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When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again.

Lyrics: Popular 1940s country television performer, dancer, singer and fiddler, the late Wiley Walker (1911-1966) and songwriter, the late Gene Sullivan (1914–1984).
Vocals: American country music singer, songwriter, guitarist and fiddler, the late Merle Haggard (1937–2016).

When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again.

When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold Again.

When my blue moon turns to gold again,
And the rainbow turns the clouds away,
But someday they’ll live again, sweetheart,
And my blue moon again will turn to gold.

Memories that linger in my heart,
Memories that make my heart grow cold,
Then someday they’ll live again, sweetheart,
And my blue moon again will turn to gold.

When my blue moon turns to gold again,
And the rainbow turns the clouds away,
When my blue moon turns to gold again,
You’ll be back within my arms to stay.
You’ll be back within my arms to stay.

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“Peace Poem” – Song “Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream”.

Lyrics & Poem: American and Canadian singer of contemporary and English folk music, songwriter, and character actor the late Ed McCurdy, (1919–2000).
Vocals: American country and folk singer, songwriter, and actor the late John Denver, (1943–1997), born Henry John Deutschendorf Jr.

Peace Poem.
By Ed McCurdy.

There’s a name for war and killing,
And there’s a name for giving in when you know another answer,
For me the name is sin.
But there’s still time to turn around and make all hatred cease,
And give another name to living, we could call it “Peace”,
And peace would be the road we walk, each step along the way,
And peace would be the way we work and peace the way we play.
And in all we see that’s different and in all the things we know,
Peace would be the way we look, peace the way we grow.
There’s a name for separation.
There’s a name for first and last,
When it’s all for us or nothing,
For me the name is past.
But there’s still time to turn around and make all hatred cease,
And give a name to all the future, we could call it“Peace”,
And if peace is what we pray for,
And if peace is what we give,
Then peace will be the way we are,
And peace the way we live.
For there still is the time to turn around,
And make all hatred cease,
And give another name to living,
We can call it “Peace”,“Peace”,“Peace”.

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Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream.

Last Night I Had The Strangest Dream.

Last night I had the strangest dream,
I never dreamed before.
I dreamed the world had all agreed,
To put an end to war.

I dreamed I saw a mighty room,
And the room was filled with men,
And the paper they were signing said,
They’d never fight again.

And when the papers was all signed,
And a million copies made,
They all joined hands and bowed their heads,
And grateful prayers were prayed.

And the people in the streets below,
Were dancing round and round,
And guns and swords and uniforms,
Were scattered on the ground.

Last night I had the strangest dream,
I never dreamed before,
I dreamed the world had all agreed,
To put an end to war.

Last night I had the strangest dream,
I never dreamed before,
I dreamed the world had all agreed,
To put an end to war.
I dreamed the world had all agreed,
To put an end to war.

END.

Jersey Thursday.

Lyrics and Vocals: Scottish musician, songwriter(lyrics emblematic of the flower power era) and record producer, Donovan Phillips Leitch, known mononymously (without a surname or middle name), using only the single name ‘Donovan‘.

The song, hereunder, depicts a dreamy, mystical scene of “gulls wheeling, spinning” by the seaside on a Thursday. The lyrics evoke a peaceful, timeless feeling, not specifically tied to any location, but rather a mood, possibly hinting at a quiet, reflective time, spent away from the usual busy bustle of everyday living.

Jersey Thursday.

Jersey Thursday.

In the tiny piece of coloured glass my love was born,
And reds and golds and yellows were the colours in the dawn.
Night brought on its purple cloak of velvet to the sky,
And the girls go willing spinning on Jersey Thursday.

In the tiny piece of coloured glass my love was born,
And reds and golds and yellows were the colours in the dawn.
Night brought on its purple cloak of velvet to the sky,
And the gulls were wheeling, spinning on Jersey Thursday.

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