Songs That Tell Stories

The Band
The Weight

I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead;
I just need some place where I can lay my head.
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said.

(Chorus:)

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free;
Take a load off Fanny, And (and) (and) you can put the load right on me.

I picked up my bag, I went lookin' for a place to hide;
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side.
I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown."
She said, "I gotta go, but m'friend can stick around."

(Chorus)

Go down, Miss Moses, there's nothin' you can say
It's just ol' Luke, and Luke's waitin' on the Judgement Day.
"Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Anna Lee?"
He said, "Do me a favour, son, woncha stay an' keep Anna Lee company?"

(Chorus)

Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog.
He said, "I will fix your rack, if you'll take Jack, my dog."
I said, "Wait a minute, Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man."
He said, "That's okay, boy, won't you feed him when you can."

(Chorus)

Catch a cannon ball now, t'take me down the line
My bag is sinkin' low and I do believe it's time.
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one.
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone?

(Chorus)

SINK THE BISMARK

In May of 1941 the war had just begun
The Germans had the biggest ships
They had the biggest guns
The Bismark was the fastest ship
That ever sailed the seven seas
On her deck were guns as bigs as steers
And shells as big as trees
Out of the cold and foggy night
Came the British ship the Hood
And every British seaman he knew and understood
They had to sink the Bismark the terror of the sea
Stop those guns as big as steers
And those shells as big as trees

We'll find that German battleship
That's makin such a fuss
We gotta sink the Bismark
Cause the world depends on us
Hit the decks a runnin boys
And spin those guns around
When we find the Bismark we gotta cut her down

The Hood found the Bismark and on that fatal day
The Bismark started firin fifteen miles away
We gotta sink the Bismark was the battle sound
But when the smoke had cleared away
The mighty Hood went down
For six long days and weary nights
They tried to find her trail
Churchill told the people put every ship asail
Cause somewhere on that ocean
I know she's gotta be
We gotta sink the Bismark to the bottom of the sea

The fog was gone the seventh day
And they saw the morning sun
Ten hours away from homeland
The Bismark made its run
The admiral of the British fleet
Said turn those bows around
We found that German battleship
And we're gonna cut 'er down

The British guns were aimed
And the shells were coming fast
The first shell hit the Bismark
They knew she couldn't last
That German battleship is just a memory
Sink the Bismark was the battle cry
That shook the seven seas

We found that German battleship
Was making such a fuss
We had to sink the Bismark
Cause the world depends on us
We hit the deck a running
And we spun those guns around
We found the mighty Bismark
And then we cut her down

WHEN IT'S SPRINGTIME IN ALASKA (It's Forty Below) by Tillman B. Franks / Johnny Horton

I mushed from Point Barrow through a blizzard of snow
Been out prospecting for two years or so
Pulled into Fairbanks the city was a-boom
So I took a little stroll to the Red Dog See-loon

As I walked in the door the music was clear
The purtiest voice I had heard in two years
The song she was singing made a man's blood run cold
When it's springtime in Alaska it's forty below

It was red headed Lil who was singing so sweet
I reached down and took the snowpacks off my feet
I reached for the gal who was singing the tune
We did the Eskeemo Hop all around the see-loon

With a caribou crawl and a grizzly bear hug
We did our dance on a kodiac rug
The song she kept singing made a man's blood run cold
When it's springtime in Alaska it's forty below

I was as innocent as I could be
I didn't know Lil was Big Ed's wife-to-be
He took out his knife and gave it a throw
When it's springtime in Alaska I'll be six feet below

Edgar, I'm bookmarking to read later.

Please come to Boston
for the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends
and they've got lots of room
you can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
by a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
please come to Boston
she said no, boy would you come home to me

and she said now, ramblin' boy
why don't you settle down
Boston ain't your kind of town
there ain't no gold
and there ain't nobody like me
I'm the number one fan
of the man from Tennessee

Please come to Denver
with the snowfall
we'll move up into the mountains
so far we can't be found
and throw I love you echoes
round the canyons
and lie awake at night
until they come back around
please come to Denver
she just said no, boy won't you come home to me

And she said now, ramblin' boy
why don't you settle down
Denver can't your kind of town
there ain't no gold
and there ain't nobody like me
cuz I'm the number one fan
of the man from Tennessee

please come to L.A..
to live forever
a California life alone
is just too hard to build
I live in a house that
looks out over the ocean
and there's some stars
that fell from the sky
that are livin' up on the hill
please come to L.A.
she said I know
boy, won't you come home to me

and she said now, ramblin' boy
why don't you settle down
L.A. can't your kind of town
there ain't no gold
and there ain't nobody like me
cuz i'm the number one fan
of the man from Tennessee

Sting - Englishman In New York lyrics
(written about Quentin Crisp)

I don't take coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York

See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman in New York

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun

Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than a license for a gun
Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run

If, "Manners maketh man" as someone said
Then he's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say

I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
I'm an alien I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York

Carly Simon


My father sits at night with no lights on;
His cigarette glows in the dark.
The living room is still;
I walk by, no remark.
I tiptoe past the master bedroom where
My mother reads her magazines.
I hear her call sweet dreams,
But I forget how to dream.
But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me ---
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be;
You want to marry me, we'll marry.

My friends from college they're all married now;
They have their houses and their lawns.
They have their silent noons,
Tearful nights, angry dawns.
Their children hate them for the things they're not;
They hate themselves for what they are ---
And yet they drink, they laugh,
Close the wound, hide the scar.

But you say it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me ---
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be;
You want to marry me, we'll marry.

You say that we can keep our love alive
Babe, all I know is what I see ---
The couples cling and claw
And drown in love's debris.
You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds,
But soon you'll cage me on your shelf ---
I'll never learn to be just me first
By myself.

Well O.K., it's time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me ---
Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be;
You want to marry me, we'll marry.
We'll marry.

I was his foreigner
And he was mine.
We ate on terraces
And drank the cheapest wine.
And he believed in me
Down by the serpentine.
How was I to know
it was the best thing
To come along for a long time.

I turned the page
And saw three children with smiles.
I looked to see
What I could make of the youngest child.
And as she blew the candles out
She turned five.
How was I to know
It was the best thing
To come along for a long time.

What do the people at the end of the world do
About time? What about time?
Their secret sleeps with me

Carly Simon

Ahh, Witch of the Westmorelands...Archie Fisher recorded it, but the better known rendition was recorded by Stan Rodgers on the album 'Between the Breaks Live.'

Small Change (Got Rained on with His Own .38)
Tom Waits

Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving mad,
And the cabbies were the only ones that really had it made
And his cold trousers were twisted, and the sirens high and shrill,
And crumpled in his fist was a five-dollar bill
And the naked mannequins with their Cheshire grins,
And the raconteurs and roustabouts said "Buddy, come on in, 'cause
'Cause the dreams ain't broken down here now, they're walking with a limp
Now that Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight"

And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the burglar alarm's been disconnected,
And the newsmen start to rattle
And the cops are telling jokes about some whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the Fifth Amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old linoleum floor
And what a hot rain on Forty-Second Street,
And now the umbrellas ain't got a chance
And the newsboy's a lunatic with stains on his pants, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

And no one's gone over to close his eyes
And there's a racing form in his pocket,
Circled "Blue Boots" in the third
And the cashier at the clothing store didn't say a word
As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet
Well, a surveillance of assailance, it that's what you want to call it
And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics
With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos
And her radiator's steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah,
She won't let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect?
And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume,
Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but
But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

And his headstone's a gumball machine,
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

And a fistful of dollars can't change that,
And someone copped his watch fob, and someone got his ring
And the newsboy got his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the Nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off, 'cause
'Cause Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, yeah,
Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight

I've always liked this one. I associate with spring time after a long nuclear winter.




Whose Garden Was This?
John Denver


Whose garden was this?
It must have been lovely.
Did it have flowers?
I've seen pictures of flowers,
But I'd love to have smelled one.
Tell me again I need to know
Forests had trees, meadows were green,
oceans were blue, and birds really flew.
Can you swear that it's true?
Whose gray sky was this?
Or was it a blue one?
Did it have breezes?
I've heard records of breezes,
But I'd love to have felt one.
Tell me again I need to know
Forests had trees, meadows were green,
oceans were blue, and birds really flew.
Can you swear that it's true?
Whose river was this?
You say it ran freely.
Blue was its color.
I've seen blue in some pictures,
But I'd love to have been there.
Tell me again I need to know.
Tell me again I need to know.

Kilkelly
(Peter Jones)

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1860, my dear and loving son John
Your good friend schoolmaster Pat McNamara's so good
as to write these words down.
Your brothers have all got a fine work in England,
the house is so empty and sad
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected,
a third to a half of them bad.
And your sister Brigid and Patrick O'Donnell
are going to be married in June.
Mother says not to work on the railroad
and be sure to come on home soon.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1870, my dear and loving son John
Hello to your Mrs and to your 4 children,
may they grow healthy and strong.
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble,
I suppose that he never will learn.
Because of the darkness there's no turf to speak of
and now we have nothing to burn.
And Brigid is happy, we named a child for her
and now she's got six of her own.
You say you found work, but you don't say
what kind or when you will be coming home.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1880, dear Michael and John, my sons
I'm sorry to give you the very sad news
that your dear old mother has gone.
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly,
your brothers and Brigid were there.
You don't have to worry, she died very quickly,
remember her in your prayers.
And it's so good to hear that Michael's returning,
with money he's sure to buy land
For the crop has been bad and the people
are selling at every price that they can.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1890, my dear and loving son John
I suppose that I must be close on eighty,
it's thirty years since goodbye.
Because of all of the money you send me,
I'm still living out on my own.
Michael has built himself a fine house
and Brigid's daughters have grown.
Thank you for sending your family picture,
they're lovely young women and men.
You say that you might even come for a visit,
what joy to see you again.

Kilkelly, Ireland, 1892, my dear brother John
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner to tell you, but father passed on.
He was living with Brigid, she says he was cheerful
and healthy right down to the end.
Ah, you should have seen him play with
the grandchildren of Pat McNamara, your friend.
And we buried him alongside of mother,
down at the Kilkelly churchyard.
He was a strong and a feisty old man,
considering his life was so hard.
And it's funny the way he kept talking about you,
he called for you in the end.
Oh, why don't you think about coming to visit,
we'd all love to see you again.

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recorded by Moloney, O'Connell & Keane on "Kilkelly" (1988)
copywrite Green Linnet Music 1983
130 years after his great grandfather left the small village of Kilkelly in
Co. Mayo, Peter Jones found a bundle of letters sent to him by his father
in Ireland. The letters tell of family news, births, death, sales of land and
bad harvests. They remind the son, that he is loved, missed and remembered
by his family in Ireland. The final letter informs him that his father, whom
he has not seen for 30 years, has died, the last link with home is broken.
Peter Jones used these letters to make this song.

The "trouble" in verse two is probably the Fenian rising of 1867.

Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard

On a day, on a day, on a bright holiday as many there be in the year
When Little Musgrave to the church did go, god's holy word to hear

He went and he stood all at the church door, he watched the priest at his mass
But he had more mind of the fair women than he had of Our Lady's grace

For some of them were clad in the green and some were clad in the pall
And in and come Lord Barnard's wife, the fairest among them all

She cast her eye on Little Musgrave, full bright as the summer sun
And then and thought this Little Musgrave, this lady's heart I have won

Says she, I have loved thee, Little Musgrave, full long and many's the day
So have I loved, lady fair, yet never a word durst I say

Oh I have a bower at Bucklesfordberry all daintily painted white
And if thou'd went thither, thou Little Musgrave, thou's lie in my arms all this night

Says he, I thank thee, lady fair, this kindness thou showest to me
And this night will I to Bucklesfordberry, all night for to lay with thee

When he heard that, her little foot page all by her foot as he run
He says, although I am my lady's page, yet am I Lord Barnard's man

My Lord Barnard shall know of this, whether I do sink or do swim
And ever where the bridges were broke, he laid to his breast and he swum

Oh sleep thou wake, thou Lord Barnard, as thou art a man of life
For Little Musgrave is at Bucklesfordberry in bed with thine own wedded wife

Oh if this be true, thou little foot page, this thing that thou tellest to me
Then all my land in Bucklesfordberry freely I give it to thee

But if this be a lie, thou little foot page, this thing that thou tellest to me
Then from the highest tree in Bucklesfordberry high hanged thou shalt be

And he called to him his merry men, all by one by two by three
Says this night must I to Bucklesfordberry, for never had I greater need

And he called to him his stable boy, go saddle me me milk-white steed
And he's trampled o'er them green mossy banks, till his horse's hooves did bleed

And some men whistled, and some men sang, and some these words did say
Whene'er my Lord Barnard's horn blew away, Musgrave away

Methinks I hear the thistle cock, methinks I hear the jay
Methinks I hear the Lord Barnard's horn, and I wish I were away

Lie still, lie still, thou Little Musgrave, come cuddle me from the cold
For tis nothing but a shepherd boy, adriving his sheep to the fold

Is not thy hawk sat upon his perch, they steed eats oats and hay
And thou with a fair maid in thy arms and would'st thou be away

With that my Lord Barnard come to the door, and he lit upon a stone
And he's drawn out three silver keys, and he's opened the doors each one

And he's lifted up the green coverlet, and he's lifted up the sheet
How now, how now, thou Little Musgrave, dost find my lady sweet

I find her sweet, says Little Musgrave, the more tis to my pain
For I would give three hundred pounds, that I was on yonder plain

Rise up, rise up, thou Little Musgrave, and put thy clothes on
For never shall they say in my own country i slew a naked man

Oh I have two swords in one scabbard, full dearly they cost my purse
And thou shall have the best of them, and I shall have the worst

Now the very first blow Little Musgrave struck, he hurt Lord Barnard sore
But the very first blow Lord Barnard struck, little Musgrave ne'er struck more

Then up and spoke his lady fair, from the bed whereon she lay
She says, although thou art dead, thou Little Musgrave, yet for thee will I pray

I will wish well to thy soul, as long as I have life
Yet will I not for thee Lord Barnard, though I am your own wedded wife

Oh he's cut the paps from off her breast, great pity it was to see
How the drops of this lady's heart's blood came a-trickling down her knee

Oh woe be to ye, me merry men, all you were ne'er born for my good
Why did you not offer to stay my hand, when you see me grow so mad

A grave, a grave, Lord Barnard cried, to put these lovers in
But lay my lady on the upper hand, she was the chiefest of her kin

Songs That Tell A Story-Joni Mitchell
Urge For Going- Joni Mitchell


Well I woke up today and found
Frost perched on the town
It hovered in a frozen sky
And gobbled summer down

And when the sun turns traitor cold
And shiverin' trees
Are standin' in a naked row
I get the urge for goin'
And I never seem to go

And I get the urge for goin
When the meadow grass is a turnin' gold
Summertime is a fallin' down
Winters closin' in

I had a gal in summertime
With summer colored skin
And not another man in town
My darlin's heart could win

And when the leaves fell tumblin' down
And bully winds..
Did rub their faces in the snow
She got the urge for goin'
And I had to let her go

And the warriors of winter
Gave a cold triumphant shout
All that stays is dyin'
And all that lives is gettin' out

You see the geese in chevron flight
A flappin' and a racin' on
Before the snow..
They got the urge for goin'
And they've got the wings to go

I'll pile the fire with kindling
Pull the blankets to my chin
I'll lock the vagrant winter out
And bolt my wanderin' in

I'd like to call back summertime
And let her stay
For just another month or so
She's got the urge for goin'
And I have to let her go

And she gets the urge for goin'
When the meadow grass is a turnin' brown
All her empires are fallin' down
Winters closin' in

Songs That Tell A Story- House Carpenter
One of the most hair-rising songs to come out of England, The House Carpenter is also known as The Demon Lover. I first heard it on Harry Smith's great folk collection on Smithsonian Records. It was a field recording of Clarence Ashley accompanied by his banjo. Bob Dylan had a version that resembled it and Ewan McColl did a version more closely tied to it's English roots. This song's got it all folks, myth ,life, death and grief.


VERSE 1
Well met, well met, my own true love
Well met, well met, cried he
I've just returned from th salt, salt, sea
All for th love of thee

VERSE 2
I could have married th King's daughter, dear
She would have married me
But I have forsaken a crown of gold
All for th love of thee

VERSE 3
Well, if you could have married th King's daugther, dear
I'm sure you are to blame
For I am married to a house carpenter
Find him a nice young man

VERSE 4
Well, could you forsake your house carpenter
An' go along with me
I'll take you where th grass grows green
By th banks of th salt, salt sea

VERSE 5
An' if I should forsake my house carpenter
An' go along with you
What have you got to maintain me on
Keep me from poverty

VERSE 6
Six ships, six ships, all out on th sea
Seven more upon dry land
One hundred an' ten, all brave sailor men
Will be at your command

VERSE 7
She pick-ed up her wee little babe
An' kisses gave him three
Stay right here with my house carpenter
N' keep him good company

VERSE 8
Well, they'd not been gone but about two weeks
I'm sure it was not three
Th fair young lady begin to weep
She wept most bitterly

VERSE 9
Why do you weep my fair, pretty maid
Weep for your golden store
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
Never you shall see anymore

VERSE 10
I do not weep for my house carpenter
Or for any golden store
But do I weep for my wee little babe
Never shall see anymore

VERSE 11
Well, they h'd not been gone but about three weeks
I'm sure it was not four
Th gallant ship sprang a leak an' sank
Never to rise anymore

VERSE 12
Two times around spun our gallant ship
Three times around spun she
Four times around spun our gallant ship
An' sank to th bottom of th sea

VERSE 13
What hills, what hills are those, my love
Those hills so fair an' high
Those are th hills of pain, my love
Not for you an' I

VERSE 14
An' what hills, what hills, are those my love
Those hills so tall an' low
Those are th hills of Hell my love
Where you and I must go

Thanking Edgar Blythe
Thanks for a wonderful topic. I truly enjoy your expertise in coaxing our posts.
Michael

Thanks so much for The Demon Lover panzade! Back in college I wrote a song for a Halloween bash based on The Demon Lover, mixed with the legend of the Hangman's Daughter. I'll post it here:

THE HANGMAN'S DAUGHTER

The hangman had a pretty daughter
her face was white as snow
but no man there came a-courtin'
for they feared her daddy so.

For every man who came to ask
his daughter for their wife,
the hangman knotted up his rope
and took their wretched life.

One day a stranger rode up
in a coach both large and wide
and said "You have a pretty daughter
and I'll take her for my bride."

The hangman said "No man
shall ever take her for their wife,
for I'm knotting up my rope and I shall take...
...take your wretched life."

The stranger said "I fear you not,
nor shall you take my life
for I'm coming back All Hallow's Eve
to take her for my wife."

Then the stranger disappeared
and a chill went through the air,
and the hangman said "This stranger
is not of this earth I fear.

For no man who's asked my daughter's hand
has lived to see that day,
yet this stranger says he's coming back
to take my girl away,

and deep within this stranger's eyes
I see a deathly glow,
and I cannot understand just why I fear....
...why I fear this stranger so."

Until All-Hallow's Eve
they heard not of the stranger more,
but at midnight on Samhain
there came a rapping at the door.

The maiden woke in such a fright,
and tiptoed down the stairs,
and when she opened up the door
a Prince was standing there.

He said "I have a bonny ship,
tonight she puts to sea,
if you come with me and be my bride,
a lady you shall be.

I'll cover you with silk and lace
and jewels from head to toe,
so come with me and to my kingdom now....
...to my kingdom we shall go."

Halfway across the ocean,
the maid began to cry,
she said "I left my father's home
and never even said goodbye."

The stranger said "It's not too late
to tell him now, my dear,
for if you look into the water
you shall see your father there."

The maid looked in the water
and her father she did see,
but what an awful sight to see him
hanging from a willow tree.

The stranger said "Fair maiden,
when you left to be my wife,
you broke your daddy's heart and so he took...
...he took his wretched life."

Then the stranger showed his cloven hoof
and tossed the ship around,
and said "Fair maid I am the Devil
and to Hell your soul is bound."

He stamped his foot upon the prow
and broke the ship in twain,
and the maid was drowned
and no one heard from her again.

But some say on All-Hallow's Eve,
when the wind is blowing high,
the hangman's daughter walks the earth weeping still...
...still weeping by and by.

THE HANGMAN'S DAUGHTER
Wow!
What a great original song. I am not worthy!
All I can do is come up with another murder-mayhem classic:"THE LONG BLACK VEIL"
It was written by the mother of Ronnie of Ronnie & The Daytonas fame
"Little GTO"...Marjorie Wilkins.

By the way...what's a Cavalier lover doing in Toronto? LOL

LONG BLACK VEIL


Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me

The judge said son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word, thou it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife

Chorus
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me

Oh, the scaffold is high and eternity's near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But late at night, when the north wind blows
In a long black veil, she cries ov're my bones

Great lyrics, Cav.


Last Kiss
J. Michael Wilson

Oh where oh where can my baby be
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven soI got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world

We were out on a date in my daddy's car
We hadn't driven very far
There in the road straight up ahead
A car was stalled the engine was dead
I couldn't stop so I swerved to the right
I'll never forget the sound that night
The screaming tires the busting glass
The painful scream that I heard last

[Chorus]

WHen I woke up the rain was pouring down
There were people standing all around
Somethign warm flowing through my eyes
But somehow I found my baby that night
I lifted her head she looked at me and said
Hold me darling just a little while
I held her close I kissed her our last kiss
I found the love that I knew i have missed
Well now she's gone even though I hold her tight
I lost my love my life that night

HONEY
Bobby Goldsboro

See the tree, how big it's grown,
but friend, it hasn't been too long it wasn't big.
I laughed at her and she got mad,
the first day that she planted it was just a twig.
Then the first snow came and she ran
out to brush the snow away so it wouldn't die.
Came runnin' in all excited,
slipped and almost hurt herself, I laughed 'til I cried.
She was always young at heart,
kind a dumb and kind a smart and I loved her so.
I surprised her with a puppy,
kept me up all Christmas eve two years ago.
And it would sure embarrass her when
I came home from working late 'cause I would know
that she'd been sittin' there cryin
over some sad and silly late, late show.
And Honey, I miss you and I'm being good.
And I'd love to be with you if only I could.
She wrecked the car and she was sad
and so afraid that I'd be mad but what the heck.
Though I pretended hard to be,
guess you could say she saw through me and hugged my neck.
I came home unexpectedly
and found her crying needlessly in middle of the day.
And it was in the early spring
when flowers bloom and Robins sing, she went away.
And Honey, I miss you and I'm being good.
And I'd love to be with you if only I could.
Yes, one day while I wasn't home,
while she was there and all alone, the angels came.
Now all I have is memories
of Honey, and I wake up nights and call her name.
Now my life's an empty stage
where Honey lived and Honey played and love grew up.
A small cluod passes over head
and cries down in the flower bed that Honey loved.
See the tree, how big it's grown...(fading)

LOVE POTION NUMBER NINE
by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller

I took my troubles down to Madame Ruth
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine

I told her that I had no luck with chicks
I've been this way since 1956
She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign
She said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine"

She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink
She said "I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink"
It smelled like turpentine, it looked like India ink
I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink

I didn't know if it was day or night
I started kissin' everything in sight
But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine