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When You And I Were Young, Maggie (1866): Tom Roush

You and I Were Young, Maggie is a famous folk song. Though Springtown, Tennessee, has a small monument outside an old mill claiming the song was written by a local George Johnson, in 1820, for his Maggie, the truth is … Continue reading

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Ode On Melancholy: John Keats

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the … Continue reading

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Seasons In The Sun: Rod McKuen

Seasons In The Sun Goodbye to you, my trusted friend. We’ve known each other since we’re nine or ten. Together we climbed hills or trees. Learned of love and ABC’s, skinned our hearts and skinned our knees. Goodbye my friend, … Continue reading

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Et J’entends Siffler Le Train: Richard Anthony

J’ai pensé qu’il valait mieux nous quitter sans un adieu je n’aurais pas eu le coeur de te revoir mais j’entends siffler le train mais j’entends siffler le train que c’est triste un train qui siffle dans le soir je … Continue reading

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One Day: Rupert Brooke

Today I have been happy. All the day I held the memory of you, and wove Its laughter with the dancing light o’ the spray, And sowed the sky with tiny clouds of love, And sent you following the white … Continue reading

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Stranger on the Shore: Acker Bilk

This song from 1961 does not need words. Pace the many YouTube renditions, it is not all about beaches. How do I know? Well, I lived it. It is about love, lost and found. It is better to have loved … Continue reading

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Be Near Me When My Light Is Low: Tennyson

Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is rack’d with … Continue reading

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