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22 Mar 03 - 08:33 PM (#916276) Subject: Lyr Req: Journeys From: GUEST,Skylynn And while I am at it another Eric Bogle song that is fitting Skylynn |
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22 Mar 03 - 09:53 PM (#916298) Subject: Lyr Req: Journeys by Eric Bogle From: GUEST,Skylynn Well just found this place today, and where have I been??? Probably as Merritt said back a zar somawher, "Barking up a Stump". Ya'll know the other tune request before this is a Bogle tune also...... Skylynn out here in CAl |
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23 Mar 03 - 10:19 PM (#916750) Subject: Lyr Add: JOURNEYS (Eric Bogle) From: raredance JOURNEYS by Eric Bogle (from the CD, Endangered Species, 2000 Greentrax Recordings) 1. How clear the river runs Beneath the noon-day sun Through the trees it twists and turns In light and shade In the summer's warm embrace Nature flaunts her bonny face A more green and peaceful place God never made On the bank of the river I stand My father's ashes in my hand I'm there at his command One promise left to keep Though in my mind the past appears A sad parade of wasted years Grief and guilt both fuel the tears At last I weep 2. And there's anger in my heart It's bitter, deep and dark But for whom or for what It's hard to tell Is it for blind uncaring fate That built bridges far too late? For his life, for his escape or for myself? But who the hell am I His life to discount or deny To say what made him laugh or cry Or brought him pain or joy? Early strangers we became And strangers we remained The man who made his pride his chains And the sullen boy. 3. But this song's been too often sung For what's done is long done There's little comfort to be wrung From a past bled dry He was what he was made The cards he was dealt, he played With as much choice in this charade As you or I Without joy, there is no grief Without hope, there's no belief Without love, Death's just a thief Who steals nothing more than time So with love I scatter him To the water and the wind Two new journeys now begin His and mine. rich r |
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24 Mar 03 - 09:29 PM (#917544) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Journeys (Eric Bogle) From: Jim Dixon I found only these lines, quoted in a review: Early strangers we became And strangers we remained: The man who made his pride his chains And the sullen boy. The reviewer calls it a "personal song, of a mental reconciliation with his father after the latter's death.... Set to a sweet Scottish-sounding folk tune, it is a poignant and confessional but not self-centred." This song also comes from his album "Endangered Species." |