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”.☻☻
The 60s American singer-songwriter, Mr Johnny Tillotson, has sadly passed away at the age of 86 years. His wife Nancy has stated that the singer died on April 1st, due to complications from Parkinson’s disease, while at his home in Los Angeles, surrounded by his family.
Announcing his death on Facebook she stated: “It is with a broken heart that I write to let you know that the sweetest, kindest man I ever met Johnny Tillotson, left earth for Heaven yesterday. He was my best beloved, champion of my realm, knight of my heart. Someone said, that sometimes right in the middle of an ordinary life you get a fairy tale. The day I met him I got mine. He was funny, generous and kind. A gentleman through and through. He loved and was grateful to his fans, as he once said, they made every dream, I ever had, come true. Once again on his behalf I say thank you for that”.
One of his songs/lyrics, “It Keeps Right On a Hurtin” was recorded by numerous artists, including Elvis Presley, Dean Martin, Conway Twitty and Bobby Darin.
The singer and teen idol was a two-time Grammy nominee, and in 2014, he was inducted into America’s Pop Music Hall of Fame.
Mr Tillotson is survived by his wife Nancy of 45 years, his son John and John’s wife, stepdaughter Genevieve and his grandchildren, Nia, Jackson, Georgia and Gwyneth, his brother Dan and sister-in-law Virginia
Send Me The Pillow You Dream On.
Lyrics: American country music singer and songwriter, the late Hank Locklin(1918 – 2009) Vocals: American singer and songwriter, the late Johnny Tillotson(1938 – 2025)
Send Me The Pillow You Dream On.
Send me the pillow that you dream on, Don’t you know that I still care for you? Send me the pillow that you dream on, So darling, I can dream on it, too. Each night while I’m sleeping oh, so lonely, I’ll share your love in dreams that once were true. Send me the pillow that you dream on, So darling, I can dream on it, too. I’ve waited so long for you to write me, But just a memory’s all that’s left of you. Send me the pillow that you dream on, So darling, I can dream on it, too. So I can dream on it, too.
Lyrics and Vocals: American singer, songwriter, and musician Vincent Grant Gill.
Go Rest High On That Mountain.
I know your life, On earth was troubled, And only you could know the pain. You weren’t afraid to face the devil, You were no stranger to the rain. Go rest high on that mountain, Son your work on earth is done. Go to heaven a-shoutin’, Love for the Father and the Son. Oh, how we cried the day you left us, Gathered ’round your grave to grieve. Wish I could see the angels faces, When they hear your sweet voice sing. Go rest high on that mountain, Son your work on earth is done, Go to heaven a-shoutin’, Love for the Father and the Son. Go rest high on that mountain, Son your work on earth is done. Go to heaven a-shoutin’, Love for the Father and the Son. Go to heaven a-shoutin’, Love for the Father and the Son.
Lyrics and Vocals: American country music duo ‘Sugarland’ (Jennifer Nettles and Kristian Bush).
Mother.
She’ll take you in, feed your friends, Her open arms are welcoming, She’ll rub your back all night when you’re crying. She’ll listen to you tell your story. Hold your fear and all your worries, Help you find the truth when they’re all lying, Even when it’s hopeless, she keeps trying. She’s your mother, you love her, There won’t be another place like her again that you call home. She stands here to help you, there’s nothing she won’t do, As long as she’s alive you’re not alone you’ve got each other, That’s your mother. She fixes all the broken things, When you’re in love, she’s got a ring, To give to you, she hopes you’ll give away. She don’t care who you give it to, Where they’re from, if they pray like you, As long as they are good to you, that’s enough. First thing she taught you was love is love, She’s your mother, you love her. There won’t be another place like her again that you call home. She stands here to help you there’s nothing she won’t do, As long as she’s alive you’re not alone you’ve got each other, That’s your mother. When you fail her, when you’re afraid, And crying in the careless mess you’ve made, She’ll make you clean it up yourself and offer you a little help, And dry your weary eyes when you let her, But she’ll look at you and know you can do better, She’s your mother, you love her. There won’t be another place like her again that you call home. She stands here to help you there’s nothing she won’t do, As long as she’s alive you’re not alone. The secrets in your heart she’s always known, She’s a beacon, a harbour, A lighthouse, her armour, A promise and a blanket when it’s cold. You’ll understand it more when you get older, You’ve got each other, That’s your mother. You’ve got each other, That’s your mother.
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