to be leaving her lonely this way But the year's forty two, and the year of the drum The guns and the government call me to come Past melaleuca and tall shining gums I'm drifting away down the Murray But the year doesn't matter, there's always the drum The guns and the government call men to come But the town still grows strong in her tall shining sons While her daughters light lamps by the Murray |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: Juan P-B Date: 20 Oct 05 - 01:30 PM Barry Wake's 'Tomorrow's Sun' Ian Walker's 'Flying High' Paul Openshaw's 'Nightingale' Ron Trueman-Border's 'Raging Sea' & 'Death Of A Soldier' and a wee bitty poem from a time when heroes weren't measured by how much they earned for kicking a ball, how many records they got in the charts or how many 'Jordans' they bedded...... Go and pin your medals on! Be proud! They're yours to wear Pull your shoulders back a bit! Let the youngsters stare! They're yours to wear by right of war; by service to the crown They are symbols that you never let your country down Wear them proudly on your chest and let who will deride They are yours by right of war so carry them with pride (Desmond Burgess) |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: Cats at Work Date: 21 Oct 05 - 09:24 AM There is always Jon Heslop's 'Poor Murdered Men'. The first time I sang this was sitting, on my own, in the corner of Pere La Chaise cemetry in Paris where all the boy soldiers are buried, ver quietly and for them. By the time I had finished I had an audience and alot of them were tearful. A stunning song that was written as the poppies fell from the ceiling of the Albert Hall for the Rememberance Day commemmoration. It's about how many of those who died were conscripted, on both sides, and they didn't give their lives, they were murdered by the politicians..... and, again it is, like Hawker's, a song that is now sung in Unsung Heroes. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: Cats Date: 21 Oct 05 - 02:37 PM And there's the song about the World War II deserter that there was a thread about a year ago. It is a true story and I did go and find his grave in Callington cemetry, and sang his song for him there...(I don't really make a habit of singing in cemetries) Check out the thread. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: GUEST,C Date: 25 Feb 10 - 06:01 AM Does anyone have the lyrics to lest we by judy small? thanks :) |
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Subject: Lyr Add: TENDER COMRADE (Billy Bragg) From: GUEST,Lady Nancy Date: 26 Feb 10 - 03:46 AM Try Tender Comrade, written by Billy Bragg: What will you do when the war is over, tender comrade When we lay down our weary guns When we return home to our wives and families And look into the eyes of our sons What will you say of the bond we had, tender comrade Will you say that we were brave As the shells fell all around us Or that we wept and cried for our mothers And cursed our fathers For forgetting that all men are brothers Will you say that we were heroes Or that fear of dying among strangers Tore our innocence and false shame away And from that moment on deep in my heart I new That I would only give my life for love. Brothers in arms, in each others arms Was the only time that I was not afraid. What will you do when the war is over, tender comrade When we cast off these khaki clothes And go our separate ways What will you say of the bond we had, Tender Comrade? Totally cracking song. LN |
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Subject: Lyr Add: ENGLAND 1914 (Ralph McTell) From: Commander Crabbe Date: 26 Feb 10 - 06:20 PM There's also England 1914 by Ralph McTell ENGLAND 1914 Ralph McTell Night stirs her inky finger in the water of the day, The tired sun drops slowly in the sky. And everywhere the gentle air hangs heavy with the day song Evening calls the lamplight out to come Children's wooden hoops go clattering down the street Soon they're called inside, it's getting late. The grand canal Now splashed with red Reflects on swallows wings. The lamplighter knows the song the evening sings. But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers Hiss warnings to the wind Their evening vespers prophecy a war. The world divides And men take sides The spark bursts into flame Nothing can be quite the same again. Dog barks in the distance Child cries in her sleep Night waits for the dawn with baited breath. The old school, the old rule Rung out on a muffin man's bell The lamplighter has made his nightly call. Dreams of hope and peace Sent clattering down the streets Empty like the promises they made. The wars rage on, and different wrongs Will someone please explain That peace is not the lamplighter 'Cos he's not coming back again CC |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: Commander Crabbe Date: 26 Feb 10 - 06:26 PM England 1914 Tune on You Tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ff4DdZfxxfA CC |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: Commander Crabbe Date: 26 Feb 10 - 06:30 PM Correction to lyrics of ENGLAND 1914 In the last verse the fourth line should read: "The wars rage on, and if I'm wrong" CC |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Remembrance Day songs From: GUEST,????????????????????????????????????/ Date: 20 Nov 10 - 11:10 AM Abide with me song |
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Subject: Lyr Add: ABIDE WITH ME From: GUEST,????????????????????????????????????/ Date: 20 Nov 10 - 11:16 AM ABIDE WITH ME Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see; O thou who changest not, abide with me. I need thy presence every passing hour. What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears not bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me. Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies. Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. I need Thy presence every passing hour. What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies. Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me. |
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