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my brother (wittybrit on this site) and i recorded this song to mark what would have been our father's birthday at the end of last month - it was one of his favourites and i remember him singing it when i was a child. lee played for us on the clavinova for which we are most grateful - we hope you like it.
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Lyrics
When I was a bachelor, I liv'd all alone
I worked at the weaver's trade;
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime,
Part of the summer, too,
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night he came to my bedside
When I was fast asleep.
I threw my arms around his neck,
Andthen began to weep.
Iwept, I cried, I damn near died
Ah, me! What could he do?
So all night long he held hme in his arms
Just to keep me from the foggy foggy dew.
Again the bachelor, lives with the son
Working at the weaver's trade.
And every single time I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
Part of the summer, too,
And the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.
I worked at the weaver's trade;
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime,
Part of the summer, too,
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.
One night he came to my bedside
When I was fast asleep.
I threw my arms around his neck,
Andthen began to weep.
Iwept, I cried, I damn near died
Ah, me! What could he do?
So all night long he held hme in his arms
Just to keep me from the foggy foggy dew.
Again the bachelor, lives with the son
Working at the weaver's trade.
And every single time I look into his eyes
He reminds me of that fair young maid.
He reminds me of the wintertime
Part of the summer, too,
And the many, many times that I held her in my arms
Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew.
Great work and performance.
A poetic description of childhood.
Wow....
Yours faithfully
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*Skean*
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