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"ANOTHER PLACE, ANOTHER TIME"
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ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF CHIC AGO
IN THE STATE OF
SAT AN OLD MAN DREAMING
OF THE TIME
HE WAS A BOY
HIS DREAM WENT BACK ACROSS THE OCEAN
ANOTHER PLACE, ANOTHER TIME
TO THAT
LITTLE STONE BUILT COTTAGE
IN THE SHADOW OF THE MINE
HE STILL RECALLS HIS FATHERS GESTURES
REMEMBERS TOO HIS MOTHERS TEARS
THE
GRIMNESS OF THE SITUATION
HAS STAYED WITH HIM
THROUGH THE YEARS
FOR LIKE MANY MEN
BEFORE HIM
HIS FATHERS JOB WAS TO BE NO MORE
THE MINE WAS SCAT, THE STAMPS WERE SILENT
POVERTY KNOCKED AT THE DOOR
THEN THE MEETING AT THE CHAPEL
A MAN
STOOD UP TO HAVE HIS SAY
THERE ARE JOBS FOR ALL GOOD
MINERS
OVER IN THE U.S.A
HE SOLD
HIS SOUL AND WITH BORROWED MONEY
FATHER CAUGHT THE BOAT
BOUND TRAIN
WITH A PROMISE OF OUR MEETING
SOON IN BETTER TIMES AGAIN
THOSE BETTER TIMES WERE TWO YEARS COMING
TWO YEARS AS HARD AS THEY COULD BE
FATHER SAVED AND SENT THE MONEY
FOR
US TO SAIL ACROSS THE SEA
A
MEMORY OF AN OLD MAN
LONG AGO AND FAR BEHIND
SOMEWHERE FAR ACROSS THE OCEAN
ANOTHER PLACE, ANOTHER TIME
© Monday, 09 May 2005 Harry (Safari)
Glasson
THE MOONLIGHT IT IS SILVER
AND THE
STARLIGHT IT SHINES GOLD
AND THE FROST UPON THE BRIAR
SPARKLES BRIGHT AND SPARKLES COLD
AND
THE OWLS EERIE HOOTING CRY
IT ECHOES IN THE NIGHT
AND YOU, YOU LOOK SO WONDERFUL
IN THE
MISTY AUTUMN LIGHT
THE WOLF SHE PROWLS UPON THE MOOR
I
HEAR HER CALL YOUR NAME
IT'S GOING TO BE SO HARD FOR US TO SAY GOODBYE
MY HEART IT FEELS SO HEAVY THAT I FEEL THAT I SHALL DIE
AND AS YOU WALK AWAY PLEASE DON'T LOOK BACK TO SEE
I DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW
JUST HOW
MUCH YOU'RE HURTING ME
THE AUTUMN IT CAME EARLY
AND CAUGHT
US BY SURPRISE
WITH THE COOLNESS OF THE EVENING
AND THE DARKENING OF THE SKIES
I
THOUGHT OUR LOVE WAS WARM ENOUGH
TO COPE AND CARRY ON
WHAT WILL I DO NOW THAT AUTUMNS FOUND YOU
GONE
AS I LOOK TOWARD THE WINTER, THE COLD, THE SNOW, THE
FROST
I'M THINKING OF YOU AND THE LOVE THAT WE HAVE
LOST
I'M THINKING OF YOU AND THOSE WARM SUMMER DAYS
NOW I'M BEGGING OF YOU OH! PLEASE DON'T WALK
AWAY
THE WOLF HAS GONE AND SO HAVE YOU
LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
© WORDS BY P H GLASSON
© MUSIC
BY A. J. FOLEY
I AM WALKING DOWN THE VALLEY
AS THE
EVENING SHADOWS FALL
THE PERFUME OF THE ROSES
IS ON THE SUMMER EVENING BREEZE
DOWN
WHERE THE WAVES ARE LAPPING
I CAN HEAR THE SEAGULLS
CALL
I CAN GLIMPSE THE THATCHED ROOFED HOUSES
THROUGH THE TREES
I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF VOICES
AS I'M
WALKING DOWN THE VALE
SOMETIMES I CAN CATCH THAT SWEET
REFRAIN
I KNOW THE BOYS ARE IN THE BAR
EACH WITH THEIR GLASS OF ALE
AS THEY
SING THE CADGWITH ANTHEM ONCE AGAIN
THEN AWAY, THEN
AWAY
AS THEY SING THE CADGWITH ANTHEM ONCE AGAIN
I KNOW I LEFT THIS VALLEY SO MANY YEARS AGO
FOR WORK WAS SCARCE AND THERE WAS NO JOB FOR ME
I KNOW THE TIMES ARE CHANGING
HERE
THEY'RE CHANGING PRETTY SLOW
SOME BOYS STILL MAKE A
LIVING FROM THE SEA
THE VISITORS ARE SHOPPING WHERE THE NET LOFTS USED TO BE
SOME COTTAGES ARE EMPTY FOR SIX MONTHS OF THE YEAR
BUT THE PUBS STILL FULL ON FRIDAY NIGHT
WHICH IS SO GOOD TO SEE THEY STILL SING THE SONGS
THEY SANG WHEN I WAS HERE
© HARRY (SAFARI)
GLASSON
YOU STOLE MY INNOCENCE AWAY TOOK THE LOVE I GAVE THAT
DAY
TOOK MY RESPECT AWAY FROM ME
AND NOW YOU' VE RUN AWAY TO SEA AND GONE
MY PARENTS YET ARE UNAWARE OF THIS CHILD OF YOURS I
BEAR
BUT SOON NOW MY SHAME WILL SHOW AND MOM AND DAD ARE
GOING TO KNOW WHATS WRONG
DECISION TIME IS NOW AT HAND DO I STAY OR LEAVE THIS
LAND
I'VE BEEN PRAYING DAY AND NIGHT THAT YOU'LL
COME BACK AND DO WHATS RIGHT
BUT I KNOW I CRY AND PRAY
IN VAIN I KNOW YOU WO'NT RETURN AGAIN
SO ALONE I'LL BEAR
THE SHAME AND RAISE THIS CHILD WITHOUT YOUR NAME
YOU STOLE MY INOCENCE AWAY
TOOK THE LOVE I GAVE THAT DAY
TOOK MY RESPECT AWAY FROM
ME
AND YOU'VE RUN AWAY TO SEA AND GONE
Created by P H
GLASSON 08-2-92
BETH ROWE
NOW MY NAME IS BETH ROWE AND I'M A CLEVER YOUNG MAID
AND I WORK AT THE MINE FOR ME PAY
SO
BE EASY AND FREE WHEN YOU'RE DANCING WITH ME ,
I'M A MAID
YOU DON'T MEET EVERY DAY
WITH ME GOOK & ME SPALL WELL I GO TO THE BAL
AND I BREAK UP THE STONES ALL THE DAY
WITH MY HAMMER I SWING AND SOME HYMNS I DO SING
AND FOR A GOOD HUSBAND I'LL PRAY
TRY A KISS ON MY LIPS AND A HAND ON MY HIPS
I'M GOOD FOR A FAMILY THEY SAY
A FINE PASTY I BAKE ,A GOOD MOTHER I'LL MAKE
I CAN MEND AND MAKE DO ON YOUR PAY
SO COME ALL YOU LADS WITH YOUR PICKS AND YOUR GADS
YOU WHO LOOK AT MY HIPS AS THEY SWAY
WELL GOD BRING ME A MAN WITH A RING FOR MY HAND
AND I'LL WALK DOWN THE AISLE THIS DAY
©WORDS HARRY GLASSON 2004
TUNE
TRADITIONAL 'JOCK STEWART'
WALK WITH
ME
WALK WITH ME ALONG THE COAST OF CORNWALL
CAMP UPON HER BLEAK AND BARREN MOOR
WATCH THE SEAGULL GLIDE, THE BOAT UPON THE TIDE
AND LISTEN TO THE CRASHING ON HER SHORE
I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO WALK AROUND THIS
FROM TOWNS AND VILLAGES TO THE
HOUSE ON THE HILL
TO SEE IT NOW BEFORE THE SEAS ARE
STILL
WON'T YOU WALK WITH ME ALONG THE COAST OF CORNWALL
CAMP UPON HER BLEAK AND BARREN MOOR
WATCH THE SEAGULL GLIDE, THE BOAT UPON THE TIDE
AND LISTEN TO THE CRASHING ON HER SHORE
THERE'S AN UNPLEASANT SOUND IN THE DISTANCE
IT'S GETTING CLOSER , CLOSER EVERY DAY
IT'S THE SOUND OF MEN MARCHING WITH MONEY ON THEIR MINDS
TO BUILD, PULL DOWN AND CHANGE THIS LAND OF MINE
© W J RYAN
MAY 05
MONTANA WIND IT SURE BLOWS COLD
IT
BLOWS DOWN FROM CANADA
SO I HAVE BEEN TOLD
EATS INTO YOUR BEING
AND FREEZES
YOUR BREATH
I'VE HEARD THAT IT'S FROZEN
SOME GOOD MEN TO DEATH
FOR MONTANA'S RUGGED
AND MONTANA'S
ROUGH
TO LIVE IN MONTANA
YOU HAVE
TO BE TOUGH
THOSE MONTANA MEN
ARE AS HARD AS CAN BE
UP THERE IN THE
WINTER IS NO PLACE FOR ME
UP THERE IN BUTTE
THERE'S A HOLE IN
THE GROUND
YOU COULD BURY A CITY
AT LEAST A LARGE TOWN
THE MEN WHO DUG
IT
THEY KNEW VERY WELL
THEY WERE
DIGGING THEMSELVES
ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HELL
TIME STANDS STILL IN
OR SO IT APPEARS
YOU SEEM TO BE
DRIVING
FOR HOURS OR YEARS
THE
ROADS IN MONTANA
ARE AS STRAIGHT AS A DIE
FADE INTO THE DISTANCE
AND INTO
THE SKY
© P H Glasson Jan 2001
THE BUTTERFLY SO BEAUTIFUL
PUTS ON A
SUMMER SHOW
BUT WHEN THE WINTER COMES AROUND
THEN WHERE DOES IT GO
DOES IT DIE
FROM COLD
AND THE WINTER WIND AND RAIN
AND IN THE SUMMER
COME TO LIFE
AGAIN
Chorus
FOR LOVE IS LIKE THE
BUTTERFLY
THAT'S NURTURED IN THE SUN
AND FADES AS IT GETS COLDER
WHEN THE
SUMMER IT IS DONE
AND NOW THAT WINTERS HERE AGAIN
IT'S LONELY I WILL BE
FOR MY TRUE
LOVE HAS GONE AWAY FROM ME
I MET HIM IN THE SPRING TIME
WHEN THE SKIES WERE CLEAR AND BLUE
AND ALL THROUGH THE SUMMER DAYS
WE
DID WHAT LOVERS DO
BUT AS THE DAYS GROW COLDER
AND BLUE SKIES FADE TO GREY
MY TRUE
LOVE HAS TURNED AND WALKED AWAY
©
MISSISSIPPI
ROLL
ON MISSISSIPPI, ROLL ALONG SO SLOW
ROLL ON MISSISSIPPI,
TO WHERE YOU'VE GOT TO GO
PADDLE WHEELS ARE TURNING
OLD MUDDY RUNS BELOW
ROLL ON
MISSISSIPPI, TO THE GULF OF MEXICO
KING OF KINGLY RIVERS , PRINCE OF PRINCELY STREAMS
GIVER OF LIFE GIVERS, CENTRE OF MEN'S DREAMS
YOUR DEEP AND MUDDY WATERS HAVE RUN SINCE TIMES AGO
YOU TAKE YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS TO THE
YOU START IN
PASSING OUT AT
EVER SINCE I WAS A YOUNG BOY I HAVE HAD THE DREAM
THAT I WOULD ONE DAY GET TO SEE THAT GREAT AND MIGHTY
STREAM
IT WAS MARK TWAIN WHO TOLD ME THAT I HAD TO GO
AND FOLLOW THE
© Harry Glasson :
RISE UP WARRIORS ONE AND ALL
RISE UP
FROM THE GROUND
RISE UP, RISE UP AND HEAR THE CALL
YOUR TIME HAS COME AROUND
FOR HIGH UP ON THE BODMIN MOOR
IN
DOZMARY POOL SO DEEP
IN THE BRACKISH WATER THERE
EXCALIBER DOES SLEEP
THROWN BY STRONG
ARM LONG AGO
WHEN AT THE BATTLES END
KING ARTHUR CAST YOU TO YOUR BED
WITH
A BID TO COME AGAIN
AND IN THE HALLS OF CAMELOT
THE TABLE
SHALL BE SET
WHERE THE NOBLE KNIGHTS OF OLD
WILL ONCE AGAIN BE MET
WHERE THE
LANCE ONCE CASED WITH RUST
AGAIN WITH GLORY GLEAMS
ABOVE THE RUINED CASTLE WALLS
THE
BATTLE BANNER STREAMS
FOR THE COAL BLACK CHOUGH IS ON THE WING
WITH IT ARTHURS SOUL DOES FLY
AND
MERLINS MAGIC'S CALLING NOW
TO COAX HIM FROM THE SKY
AS LIGHTNING LEAPS FROM CARN TO CARN
TO THUNDEROUS REFRAIN
ALL TO
TO MAKE US ONE AGAIN
P H GLASSON 26.9.00
STEP BY WEARY STEP, RUNG BY GREASY RUNG
UPWARD FARTHER YET
UNTIL I'M DONE
UP TO THAT SPECK OF BLUE
THAT IS
SO FAR OVERHEAD
OH! STOUT HEART AND TRUE
PLEASE KEEP ME IN GOOD STEAD
MY WORKING DAY IS 'ORE
AND NOW I
MUST CLIMB
AT THE END OF THIS CORE
TO LEAVE MY WORK BEHIND
WITH HEAVING
HEART AND LUNGS
I MAKE TOWARDS THE AIR
CLINGING TO THE GREASY RUNGS
OH! GOD
HEAR MY PRAYER
DEEP DARKNESS DOWN BELOW
THE SWEET
LIGHT UP ABOVE
NOW NOT SO FAR TO GO
TO YOU MY LOVE
A MINERS LIFE IS
ROUGH
AS THE GRANITE IT IS STONE
THIS CLIMB UP IS TOUGH
WHEN YOU DO IT
ON YOUR OWN
GOD PLEASE GIVE ME THE POWER
TO CLIMB
TOWARDS THE LIGHT
IN THIS EVENING HOUR
OH! PLEASE KEEP ME RIGHT
WON'T YOU
GUIDE MY FEET LORD
AND FIRMLY GRIP MY HAND
FOR THE EVENING AIR IS SWEET LORD
WHEN I STAND UPON THIS LAND
© Lyrics; Harry (Safari) Glasson
©
Music; Anita J Foley
THE OLD
WAYS
YOU CAN'T
BEAT THE OLD WAYS FOR ME, 22 CARAT GOLD WAYS
WAYS THAT
WERE FORGED BY THOSE MEN OF THE PAST
PUT THE FUTURE
BEHIND US IN NOSTALGIA YOU'LL FIND US
BACK TO THE OLD
WAYS AT LAST
WE'VE HAD AMPLIFIERS IN ROCK AND ROLL BANDS
WE'VE HAD HOUSE MUSIC AND PLAYED ONE NIGHT STANDS
EVERY MODERN DEVICE WE'VE AT ONE TIME EMPLOYED IT
BUT YOU CAN'T BEAT THE
THERE'S MUSIC ON TELEPHONES PLAYED BY COMPUTERS
IT'S PIPED THROUGHOUT TRAINS TO MODERN COMMUTERS
I'VE HEARD IT MYSELF BUT SELDOM ENJOYED IT
BUT YOU CAN'T BEAT THE
YOU CAN'T BEAT THE OLD WAYS THEY'RE TRIED AND THEY'RE
TESTED
OH WE'VE TRIED TO CHANGE THEM BUT THEY'VE NEVER
BEEN BESTED
OUR FATHERS AND GRANDFATHERS FOUGHT TO
MAINTAIN THEM
AND YOU CAN'T BEAT THE
SO GIVE ME A BANJO AND A BACK PORCH TO SIT ON
AND FIVE OR SIX STRINGS WITH WHICH I CAN HIT ON
AND AN OLD FASHIONED TUNE THAT MEANS SOMETHING TO SOMEONE
YOU CAN'T BEAT THE
© PH Glasson
THE BALLAD OF JOHN
WESLEY
WHEN JOHN WESLEY CAME TO
CORNWALL
THERE WAS DRUNKENNESS AND SIN
SO JOHN HE ROLLED HIS SLEEVES UP
AND
THEN HE WADED IN
HE CONVERTED ALL THOSE SINNERS
WITH THE POWER OF GOD'S WORD
SING
GLORY HALLELUIAH PRAISE THE LORD
OH PRAISE THE LORD, OH PRAISE THE LORD
SING GLORY HALLELUIAH ON YOUR KNEES TO PRAISE THE LORD
WHEN JOHN WESLEY PREACHED A SERMON
YOU WOULD HANG ON EVERY WORD
SING
GLORY HALLELUIAH PRAISE THE LORD
JOHN HE HAD A BROTHER AND CHARLES WAS HIS NAME
FOR WRITING HYMNS AND PRAISES CHARLIE FOUND HIS FAME
NOW IN EVERY CHAPEL THEY ARE SUNG WITH ONE ACCORD
SING GLORY HALLELUIAH PRAISE THE LORD
NOW SUSANNAH WESLEY SHE WAS PROUD OF BOTH HER SONS
SHE WAS PROUD OF WHAT THEY STOOD FOR AND PROUD OF WHAT
THEY'D DONE
AND WHEN SHE WENT TO HEAVEN GOD WAS WAITING
AT THE DOOR
SING GLORY HALLELUIAH PRAISE THE LORD
NOW IF YOU COME TO
THERE'S A WESLEYAN METHODIST
IT'S THE
BIGGEST BUILDING THAT THE PEOPLE COULD AFFORD
SING GLORY
HALLELUIAH PRAISE THE LORD
© Harry (Safari) Glasson
DON'T YOU LET HIM
GO
FATHER DON'T YOU LET HIM GO
HE IS
ONLY TEN YEARS OLD
IT'S SO DARK DOWN BELOW
AND HE NEEDS THE SUN TO GROW
THIS MOTHERS CONSTERNATION
WAS A
FREQUENT SITUATION
IN THE COTTAGES OF MINERS
WHO DUG DOWN DEEP FOR TIN
FOR THEIR
LITTLE JAKE OR JOHNNY
WITH HIS FACE SO BRIGHT AND
BONNY
WAS HEADING FOR
A LIFE HE
COULD NOT WIN
IN THE DARKNESS THERE IS DANGER
AND
DEATH IT WAS NO STRANGER
IN THE LABYRINTH OF TUNNELS
LIT BY THE CANDLES GLOW
SLITHERING
LIKE ADDERS
THOSE BOYS THEY SCALED THE LADDERS
TOTING TOOLS AND POWDER
TO THE
MINERS DOWN BELOW
BY THE AGE OF TWENTY
THEY HAD SCARES
AND SCARS A PLENTY
IF THEY MANAGED IN
THAT HELL TO STAY ALIVE
IN THE MUCK
AND CLAMOR
TO THE RHYTHM OF THE HAMMER
THEY WERE LESS THAN FIFTY, FIFTY TO SURVIVE
© Harry (Safari) Glasson
12th May 2005
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