So who has a song which mentions her/his name?

by berylblue 57 Replies latest jw friends

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  DFWnonJW

  Hey Lee.....

  50 Ways To Leave Your Lover
  
  The problem is all inside your head
  She said to me
  The answer is easy if you
  Take it logically
  I?d like to help you in your struggle
  To be free
  There must be fifty ways
  To leave your lover

  She said it?s really not my habit
  To intrude
  Furthermore, I hope my meaning
  Won?t be lost or misconstrued
  But I?ll repeat myself
  At the risk of being crude
  There must be fifty ways
  To leave your lover
  Fifty ways to leave your lover

  CHORUS:
  You just slip out the back, Jack
  Make a new plan, Stan
  You don?t need to be coy, Roy
  Just get yourself free
  Hop on the bus, Gus
  You don?t need to discuss much
  Just drop off the key, Lee
  And get yourself free

  She said it grieves me so
  To see you in such pain
  I wish there was something I could do
  To make you smile again
  I said I appreciate that
  And would you please explain
  About the fifty ways

  She said why don?t we both
  Just sleep on it tonight
  And I believe in the morning
  You?ll begin to see the light
  And then she kissed me
  And I realized she probably was right
  There must be fifty ways
  To leave your lover
  Fifty ways to leave your lover
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  berylblue

  This is the best I could do, Lee.

  Stagger Lee
  Lloyd Price
  
  -#1 hit for Lloyd Price in 1959
  -lyrics as recorded by Lloyd Price (in two versions)
  There are a number of tunes entitled "Stagger Lee" which have been recorded over the years.
  They all derive from a series of tales and songs in African-American folklore.
  -#22 for Wilson Pickett (as "Stag-O-Lee") in 1967
  -#25 for Tommy Roe in 1971
  
  September 11, 1958:
  The night was clear and the moon was yellow
  And the leaves came tumbling down
  
  I was standing on the corner when I heard my bulldog bark
  He was barkin' at the two men who were gamblin' in the dark
  It was Stagger Lee and Billy, two men who gambled late
  Stagger Lee threw seven, Billy swore that he threw eight
  
  Stagger Lee told Billy, "I can't let you go with that"
  "You have won all my money and my brand new stetson hat"
  Stagger Lee started off goin' down that railroad track
  He said "I can't get you Billy but don't be here when I come back"
  
  Stagger Lee went home and he got his forty-four
  Said "I'm goin' to the barroom just to pay that debt I owe"
  Stagger Lee went to the barroom and he stood across the barroom door
  He said "Nobody move" and he pulled his forty-four
  
  Stagger Lee shot Billy, oh he shot that poor boy so bad
  Till the bullet came through Billy and it broke the bartender's glass
  
  And then, there is always:

  "And those landsmen who you but lately knew
  Were left stranded on the lea"

  Dark and Rolling Sea, Al Stewart

  Okay, so it's not perfect.....I'll keep trying.
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  lisavegas420

  When my daughter was pregnant I would play these songs and sing them to her all the time, finally she took the hint and named her daughter "Heaven"

  Knockin On Heaven's Door by Bob Dylan

  Holding Heaven In My Arms Tonight by Tracy Byrd

  and

  Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find by 2 Pac

  Lisa
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  berylblue

  Lee, here's another brief mention.

  You've got no place to hide It's cause you don't need one
  
  Em9 Gmaj9 Em9 Gmaj9
  
  Em9 Cmaj7 Am9 Em9
  All along the lee shore
  Em9 Cmaj7 Am9 Em9
  Shells lie scattered in the sand
  Em9 Cmaj7 AmaddD G G/C G
  Winking up like shining eyes at me
  Em9 Gmaj9 Em9 Gmaj9
  From the sea
  
  Here is one like sunrise
  It's older than you know
  It's still lying there where some careless wave
  Forgot it long ago
  
  When I awoke this morning
  I dove beneath my floating home
  Down below her graceful side in the turning tide
  To watch the seafish roam
  
  There I heard a story
  From the sailors of the Sandra Marie
  There's another island a day's run away from here
  And it's empty and free
  
  From here to Venezuela
  There's nothing more to see
  Than a hundred thousand islands flung like jewels upon the sea
  For you and me
  
  (HUM VERSE ONCE)
  
  Sunset smells of dinner
  Women are calling at me to end my tales
  But perhaps I'll see you in the next quiet place
  F Em9 Gmaj9 Em9 Gmaj9 Em9 Gmaj9 Em9 Gmaj9 Em9addA
  I furl my sails
  
  
  CHORDS:
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  berylblue

  Oh Bridget O´Malley, you´ve left my heart shaken
  With a hopeless desolation I´d have you to know
  It´s the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
  And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go.
  
  The white moon above the pale sands,
  the pale stars above the thorn tree
  Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she
  I gaze upon the cold moon till the stars drown in the warm seas
  And the bright eyes of my darling are never on me.
  
  My Sunday it is weary, my Sunday it is grey now
  My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone
  All joy is dead within me, my life has gone away now
  For another has taken My love for his own.
  
  The day is approaching when we were to be married
  And it´s rather I would die than live only to grieve
  Oh, meet me, My Darling, e´er the sun sets o´er the barley.
  And I´ll meet you there on the road to Drumslieve.
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  berylblue

  SP, it's getting worse.....

  BRIDGET O'SHEA

  I'll tell you the story of Bridget O'Shea
  A lovely sweet girl of devotion
  And soon, she was married and moved far away
  And settled she down by the ocean
  And soon it was, she was weakened and ill
  And soon it would be, she would die
  And all of the doctors, with all of their skills
  And all of their learning, could not tell her why.

  So back to her hometown, young Bridget did ride
  And left her new home by the water
  It was better to die with her father beside
  For she was his own lovely daughter
  She died and was buried, young Bridget O'Shea
  And her husband, then married another
  Who bore him a child in the sweet month of May
  And they named the child after its mother

  Some months had passed by, when the summer had come
  And a letter arrived in the night
  From a farmer in Fermoy, the letter begun
  It is to the family of Bridget, I write
  He said, "For some weeks now, I could not explain
  Whenever the night came around
  Whatever wee food on the table remained
  By early next morning, could never be found".

  "So I with suspicion, decided one night
  To stay, so I might catch a thief
  When, in from the door walked a beautiful sight
  Young Bridget O'Shea, as I've come to believe".
  She told how the fairies had stole her away
  And left, but a changeling instead
  And to eat of their food meant with them, she must stay
  "But for that my family should save me", she said.

  Her husband and father and mother agreed
  To seek out a priest as their guide
  For, knowledge and faith, they surely would need
  And so, on the clergy, they often relied
  They found them a priest, who was Father McGuinn
  Who heard what they had for to say
  "To save her", said he, "puts her husband in sin
  For he married another, when she went away".

  "And though, it is sad that we lose a young lass
  When she once was happy and gay
  Her time with the fairies, it someday will pass
  But, a sin does not leave us, and Bridget must stay".
  And when our young bridget had heard of the news,
  She lowered her head with a sigh
  And ate of the food that the fairies had grew
  And stayed with them for 'till she laid down and died.
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  berylblue

  LITTLE BROWN CHURCH IN THE VALE

  If you chose to play the music, the song you should hear playing in the background is "Little Brown Church In the Vale." This song was adopted by the St. Bridget Historical Society as their "Official St. Bridget Song." A funny story about this song: A lady who often came to our St. Bridget Day Celebrations, when we use this song with our lyrics, heard "Little Brown Church In the Vale" on her radio. She never knew it even existed, so she was shocked to hear the song on the radio. She called the wife of one of our Historical Society Officers upset that SOMEONE stole our song and changed the lyrics. The Officer's wife had to confess that it was US who borrowed their tune and put our words to it.

  We hope you enjoy the origins of our "borrowed" song.

  ---

  Words & Music: Dr. William S. Pitts, 1857

  The following information and pictures were taken from THE CYBER HYMNAL, a source for mainly Protestant church music information on the internet. It can be accessed by clicking on this link

  History of song: Little Brown Church in the Vale

  His story about the origin of the song:

  One bright afternoon of a day in June 1857, I first set foot in old Bradford, Iowa, coming by stage from McGregor. My home was in Wisconsin. The spot where the "Little Brown Church" now stands was a setting of rare beauty. There was no church there but the spot was there waiting for it. When back in my home I wrote the song "The Little Brown Church in the Vale." I put the manuscript away. In the spring of 1862 I returned to Iowa and settled at Fredericksburg...

  Soon after its publication the church at Bradford, which had been painted brown (for want of money to buy better paint, some say), became known as "The Little Brown Church in the Vale." My hope is that it will stand for a thousand years and call the old man and his descendants to worship.

  
  
  

  Original Lyrics:

  St. Bridget Version:

  There's a church in the valley by the wildwood, No lovelier spot in the dale; No place is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale.	There's a St. Bridget Church in the Country No lovelier place on a hill. No spot is so dear to my childhood, As this St. Bridget Church on a hill.
  Refrain: Come to the church in the wildwood, Oh, come to the church in the dale, No spot is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale.	Refrain: Oh Come Come Come Come Come to the Church in the Country, Oh Come to the Church on the hill No spot is so dear to our childhood As this little country Church on a hill.
  How sweet on a clear, Sabbath morning, To list to the clear ringing bell; Its tones so sweetly are calling, Oh, come to the church in the vale.	How sweet on a bright Sabbath morning, To list to the clear ringing bell; It's tones so sweetly are calling. Oh come to the church on the hill.
  Refrain:	Refrain:
  There, close by the church in the valley, Lies one that I loved so well; She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, 'neath the willow, Disturb not her rest in the vale.	As we wander today with our families, We remember the days of yesterday, Let us gather and worship together, At this St. Bridget Church so dear.
  Refrain:	Refrain:
  There, close by the side of that loved one, To the trees where the wild flowers bloom, When the farewell hymn shall be chanted I shall rest by her side in the tomb.
  Refrain:
  From the church in the valley by the wildwood, When day fades away into night, I would fain from this spot of my childhood Wing my way to the mansions of light.
  Refrain:
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  StinkyPantz

  Beryl-

  I love you so much. . .

  I guess I kinda forgot my name was Irish. . geez. . what corny songs, eh?