Poem written by Birthe N. Myers
Music & Arr. by Till
Music & Arr. by Till
Gone Fishing
Oh, to sing and dance and play - on this ripping, rustic day.
Trees are turning red and gold. In the shade the air is cold
Falling leaves fly with the breeze. Flitting birds trill in the trees
By me flows a stumbling stream, where-in fish swim ‘round and dream.
chorus
And the clever fisherman - casts the fly with expert hand,
gets the flipping fish to bite - he’s my sweetheart or I might
Push him in to have a swim - see if someone catches him
Push him in to have a swim - see if someone catches him!
Look he’s caught a lovely fish! Never will it grace a Royal dish.
Gently he removes the hook - I don’t even want to look (hey!)
Off it swims with one big flip - though the hook has hurt its lip.
Let the fish go off and play, on this ripping rustic day!
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Oh, to sing and dance and play - on this ripping, rustic day.
Trees are turning red and gold. In the shade the air is cold
Falling leaves fly with the breeze. Flitting birds trill in the trees
By me flows a stumbling stream, where-in fish swim ‘round and dream.
chorus
And the clever fisherman - casts the fly with expert hand,
gets the flipping fish to bite - he’s my sweetheart or I might
Push him in to have a swim - see if someone catches him
Push him in to have a swim - see if someone catches him!
Look he’s caught a lovely fish! Never will it grace a Royal dish.
Gently he removes the hook - I don’t even want to look (hey!)
Off it swims with one big flip - though the hook has hurt its lip.
Let the fish go off and play, on this ripping rustic day!
Copyright © 2016
Poem written by Birthe N. Myers
Music & Arr. by Till
To Life
Cruel Illness, I defy you,
I’ll not give in, I will stay true
to my own self and to my pride;
it’s my mind and I will decide
when it’s time for my defeat
though in the end I know you’ll cheat.
Chorus
I’m wounded by a mortal dart,
not in mind - nor in my heart.
Symptoms cannot always seem to hide
but I am still myself inside,
full of love and happiness;
though I am ill ……. I am not less....I am not less!
Heartless nature struck the blow,
I am off balance and I am slow
but not of speech and I – I defy
the thought of weakness and I deny
that it stole my self and soul,
it’s my movement that pays …. a toll.
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Cruel Illness, I defy you,
I’ll not give in, I will stay true
to my own self and to my pride;
it’s my mind and I will decide
when it’s time for my defeat
though in the end I know you’ll cheat.
Chorus
I’m wounded by a mortal dart,
not in mind - nor in my heart.
Symptoms cannot always seem to hide
but I am still myself inside,
full of love and happiness;
though I am ill ……. I am not less....I am not less!
Heartless nature struck the blow,
I am off balance and I am slow
but not of speech and I – I defy
the thought of weakness and I deny
that it stole my self and soul,
it’s my movement that pays …. a toll.
Copyright © 2016