Lyrics and Vocals: South London based English singer-songwriter Rose Betts.
Take This Body Home.
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be at your back. May all the rains fall with tenderness, On the fields and forgotten tracks. May your hardened heart be woken, By the soft and distant song, Of all you left here unspoken, All the shards we keep stepping on. Take this body home, Take this body home, Call the wind, and let her know. Take this life outgrown, Take this broken soul, Call the stars, call them all, And take it high, take it far, take it home. May the dark and bitter feelings, Take the path to quiet release. May all your wounds find their healing, In the last and enduring sleep. Take this body home. Take this body home, Call the wind, and let her know. Take this life outgrown, Take this broken soul, Call the stars, call them all, And take it high, take it far, take it home. Take it high, take it far, take it home. Take it high, take it far, take it home. Take it high, take it far, take it home. Oh, take it high, take it far, take it home.
Lyrics: American country singer and songwriter the late Max Barnes, (1935 – 2004). Vocals: Irish country, traditional and easy listening singer, the late Big Tom McBride, (1936 – 2018).
The Same Way You Came In.
Oh we’re going out the same way we came in. Don’t matter who you know or where you’ve been. Makes no difference who you are, Skid Row Joe or superstar, You’re going out the same way you came in. We are born into this world without a thing, And we leave it just as naked as we came. You may drive a Coup de Ville, own a mansion on a hill, Don’t mean nothing when Saint Peter calls your name. Oh you’re going out the same way you came in. Someone will notify your next of kin. Some will weep and some will moan, some will spit upon your stone, But you’re going out the same way you came in. Oh they lay you out in all your fancy clothes, And they’ll figure out just who and what you own. Then the lawyers line their nest and your kinsfolk gets the rest, Oh you can’t take it with you when you go. Oh you’re going out the same way you came in. Makes no difference who you know or where you’ve been. Makes no difference who you are, Skid Row Joe or superstar, You’re going out the same way you came in. Oh you’re going out the same way you came in. Makes no difference who you know or where you’ve been. Makes no difference who you are, Skid Row Joe or superstar, You’re going out the same way you came in. Yeah, you’re going out the same way you came in.
The Warrenpoint Co. Down Irish singer Ms Clodagh Rodgers sadly passed away on Good Friday last, April 18th aged 78 years. Ms Rodgers, who had been ill for around three years, passed away at her home in Cobham, Surrey, England, where she had lived for many years.
Ms Rodgers was best known for her hit singles which included “Come Back and Shake Me”, “Goodnight Midnight” and “Jack in the Box” and albums including “You Are My Music”, “It’s Different Now” and “Save Me”.
Save Me
Ms Rodgers was asked to represent the UK in the 1971 Eurovision Song Contest in Dublin. Despite being a Roman Catholic female and from Northern Ireland, she received death threats from the Irish Republican Army (IRA); latter who regarded her as a traitor, as a result of her agreeing to appear for the United Kingdom. Regional juries decided she was the winner, with her song “Jack in the Box”, with lyrics written by John Worsley and David Myers. On Eurovision night she went on to finish in fourth place, behind Monaco, Spain and Germany.
Ms Rodgers was married twice; firstly to Mr John Morris in 1968, in London. Mr Morris later became her manager, with the marriage producing one son, before they divorced in 1979. She married her second husband, guitarist Mr Ian Sorbie, in 1987; with whom she had a second son in 1984. They remained married until Ian’s death from a brain tumour in 1995.
Ms Rodgers had numerous successes on stage and screen, including ‘Sunday Night at the London Palladium’; ‘The Morecambe and Wise Show’; ‘The Two Ronnies’; ‘The Bill’ and became the face of ‘Bisto Gravy’, in a series of television advertisements.
Lyrics: British folk singer-songwriter, folk song collector, labour activist and actor, the late James Henry Miller (1915 – 1989), better known by his stage name Ewan MacColl. Vocals: Dublin born Irish singer, folk musician and actor, the late Luke Kelly(1940 – 1984).
Come My Little Son.
Come me little son, And I will tell you what we’ll do. Undress yourself and get into bed, And the tale I’ll tell to you. It’s all about your Daddy, He’s a man you seldom see, For he’s had to roam, Far away from home, Far away from you and me.
[Chorus:] Remember laddie he’s still your Dad, Though he’s working far away. In the cold and heat all the hours of the week, On England’s motorway.
Now when you fall, And hurt yourself, And get a feeling bad, It isn’t any good to go running for your Dad. For the only time since you were born, He’s had to spend with you, He was out of a job, And he hadn’t a bob, He was signing on the brew.
[Repeat Chorus]
Sure we’d like your Daddy here, Yes, sure it would be fine, To have him working nearer home, And to see him all the time, But beggars can’t be choosers, And we have to bear our load, For we need the money your Daddy earns, A working on the road. Remember laddie he’s still your Dad, And he’ll soon be home to stay, For a week or two with me and you, When he’s built the motorway. END.
The great Leitrim native Seamus O’Rourke, writer, director, actor, poet and independent producer (Big Guerilla Productions) has a chance meeting with “The Beardy Buck in the Long White Gown”.
Look out for that “Buck in the Long White Gown”.☻☻
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