Monday, December 6, 2021

Done and Dusted

 Hooray! We For One Another is finished, released, mailed out, linked and embedded on this website. I've put up all the lyrics to the songs, which you can find on the "Lyrics" tab. To purchase, go to my Bandcamp page. You can stream it for free if you like, up to three times before Bandcamp will ask you to buy it. Thanks for following me on this adventure!

Down By the Salley Gardens

 by W. B. Yeats with a traditional Irish melody


Down by the Salley Gardens my love and I did meet

She passed the Salley Gardens with little snow-white feet

She bid me take love easy as the leaves grow on the tree

Ah but I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree


In a field by the river my love and I did stand

And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand

She bid me take life easy as the grass grows on the wiers

Ah but I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears


She bid me take life easy as the grass grows on the wiers

Ah but I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears

Friday, October 29, 2021

When You and I Were Young, Maggie

 by George Washington Johnson and James Austin Butterfield

For this song I drew from Peter Ostroushko's lovely version on his album Duo with Dean Magraw. He took liberties with both the melody and lyrics, and I've taken further liberties in places.

I wandered today to the hill, Maggie

To view the scene below

The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie

Where we sat so long ago

The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie

Where first the daisies sprung

And the rusty old mill is still, Maggie

Since you and I were young


They say I am feeble with age, Maggie

My steps are less sprightly than then

And my face is a well-written page, Maggie

And time all alone was the pen

And they say we are aged and gray, Maggie

Like spray from the white breakers flung

But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie

When you and I were young


And now we are aged and gray, Maggie

Our time here on earth nearly done

Let us sing to the days that were, Maggie

Oh, when you and I were young.

Song for the Twelfth of July

 by John Frazier and Seán Tyrrell

This song is about the ongoing conflict between Catholics and Protestants in Northern Ireland. On the 12th of July, the Orangemen hold parades in commemoration of William of Orange's victory over James II in the Battle of the Boyne. This tradition began in the late eighteenth century, and has long been an occasion for sectarian violence. 12th of July celebrations were banned in the 1830's and 40's; soon after their reinstatement, Protestant cabinetmaker John Frazier wrote this poem. Seán Tyrrell wrote to me: "Of all the poems I set to music that is my favourite of all. It is also my favourite love song and I have recorded many.

I'm influenced here by Cathie Ryan's version on her 1997 self-titled album. She made a few minor changes to the melody.


Come pledge again your heart and your hand

One grasp that never will sever

Our password be our native land

Our motto love forever

And let the orange lily be

Your badge, my patriot brother

It's the everlasting green for me

And we for one another


Behold how green the gallant stem

On which the flower is blowing

How in one heavenly breeze and beam

Both flower and stem are glowing

The same good soil sustaining both

Makes both united to flourish

But cannot give the orange growth

And cease the green to nourish


The more the hand that plucks that flower

Will vainly strive to cherish

In that hour the stem blooms on

But the flower it begins to perish

Regard them then of equal worth

While lasts their genial weather

The time's at hand when deep in earth

They will both sink together


And though it be in our country's cause

Our party feelings blended

'Till lasting peace from equal laws

On both will have descended

'Till then the orange lily be

Your badge, my patriot brother

It's the everlasting green for me

And we for one another

And we for one another

Thursday, October 28, 2021

Love Is Like

 by Rob Kneisler

Rob describes listening to the Coffeehouse station on satellite radio, and hearing someone sing that "love is like a diamond..." But is it? Really? He set out to write a song about all the things love is like.


Love is like my old first car

It's blue sometimes and sticks in second gear

Love is like a tangerine

It's firm to slightly soft and it's heavy for its size

Love is like a used dishwasher that comes with an apartment

Where they only ask for first month's rent and there's no cleaning fee


Yeah, I know love

I know love


Love is like a John Wayne movie

But not the one you're thinking of

Love is like a baby's smile

wait, no it's not, I take that back

Love is like a silent chord played on an old piano

By a Latvian trombonist on her quest to make it big


Yeah, I know love

I know love


Love is like a burning oven mitt

A gift from your first cousin

That never even fit

Yes, that's it


Love is like a tennis ball

I'm not sure why, it's just the way it is

Love is like an angry sea in a Bob Ross painting

According to my dad

Love is like an operation suddenly gone bad

Where the patient might not make it

And they're someone who you've hated

So it's kind of complicated and you're not sure what to think


Yeah, I know love

I know love

I know love

I know love