Actually, Brit, I stayed up too late last evening. Had a wonderful dinner again as we looked at the ocean. Great ethnicity, too. Two guys from the Philippines, one lovely Chinese lady. The sad side of the evening was an elderly gentleman who fell and got a bad cut on his forehead. The rescue squad was summoned.
Thanks to all of you for all your music and contributions. Bob Dylan, The two Irish songs by euro. edgar's Chordettes, etc.
Etta James' Stormy Weather, and, of course, Glen's Lineman for the County. How delightful to realize the "zinging" sound involved flutes.
Wish that I could acknowledge each one, but as Perry sings, "it's impossible".
Two songs for the afternoon here. First, a birthday girl.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8kB2VMm7n58&NR=1&feature=endscreen
Now one to match Dylan's Lily.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MO0lUXnAs-U
The lyrics in English.
Underneath the lantern by the barrack gate,
Darling I remember the way you used to wait;
'Twas there that you whispered tenderly,
That you lov'd me, you'd always be,
My Lilli of the lamplight,
My own Lilli Marlene.
Time would come for roll call time for us to part
Darling I'd caress you and press you to my heart.
And there 'neath that far off lantern light
I'd hold you tight we'd kiss goodnight,
My Lillie of the lamplight,
My own Lilli Marlene.
Orders came for sailing somewhere over there,
All confined to barracks was more than I could bear;
I knew you were waiting in the street,
I heard your feet, but could not meet,
My Lillie of the lamplight,
My own Lilli Marlene.
Resting in a billet just behind the line
Even tho' we're parted your lips are close to mine,
You wait where that lantern softly gleams
Your sweet face seems to haunt my dreams,
My Lillie of the lamplight,
My own Lilli Marlene.
She was fantastic in Witness for the Prosecution.
