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The Old Man

Lyrics: Irish musician, songwriter and record producer from Derry, Northern Ireland, Phil Coulter.

Vocals: Irish folk band ‘The Fureys’, originally formed in 1974, from Ballyfermot, Dublin, and Irish folk singer, originally from Co. Donegal, Davy Arthur.

The Old Man

The tears have all been shed now,
We’ve said our last goodbyes.
His soul’s been blest,
He’s laid to rest,
And it’s now I feel alone.
He was more then just a father,
A teacher, my best friend,
He can still be heard,
In the tunes we’ve shared,
When we played them on our own.
Oh I’ll never will forget him,
For he made me what I am.
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
I miss my old man.
As a boy, he’d take me walking,
Through mountains, field, and stream,
And he’d show me things,
Not know to kids,
And secrets between him and me.
Like the colors of the pheasant,
As he rises in the dawn,
And how to fish, and make a wish,
Beside a holy tree.
Oh, I’ll never will forget him,
For he made me what I am.
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
I miss my old man.
I thought he’d live forever,
Sure he seemed so big and strong,
But the minutes fly,
And the years roll by,
For a father and a son,
And suddenly when it happened,
There was so much left unsaid,
No second chance to tell him thanks,
For everything he’d done.
Oh, I’ll never will forget him,
For he made me what I am,
Though he may be gone,
Memories linger on,
I miss my old man.

End

Travelin’ Soldier.

Lyrics: American, Austin, Texas based country music singer and songwriter Bruce Robison.

Vocals: American country music band from Dallas, Texas, “The Chicks” (Previously known as the “Dixie Chicks”).

Travelin’ Soldier.

Two days past eighteen,
He was waiting for the bus in his army green.
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there’,
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair.
He’s a little shy so she give him a smile.
And he said would you mind sittin’ down for a while,
And talking to me, I’m feeling a little low.
She said I’m off in an hour and I know where we can go.
So they went down and they sat on the pier.
He said I bet you got a boyfriend, but I don’t care,
I got no one to send a letter to.
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you.
I cried,
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
Too young for him they told her.
Waitin’ for the love of a travelin’ soldier.
Our love will never end,
Waitin’ for the soldier to come back again.
Never more to be alone when the letter says,
A soldier’s coming home.
So the letters came from an army camp,
From California then Vietnam,
And he told her of his heart.
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of,
He said when it’s getting kinda rough over here,
I think of that day sittin’ down at the pier,
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile.
Don’t worry but I won’t be able to write for a while.
I cried,
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy.
Too young for him they told her,
Waitin’ for the love of a travelin’ soldier.
Our love will never end,
Waitin’ for the soldier to come back again.
Never more to be alone when the letter says,
A soldier’s coming home.
One Friday night at a football game,
The Lord’s Prayer said and the anthem sang.
A man said “folks would you bow your head,
For the list of local Vietnam dead”.
Crying all alone under the stands,
Was the piccolo player in the marching band,
And one name read and nobody really cared,
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair.
I cried,
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy.
Too young for him they told her,
Waitin’ for the love of a travelin’ soldier.
Our love will never end.
Waitin’ for the soldier to come back again.
Never more to be alone when the letter says,
A soldier’s coming home.
I cried,
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy.
Too young for him they told her,
Waitin’ for the love of a travelin’ soldier.
Our love will never end.
Waitin’ for the soldier to come back again,
Never more to be alone when the letter says,
A soldier’s coming home.

END.