Archive for the ‘Songs’ Category

~ Prelude to a Valentine ~   1 comment

(Just some old words, crying for some music to turn them into a song)

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Just an old familiar song I hear
Keeps wanderin’ back to me
Brings me back to times so dear
When you were here with me
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It’s just a melody
That brings back memories
A soft and tender tune
Beneath the stars and moon
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Along a lonely avenue
With nothing there to see
Notes ring out so clear and true
This haunting melody
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It’s just a melody
That brings back memories
A soft and tender tune
Beneath the stars and moon
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Don’t think that I’ll get over you
It’s plain for me to see
I’m still held by a love that’s true
A haunting melody.
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It’s just a melody
That brings back memories
A soft and tender tune
Beneath the stars and moon
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You come into my arms again
Your bright eyes look at me
Seems you heard that same refrain
That haunting melody.

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It’s just a melody
That brings back memories
A soft and tender tune
Beneath the stars and moon

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Posted January 31, 2018 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Memories, Other Art, Personal, Songs

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~~ Windsong~~   3 comments

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In the window, candle’s glowing

Cool and soft, the nightwind’s blowing

Far too long my heart’s been roaming

Windsong carry me home

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Far flung dreams too long were calling

In pace with storms and rain a-falling

Now I would no longer roam

Windsong take me home

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Longing to see her face so fair

And smell her fragrance in the air

Hear her voice so soft, so clear

Windsong carry me home

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Now I’m in her arms again

She shelters me from storm and rain

And the windsong stops its sad refrain

For at long last, I’m home

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Posted October 30, 2014 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Personal, Poetry, Songs

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Fridays by the Fountain   3 comments

 

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4th of July *** Big Band, Jazz, Dixieland, and some Patriotic music by the Heidman Band at “Fridays by the Fountain”.

During the late Spring and Summer the Morris Civic Auditorium in South Bend presents live music by the fountain in

front f the auditorium from 10:30am til 3:30pm on every Friday.  Most of the bands are local talent, and are quite good,

(at least some of them), and once in a while a group from Chicago will show up.  If you get lucky they might even have a

good vocalist in the group.   It’s a great place to go and have lunch, listen to some good tunes, and while away a couple of

hours.  Best part is that it’s free (except for lunch).

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Posted July 6, 2014 by PapaBear in Experiences, Prose, Songs

Under a Clear and Starry Sky (an unfinished song)   2 comments

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Cooled by a playful summer breeze

Eyes raised up to the stars

Astounded by the twinkling light

Even the planets, Venus…, Mars

Show their faces in the night

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The hour of midnight comes and goes

 I sit here with a lonely heart

Under a clear and starry sky

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Ursus Major, Orion, Diana

Stretch farther than he sees

Out into universal realms

Of Polaris and Pleiades

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The hour of midnight comes and goes

And I sit here with a lonely heart

Wondering how…, and why

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Posted April 15, 2014 by PapaBear in A Little Romance, Experiences, Memories, Poetry, Songs

~~ A Wintertime Heart ~~   6 comments

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Her hair was black

And her eyes were blue

She was slender and tall

And beautiful too

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I knew she was trouble

Right from the start

Cause I’m a summertime boy

And She had wintertime heart

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She was cruising’ the boardwalk

Keepin’ time with the beat

And she knew that she had

Every eye on the street

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I knew she was trouble

Right from the start

Cause I’m a summertime boy

And She had a wintertime heart

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Walked by when I passed her

Didn’t give her a glance

Kept my eyes on the street

Didn’t give her a chance

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I knew she was trouble

Right from the start

Cause I’m a summertime boy

And She had a wintertime heart

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Paused at the corner

I was hopin’ we’d meet

When I looked there beside me

She was crossin’ the street

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I knew she was trouble

Right from the start

Cause I’m a summertime boy

And She’s got a wintertime heart

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Eyes met as we stood there

And I knew, wrong or right

The choice had been made

Who she’d chosen tonight

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I knew she was trouble

Right from the start

Cause I’m a summertime boy

And She’s got a wintertime heart

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But it was Springtime now

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(My amateur effort at another song.  Pick your own genre and beat)

~More Footprints…~   2 comments

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He rolled sleepily out of bed and trudged down the hallway to turn up the heat on the thermostat.  It was cold in the house.  It always was this time of morning, this time of year.  He turned the heat down every night, thinking to save on his utility bill.  Crawling lazily back into the warm bed, he waited for the heat to make the house bearable and closed his eyes.

Footprints…, they kept appearing in his thoughts, in his dreams.  What was the connection?  What did they mean…, and what about those strange dreams?  With a big sigh, he opened his eyes again, rolled out of bed and methodically started another day.  Make the bed, shower, shave, brush teeth, comb hair, get dressed and get out the door…, oh, and let’s not forget coffee.  He couldn’t face the day without at least one cup.  All in 30 minutes?  Impossible?  Not for him.  It had been his routine since he was in the military.  Back then revelie had been at 5:30 – hit the deck running, and be ready for inspection by 6:a.m.  In those habits he had changed little over the years. Enough reverie about revelie…, time to grab some coffee and get to work!

On his drive into the city, he usually had listened to a radio news station to get a glimpse of what had happened around the world and any local news but today he had tuned to a music station, a country music station, totally unusual for him.  He was lost in thoughts and melody when she suddenly appeared right in front of the car, too close for him to have a chance to stop, but he slammed on the brakes anyway, skidding the car sideways in the road.  There had been no sound of impact or anything to indicate he had hit anyone, or anything but he was still shaken and heart was pounding as he got out of the car.  A quick examination showed no damage to the car anywhere, only skid marks on the road where he had braked and skid.  Everything looked weirdly alright…, until he walked in front of the car and saw them – footprints…, wet footprints leading out to the middle of the road and then disappearing.  He crawled back into the car and pulled to the side of the road, suddenly feeling drained, almost sick.  What in the hell is it with these footprints ?  Just then a song came on the radio, by a singer he’d never heard before, a song he’d never heard before.

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Footprints in the sand, footprints in my heart

Don’t you understand, I was yours right from the start

I will keep on trying…, crying…, trying

Til I reach that place where your love is lying

Waiting there for me to hold again.

As the song ended the DJ announced…, “This dedication went out for the guy sitting along State Line Road from the ‘Fallen Angel’, folks”.   He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.  Wait!  I’m sitting on State Line Road !  I just really don’t need this.  Fallen Angel…, what does that mean?  Who is that?  He put the car in gear and continued to work.  With the events of the morning, the rest of the day became a muddled confusion.

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Christmas Songs   1 comment

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Christmas in Eire

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An old traditional
Irish Christmas carol is “Curoo, Curoo,” or the Carol of the Birds. It is
thought to date back to at least the 18th century.

Full many a bird did wake and fly Curoo, curoo, curoo

Full many a bird did wake and fly To the manger bed with a wandering cry

On Christmas day in the morning Curoo, curoo, curoo Curoo, curoo, curoo

The lark, the dove, the red bird came Curoo, curoo, curoo

The lark, the dove, the red bird came And they did sing in sweet Jesus’ name

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as day in the morning Curoo, curoo, curoo Curoo, curoo, curoo

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The owl was there with eyes so wide Curoo, curoo, curoo

The owl was there with eyes so wide And he did sit at sweet Mary’s side

On Christmas day in the morning Curoo, curoo, curoo Curoo, curoo, curoo

The shepherds knelt upon the hay Curoo, curoo, curoo

The shepherds knelt upon the hay And angels sang the night away

On Christmas day in the morning Curoo, curoo, curoo Curoo, curoo, curoo

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A Dutch Christmas Carol

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Here are the English lyrics of this lovely Dutch Christmas Carol.

bellsJesus, You are welcome here with us today. You came to earth from heaven on Christmas day.

Jesus, You are welcome now to stay with us again. In our sinful hearts, give us mercy, come and reign.

Kyrieleis. (Have mercy, Lord)

“Christ have mercy on us”, we together sing. For what You’ve done to save us our praise we bring.

You were born on Christmas, God among us here to be. Bringing us salvation, from sin to set us free.

Kyrieleis. (Have mercy, Lord)

Shepherds in the fields heard angels’ words of cheer. They could not understand it: they shook with fear.

“Go and find your Savior,” said the angel in the skies. “Leave your sheep to seek him: in Bethlehem he lies.”

Kyrieleis. (Have mercy, Lord)

Wise men came to seek him from a distant land. To give their richest treasure was what they planned.

Placing gold and frankincense and myrrh before their King, Love and adoration, the best of gifts to bring.

Kyrieleis. (Have mercy, Lord.)

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(In the Dutch Language)

Jezus, u bent van harte welkom hier bij ons. U kwam naar de aarde vanuit de hemel op Eerste Kerstdag. Jezus, u bent van harte welkom om bij ons logeren. In onze zondige harten, ons genade, en reign. Kyrieleis. (Genade, Lord)

“Christus zijn genade op ons”, we samen zingen. Voor wat u hebt gedaan om te voorkomen dat onze lof brengen we. U bent geboren op Kerstmis, God onder ons. Ons heil, van zonde om ons gratis. Kyrieleis. (Genade, Lord)

Herders in de velden horen angels’ bemoedigende woorden. Ze konden niet begrijpen dat zij schudde met angst. “Ga en zoek uw Verlosser,” zei de engel in de hemel. “Laat uw schapen te trachten hem: te Bethlehem hij ligt.” Kyrieleis. (Genade, Lord)

Wijs mannen kwamen om hem uit een ver land. De rijkste schat was wat ze gepland. Het goud en frankincense werd binnengebracht en mirre voor hun Koning, liefde en aanbidding, het beste van geschenken te brengen. Kyrieleis. (Genade, Lord.)

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Christmas in Spain is celebrated by singing special songs, called villancicos. They are sung at intimate parties with close friends, mainly by children who are the protagonists of the celebrations. Spaniards are people who love to get together with family to eat and enjoy each others company and sing Christmas Carols next to the Christmas tree or Nativity scene.

The Virgin is combing between curtain and curtain. The hair is gold and the comb of fine silver.

But mira as drink the fish in the river but looks like drink by see the born God.

Drink and drink and go back to drinking the fish in the river to see God birth.

The Virgin is washing and tending in the Romero. The little angels singing and the romero flourish

but looks like drink the fish in the river but look as drink to see the God born.

Drink and drink and go back to drinking the fish in the river to see God birth.

The Virgin is washing with soap and a little bit. If you removed the hands of my heart.

But mira as drink the fish in the river but looks like drink by see the born God ……..

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La Virgen se esta peinando entre cortina y cortina. Los cabellos son de oro y el peine de plata fina.

Pero mira como beben los peces en el río pero mira como beben por ver al Dios nacido. Beben y beben y vuelven a beber los peces en el río por ver a Dios nacer.

La Virgen está lavando y tendiendo en el romero. Los angelitos cantando y el romero floreciendo

Pero mira como beben los peces en el río pero mira como beben por ver al Dios nacido. Beben y beben y vuelven a beber los peces en el río por ver a Dios nacer.

La Virgen está lavando con un poquito é jabón. Si le quitaran las manos manos de mi corazón.

Pero mira como beben los peces en el río pero mira como beben por ver al Dios nacido……..

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Russian Carols

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Those evening bells! Those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells
of youth, and home and that sweet time,
When last I heard their soothing chime.
Those joyous hours are past away,
And many a heart that then was gay
Within the tomb now darkly dwells
And hears no more these evening bells.
And so ’twill be when I am gone; That tuneful peal will still ring
on while other bards will walk these dells,
and sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
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Вечерний звон, вечерний звон!
Как много дум наводит он
О юных днях в краю родном,
Где я любил, где отчий дом.
И как я, с ним навек простясь,
Там слушал звон в последний раз!

Уже не зреть мне светлых дней
Весны обманчивой моей!
И сколько нет теперь в живых
Тогда веселых, молодых!
И крепок их могильный сон;
Не слышен им вечерний звон.

Лежать и мне в земле сырой!
Напев унывный надо мной
В долине ветер разнесет;
Другой певец по ней пройдет.
И уж не я, а будет он
В раздумье петь вечерний звон

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A Carol from Italy

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You Come Down from the Stars (English)

 You come down from the stars Oh King of Heavens, And you come in a cave In the cold, in the frost.
And you come in a cave In the cold, in the frost.
Oh my Divine Baby I see you trembling here, Oh Blessed God, Ah, how much it cost you, Your loving me.

Ah, how much it cost you, Your loving me.

For you, who are of all the world The creator, No robes and fire, Oh my Lord. No robes and fire, Oh my Lord.
Dear chosen one, little infant This dire poverty, Makes me love you more Since Love made you poor now.
Since Love made you poor now.

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Tu scendi dalle stelle (Italian)

Tu scendi dalle stelle O Re del Cielo E vieni in una grotta Al freddo al gelo.

E vieni in una grotta Al freddo al gelo.

O Bambino mio Divino Io ti vedo qui a tremar, O Dio Beato Ah, quanto ti costò L’avermi amato.

Ah, quanto ti costò L’avermi amato.

A te che sei del mondo, Il creatore Mancano panni e fuoco, O mio Signore.

Mancano panni e fuoco, O mio Signore.

Caro eletto, Pargoletto, Quanto questa povertà, Piu m’innamora

Giacche ti fece amor Povero ancora.

Giacche ti fece amor Povero ancora.

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Good Night Everybody !

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Posted December 15, 2013 by PapaBear in Experiences, History, Prose, Songs, Uncategorized

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