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20 Jan 97 - 01:32 AM (#1464) Subject: Lyric req.Bill Staines From: pallesep@cadvision.com I'm trying to get lyrics for two of Bill Staines songs October Winds and Yellowstone Winds. Thanks for any help on this ! |
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21 Jan 97 - 04:02 AM (#1514) Subject: RE: Lyric req.Bill Staines From: Joe Offer Well, both songs are on his wonderful "First Million Miles" collection on Rounder. Unfortunately, neither song is in the "Rise Up Singing" songbook, and I'm too lazy to transcribe them for you. Maybe there's a more generous soul around, or maybe you should buy this fantastic CD. It really is good - but I wish it had a lyric sheet. Rounder isn't very good about providing lyrics. -Joe- |
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22 Jan 97 - 03:18 AM (#1545) Subject: Lyr Add: OCTOBER WINDS (Bill Staines) From: Bill Howdy, They are both in "Movin' It Down the Line," a Bill Staines song book put out by Mineral River Music, Box 292, Dover, New Hampsire 03820. OCTOBER WINDS (Bill Staines) Tomatoes on my window sill, they go from green to red. Some are in the garden still but the frost it's got the bed. We've apples in the presses now, and cider in the pails. The grey geese fly beside the clouds and the hunters have the trails. I tie a red bandana 'round that old sleepy dog of mine To try and keep her safe and sound from the shotgun pellet's whine. My supply of fuel, well, it's pretty good for we've worked all summer long And one last robin in the wood has left us with this song. Get out, get out that garden rake, it seems it's in the cards That every wind blown leafy shake comes down in yur back yard. Pull on that old blue wooly coat that keeps you from the chill, October winds have come to town and summer's o'er the hill. October winds have come to town and summer's o'er the hill. There's hay stacked high up in the loft and feed corn in the bin. The cattle gather 'round the trough and the crops have all come in. You whisper to yourself alone, "Lord, how the seasons fly." When birds have taken wing and flown across the morning sky. Get out, get out . . . Allinkausay, Bill |
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22 Jan 97 - 03:31 AM (#1546) Subject: Lyr Add: YELLOWSTONE WINDS (Bill Staines) From: Bill Howdy, Here goes with "Yellowstone Winds" from the same source as "October Winds." YELLOWSTONE WINDS (Bill Staines) There's a star that's shining bright On the Teton range tonight There's a lonesome cloud flying out across the moon. There's a country song so sweet That reaches to the street Through the hoots and hollers of an old run-down saloon Yellowstone winds, they're calling me back again, "Come here to me my friend," they whisper to my soul. Piney smoke in the frosty air, Cattle grazing all around you there, Snow fields on the mountains fair Lie silent in the cold. I can feel the morning sun And see that old Snake River run And I remember all the legends and the tales. Old Hoback's in my dreams As he wanders up his streams And stops to stand a mark beside the trail. Yellowstone winds, they're . . . There's a young coyote that calls From the steep high country walls As she ranges in the shadows of the trees. With her cunning and her care, Prospecting in the air, She searches for a scent upon the breeze. Yellowstone winds, they're . . . Repeat first verse Yellowstone winds, they're . . . Allinkausay, Bill |