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Irish '60s Songbook page 14 |
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| She Sang Hymns Out Of Tune
(Nilsson) Recorded by The Freshmen 1969 Target 7N17757 / Mr. Beverly's Heavy Days __________________________________________ She sang hymns out of tune And carried a yellow balloon, She traded her love for a Spanish doubloon And talked to the people, The people who are Now I have a clock on the wall, It keeps time and that isn't all, It tells me how long she's been gone, Gone to the people, The people who are. She lived in a sorcerer's room And pounded the table and brandished the broom, She turned ten thousand when she touched the moon And turned to the people, The people who are. Rain came down and scattered away The old antique caretaker's children that play, Early that morning she passed away, Passed to the people, The people who are. She sang hymns out of ..... |
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| Today's Teardrops
(Pitney) Recorded by Austin Graham & The Donie Collins Showband 1967 Pye 7N17329 / Agricultural Irish Girl ___________________________________________________ Todays teardrops are tomorrow's rainbows And tomorrow's rainbows we will share me and you So dry your eyes, little girl, dry your eyes, And we're gonna see skies of blue yeah, yeah. Had a tough time gettin started, Maybe you're just a little downhearted All you gotta do is a count to 10, Baby you'll be smiling when, Todays teardrops are tomorrow's rainbows And tomorrow's rainbows we will share me and you So dry your eyes, little girl, dry your eyes, And we're gonna see skies of blue yeah, yeah Gonna be just a love of gladness, Don't wanna hear nothin 'bout sadness Come a little closer come a to me, With each kiss you're gonna see Todays teardrops are..... |
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| The Pillow That Whispers Recorded by Des Smyth & The Collegemen 1965 Pye 7N15867 / Lonely Street _________________________________________________ As dawn mets the darkness a lonely night ends I cry 'cause the hurt seems so strong now, My arms just keep reaching where your head used to lay On the pillow that whispers she's gone now. Echoes run down the hall when I talk to the wall It would be easy to lose all control now, 'Cause here next to me where my baby used to be Is the pillow that whispers, she's gone now. A fool is so lonely and how the tears burn I know I must stop this hurt somehow, I'm so tired of sleeping I've been crying all night On the pillow that whispers she's gone now. |
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| Down The Trail Of Aching
Hearts Recorded by The Clipper Carlton (featuring Merv Allen) 1971 Release RL566 / I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You _______________________________________________________ Down the trail of aching hearts Where nobody's hidin' their tears, You sent me there where sadness starts Down the trail of aching hearts. You told me I was your darling You kept me hanging around, Somebody else is your darling now Lonesome and blue I'll be found. Down the trail... Once I was passing your window Under the light of a star, Somebody else played my love song And played it on my old guitar. Down the trail... |
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| The Spinning
Wheel Recorded by Eddie Mack & The Columbia 1965 Rex R11018 / Way Out Of Reach ______________________________________________ Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning, Close by the window young Eileen is spinning. Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother sitting, Is crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting. Chorus: Merrily cheerily noiselessly whirring, Swings the wheel spins the wheel while the foot's stirring. Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing, Trills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing. Eileen, alanna, I hear someone tapping. 'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping. Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing. 'Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn winds dying. There's a form at the casement, the form of her true love, And he whispers with face bent, I'm waiting for you love. Get up from the stool, through the lattice step lightly, And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly. The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers, Steps up from the stool, longs to go and yet lingers, A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother, Puts her foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other. Lazily, easily, now swings the wheel round Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound Noiseless and light to the lattice above her The maid steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover. Slower and slower and slower the wheel swings Lower and lower and lower the reel rings Ere the reel and the wheel stop their ringing and moving Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving. |
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