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Wishing all our readers, both at home and abroad, a very Happy Easter Holiday.
Lord I Hope This Day Is Good.
Lyrics: Song writer David Hanner, latter a member of The Corbin Hanner Band.
Vocals: American country music singer, songwriter the late Don Ray Williams (1939 – 2017).
Lord I Hope This Day Is Good.
Lord, I hope this day is good.
I’m feelin’ empty and misunderstood.
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should,
But Lord I hope this day is good.
Lord, have you forgotten me.
I’ve been prayin’ to you faithfully.
I’m not sayin’ I’m a righteous man,
But Lord I hope you understand.
I don’t need fortune and I don’t need fame.
Send down the thunder, Lord, send down the rain,
But when you’re plannin’ just how it will be
Plan a good day for me.
Lord, I hope this day is good.
I’m feelin’ empty and misunderstood.
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should,
But Lord I hope this day is good.
You’ve been the King since the dawn of time.
All that I’m askin’ is a little less crime.
It might be hard for the devil to do,
But it would be easy for you.
Lord, I hope this day is good.
I’m feelin’ empty and misunderstood.
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should,
But Lord I hope this day is good.
END
The Old Rugged Cross
Vocals: American singer-songwriter Alan Jackson.
Lyrics: Songwriter: American evangelist and song-leader George Bennard (1873–1958).
The Old Rugged Cross.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame.
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best,
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down.
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
To that old rugged cross I will ever be true,
It’s shame and reproach gladly bear.
Then he’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where his glory forever I’ll share.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down.
And I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.
END
Hold My Hand.
Lyrics: M. Coleman
Singer: Liverpool native; English comedian; music hall entertainer; singer, and actor, the late, great Sir Kenneth Arthur Dodd. OBE. (1927 – 2018)
Hold My Hand.
Hello world of yesterday,
We’re looking out to find a way,
For the children.
With a happy song and a happy face,
We can make this world a better place,
For the children.
If all the nations join and sing,
The bells around the world will ring,
For the children.
And what we have we’d like to share,
And show you all that the children care,
For the children.
And when beaming out around the world,
To every other boy and girl
We’re holding hands and reaching out for all of you.
Hold my hand, hold it tight,
Hold my hand if you’re yellow, black or white,
Children of the world unite,
Keep the candle burning bright,
Hold my hand if your yellow, black or white.
Over the oceans nationwide,
You can always reach to the other side,
For the children.
We can send our love, we can send some smiles,
Send love and peace a thousand miles,
For the children.
We shall leave a guiding light,
And sing along into the night,
For the children.
What a wonderful place this world would stay,
If we all held hands each and every day,
Like the children.
And when singing out around the world,
To every other boy and girl,
We’re holding hands and reaching out for all of you.
Hold my hand, hold it tight,
Hold my hand if you’re yellow, black or white,
Children of the world unite,
See the candle burning bright,
Hold my hand if your yellow, black or white.
Hold my hand, hold it tight,
Hold my hand if you’re yellow, black or white,
Children of the world unite,
See your candle burning bright,
Hold my hand if your yellow, black or white.
Hold my hand if your yellow, black or white.
END.
Lyrics: American musician and Nobel Laureate Bob Dylan, originally written as a poem, in response to the Cuban Missile Crisis of October 22nd – November 20th, 1962, which saw confrontation between the United States and the Soviet Union. This confrontation quickly escalated into an international crisis, when American deployments of missiles in Italy and Turkey were matched by Soviet deployments of similar ballistic missiles in Cuba.
The song is characterized by symbolist imagery, which communicates suffering, pollution, and warfare, latter once again being threatened within our time living on this earth.
Vocals: American singer, songwriter, musician, and activist Joan Chandos Baez.
A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall.
Oh, where have you been, my blue eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains.
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways.
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests.
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it’s hard, and it’s hard, it’s hard, and it’s hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it.
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it.
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’.
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin’.
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken.
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it’s hard, and it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, is it roared out a warnin’.
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world.
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin’.
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’.
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’.
I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.
I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it’s hard, and it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
And who did you meet, my blue eyed son?
Oh, who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony.
I met a white man who walked a black dog.
I met a young woman whose body was burning.
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow.
I met one man who was wounded in love.
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
Well, I’m a goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a fallin’.
Well, I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty.
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters.
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison.
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden.
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten.
Where black is the color, and none is the number.
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it,
And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’.
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’,
And it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
END
“I’ve Gotta Be Me” was once a popular song that first appeared in the Broadway musical “Golden Rainbow”, which opened in New York City at the Shubert Theatre on February 4th, 1968.
The song, which spent seven weeks at No1 on the ‘Easy Listening Chart’, and which is rarely played on radio today, has been used in the past in two advertising commercials to promote soft drinks, namely ‘Diet Coke‘ and ‘Dr Pepper‘ and also the compact crossover, Sports Utility Vehicle (SUV), the ‘Mitsubishi Outlander‘.
“I’ve Gotta Be Me”
Singer: American singer, dancer, actor, comedian, film producer and television director, Sammy Davis Jr. [1925 – 1990]
Lyrics: American songwriter, playwright, screenwriter, and novelist, Walter Marks.
Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong
Whether I find a place in this world or never belong
I gotta be me, I’ve gotta be me
What else can I be but what I am
I want to live, not merely survive
And I can’t give up this dream
Of life that keeps me alive
I gotta be me, I gotta be me
The dream that I see makes me what I am
That far away prize, a world of success
Is waiting for me if I heed the call
I won’t settle down, won’t settle for less
As long as there’s a chance that I can have it all
I’ll go it alone, that’s how it must be
I can’t be right for somebody else
If I’m not right for me
I gotta be free, I’ve gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I’ve gotta be me.
I’ll go it alone, that’s how it must be
I can’t be right for somebody else
If I’m not right for me
I gotta be free, I just gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I gotta be me.
END
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