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Not sure he has the best version of that but not too bad
I think streets of London says it all when we all think of having a moan though.......
Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
Chorus
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone
Chorus
And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
Chorus
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I also like New World in the Morning.
Sue xx
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coincidence......I just last week sent off for Roger Whittaker Cd...( the very best of ) and just for the one song.......
G
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
( Solo vers ) ( C )
G
I Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm gonna make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
He also sings He aint heavy he's my brother, Streets of London, Durham Town,The last farewell amongst others.
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Janey check out "Last Farewell" sung by Roger Whittaker. It's a lovely bitter-sweet song. I don't like everything he sings but I do like that and the other song.
Sue x
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D'you know I never had an idea of what the lyrics to that "I don't believe in If" were? Roger Whittaker, pretty background music. I'll just have to listen to it now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AY-2einPmd4
A commenter there says:
"B***** h*** i just became a Roger Whittaker music lover, no wonder my dad loved his music, is this an age thing? i am getting older."
and
"Used to play on the radio when I was a kid. Didn't really like this song. Now I love it, it now has a meaning. Also a voice like warm treacle."
;)
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:-)))))
I do so love the night time! ( the middle of the night )
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Now if you load your rifle right
And if you fix your bayonet so
And if you kill that man my friend
The one we call the foe
And if you do it often lad
And if you do it right
You'll be a hero overnight
You'll save your country from her plight
Remember God is always right
If you survive to see the sight
A friend now greeting foe
No you won't believe in If anymore
It's an illusion
It's an illusion
No you won't believe in If anymore
If is for children
If is for children
Building daydreams
If I knew then what I know now
(I thought I did you know somehow)
If I could have the time again
I'd take the sunshine leave the rain
If only time would trickle slow
Like rain that melts the fallen snow
If only Lord if only
If only Lord if only
Oh I don't believe in If anymore
It's an illusion
It's an illusion
No I don't believe in If anymore
If is for children
If is for children
Building daydreams
No I don't believe in If anymore
It's an illusion
It's an illusion
No I don't believe in If anymore
If is for children
If is for children
Building daydreams
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I always knew you had good taste.
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Hello Susanwithnumbers. Are you copying my earlier thread about dashed illusions? No prizes for second, lady:)))
Sue xx
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in fancy food or foreign cars;
that Hagen Dazs and motherhood
have done my body any good;
that Elvis is alive and well;
that courtesy has gone to hell;
that kindness is in short supply;
that little kids should have to die.
But I believe in love.
I believe in dreamers.
I believe in miracles
and I believe in you.
Well, I don't believe virginity
is as common as it used to be;
that left is wrong and right is right;
that black is black and white is white;
that the Beatles could be history,
the sixties just a memory;
that war will never go away;
that Johnny Carson's had his day.
But I believe in love.
I believe in angels.
I believe in Mom and Dad
and I believe in you.
I know with almost certainty
what's going on with you and me
is a good thing.
I know it's true.
I believe in you.
Now, I don't believe that heaven waits
for only those who congregate.
I like to think that God is love.
He's down below, He's up above,
and He's watching people everywhere.
He knows who does and doesn't care.
And I'm an ordinary girl
trying to make my way in this old world.
And I believe in love.
Yes, I believe in music.
I believe in promises
and I believe in you.
Well, I know with almost certainty
what's going on with you and me
is a good thing, a good thing.
And I know it's true.
I believe in you.
You know, darlin', that I believe in love.
Yes, I believe in dreamers.
I believe in miracles
and I believe in you.
Woah-ho-ho-oh, baby, I believe.
Yes, I believe.
I believe in promises
and I believe in you.
Woah, come on, baby, say you believe in love.
Say you believe in dreamin'.
Believe in blue, blue skies,
'cause I believe in you . . .
Bette Midler I Believe In You lyrics
Yes folks...I am listening to Bette Midlar tonight :-)))))
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