New Modern Folk Song Lyrics
The following song lyrics are by Alec Latimer from Naas Co. Kildare
MY LITTLE BABY TOYOTA LYRICS
About these song lyrics - Based on the Toyato Yaris, of which I had three, the 1 liter, the 1.3 and the 1.5 liter
T Sport, a rare model in Ireland, you can imagine if you shoehorn a 1.5 liter engine into a yaris it goes like a snot,
from a shovel, a real pocket rocket, and embarrassed many a young lad trying it or at the lights
in their Polo or Fiesta. Anyway these lyrics are dedicated to the common 1 liter Yaris loved by women the
world over. It's far too long but maybe if it was shortened down a bit it bight be a four wheel version of My Little Honda 50 .
| love my little red baby Toyota yaris
Known all over the world, from Japan to Paris
Lacking power under the hood, and overall very small
But it will carry five adults, weekly shopping and all
With one hundred thousand on the clock, it makes me smile
The old girl burns, not a single drop of oil
Some people poke fun, at it they love to jest
But I feel like a pretty bird, in my oriental nest
CHORUS
My little baby Toyota, comes from far across the sea
Hail rain or shine, she’s always there for me
Not so butch, when you drop the clutch
Or looking very ma-ni-ly
But like the dog and cat, the front door mat
She’s part of the fa-mi-ly
| know she’s getting on now, and not in her prime
The nice red paintwork, no longer does it shine
Dinges and bumps, and stone chips on her bonnet
Her once shiny front bumper, has blemishes on it
Like a real woman, applies the makeup brush
To make her cheeks, look rosy and lush
A bit of elbow grease, and a rub with car wax
Takes off years of grime, and shines to the max
CHORUS
My little baby Toyota, comes from far across the sea
Hail rain or shine, she’s always there for me
Not so butch, when you drop the clutch
Or looking very ma-ni-ly
But like the dog and cat, the front door mat
She’s part of the fa-mi-ly
“ On the day of the nct test, and feeling quite stressed
Was my little honey, going to cost me more money
But no need for the dress cut low
Or the legs to show
After all that bouncing around
No faults could be found
The old Asian girl, my little pearl
Had passed the test completely
CHORUS
My little baby Toyota, comes from far across the sea
Hail rain or shine, she’s always there for me
Not so butch, when you drop the clutch
Or looking very ma-ni-ly
But like the dog and cat, the front door mat
She’s part of the fa-mi-ly
When the time has come, to have some fun
Jump on a plane, seek the holiday sun
In this heat I’m frying, and there’s no denying
'’'d sooner be home, free to roam, in my little baby Toyota
When the cocktails and rum and coke, have had time to soak
And of all alcohol, I’ve far exceeded my quota
| get all teary eyed, and swell up with pride
Let me fall asleep, sitting in the seat, of my little baby Toyota
CHORUS
My little baby Toyota, comes from far across the sea
Hail rain or shine she’s always there for me
Not so butch, when you drop the clutch
Or looking very ma-ni-ly
But like the dog and cat, the front door mat
She’s part of the fa-mi-ly
When it comes time to buy, you won't find me shy
From souped up jeeps, for herding sheep, to the mighty range rover
Can you really see me in an s.u.v, Nissan even do a crossover
The rep jumps to his feet, so happy to greet
For this month, he’s sure to reach his quota
Having left him my money, for a bright new honey
The end is in sight, can you see it alright
Driving another, brand new, bright red, little-baby-toyota.
CHORUS
My little baby Toyota, comes from far across the sea
Hail rain or shine, she’s always there for me
Not so butch, when you drop the clutch
Or looking very ma-ni-ly
But like the dog and cat, the front door mat
She’s part of the fa-mi-ly
MY LITTLE BABY TOYOTA LYRICS
About these song lyrics - Based on the Toyato Yaris, of which I had three, the 1 liter, the 1.3 and the 1.5 liter
T Sport, a rare model in Ireland, you can imagine if you shoehorn a 1.5 liter engine into a yaris it goes like a snot,
from a shovel, a real pocket rocket, and embarrassed many a young lad trying it or at the lights
in their Polo or Fiesta. Anyway these lyrics are dedicated to the common 1 liter Yaris loved by women the
world over. It's far too long but maybe if it was shortened down a bit it bight be a four wheel version of My Little Honda 50 .
| love my little red baby Toyota yaris
Known all over the world, from Japan to Paris
Lacking power under the hood, and overall very small
But it will carry five adults, weekly shopping and all
With one hundred thousand on the clock, it makes me smile
The old girl burns, not a single drop of oil
Some people poke fun, at it they love to jest
But I feel like a pretty bird, in my oriental nest
CHORUS
My little baby Toyota, comes from far across the sea
Hail rain or shine, she’s always there for me
Not so butch, when you drop the clutch
Or looking very ma-ni-ly
But like the dog and cat, the front door mat
She’s part of the fa-mi-ly
| know she’s getting on now, and not in her prime
The nice red paintwork, no longer does it shine
Dinges and bumps, and stone chips on her bonnet
Her once shiny front bumper, has blemishes on it
Like a real woman, applies the makeup brush
To make her cheeks, look rosy and lush
A bit of elbow grease, and a rub with car wax
Takes off years of grime, and shines to the max
CHORUS
My little baby Toyota, comes from far across the sea
Hail rain or shine, she’s always there for me
Not so butch, when you drop the clutch
Or looking very ma-ni-ly
But like the dog and cat, the front door mat
She’s part of the fa-mi-ly
“ On the day of the nct test, and feeling quite stressed
Was my little honey, going to cost me more money
But no need for the dress cut low
Or the legs to show
After all that bouncing around
No faults could be found
The old Asian girl, my little pearl
Had passed the test completely
CHORUS
My little baby Toyota, comes from far across the sea
Hail rain or shine, she’s always there for me
Not so butch, when you drop the clutch
Or looking very ma-ni-ly
But like the dog and cat, the front door mat
She’s part of the fa-mi-ly
When the time has come, to have some fun
Jump on a plane, seek the holiday sun
In this heat I’m frying, and there’s no denying
'’'d sooner be home, free to roam, in my little baby Toyota
When the cocktails and rum and coke, have had time to soak
And of all alcohol, I’ve far exceeded my quota
| get all teary eyed, and swell up with pride
Let me fall asleep, sitting in the seat, of my little baby Toyota
CHORUS
My little baby Toyota, comes from far across the sea
Hail rain or shine she’s always there for me
Not so butch, when you drop the clutch
Or looking very ma-ni-ly
But like the dog and cat, the front door mat
She’s part of the fa-mi-ly
When it comes time to buy, you won't find me shy
From souped up jeeps, for herding sheep, to the mighty range rover
Can you really see me in an s.u.v, Nissan even do a crossover
The rep jumps to his feet, so happy to greet
For this month, he’s sure to reach his quota
Having left him my money, for a bright new honey
The end is in sight, can you see it alright
Driving another, brand new, bright red, little-baby-toyota.
CHORUS
My little baby Toyota, comes from far across the sea
Hail rain or shine, she’s always there for me
Not so butch, when you drop the clutch
Or looking very ma-ni-ly
But like the dog and cat, the front door mat
She’s part of the fa-mi-ly
EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS, HAPPENS NOW LYRICS
About the lyrics of this song- Based on the Buddest philosophy
[ zen ] that there is only now and when the so called future happens
, it will happen now, now is all there is, a bit deep, but there you have it.
The past is just a memory
Played out like a programme on t.v
Over and over again in your mind
No matter how hard you try to unwind
It’s your mind that runs the whole show
But it doesn’t want the real you to know
Afraid of what it knows you'll find
Deep down in the annals of your mind
CHORUS
The past is just a story that can never again arrive
Stored as a memory on your minds hard drive
The future’s just a dream that keeps you stuck in time
Hoping and hoping till you’re well past your prime
Your mind believes that it’s in charge somehow
But everything that happens, happens now
The future’s a myth, it doesn’t really exist
Another creation of your mind to make a list
Trying to keep the real you trapped in time
Let’s it run the show and feel sublime
A wish is just a thought you hope will come true
But if it happens, it happens in the present moment for you
Think of the future and your mind says wow
But when the future happens it happens now
CHORUS
The past is just a story that can never again arrive
Stored as a memory on your minds hard drive
The future’s just a dream that keeps you stuck in time
Hoping and hoping till you’re well past your prime
Your mind believes that it’s in charge somehow
But everything that happens, happens now
BRIDGE
Today’s the tomorrow you worried about yesterday
Now drifting further and further away
What was the purpose of all that now
Only to put more lines on your brow
If you work in a factory or behind the plough
There’s only one time and that time is now
Don’t dwell in the past or future dream
Live your life now, not in some future scheme
Don’t think of the future or the past
Live every day as if it’s your last
Life looks after life in this cosmic plan
You can’t change a thing, you only think you can
CHORUS
The past is just a story that can never again arrive
Stored as a memory on your minds hard drive
The future’s just a dream that keeps you stuck in time
Hoping and hoping till you’re well past your prime
Your mind believes that it’s in charge somehow
But everything that happens, happens now.
About the lyrics of this song- Based on the Buddest philosophy
[ zen ] that there is only now and when the so called future happens
, it will happen now, now is all there is, a bit deep, but there you have it.
The past is just a memory
Played out like a programme on t.v
Over and over again in your mind
No matter how hard you try to unwind
It’s your mind that runs the whole show
But it doesn’t want the real you to know
Afraid of what it knows you'll find
Deep down in the annals of your mind
CHORUS
The past is just a story that can never again arrive
Stored as a memory on your minds hard drive
The future’s just a dream that keeps you stuck in time
Hoping and hoping till you’re well past your prime
Your mind believes that it’s in charge somehow
But everything that happens, happens now
The future’s a myth, it doesn’t really exist
Another creation of your mind to make a list
Trying to keep the real you trapped in time
Let’s it run the show and feel sublime
A wish is just a thought you hope will come true
But if it happens, it happens in the present moment for you
Think of the future and your mind says wow
But when the future happens it happens now
CHORUS
The past is just a story that can never again arrive
Stored as a memory on your minds hard drive
The future’s just a dream that keeps you stuck in time
Hoping and hoping till you’re well past your prime
Your mind believes that it’s in charge somehow
But everything that happens, happens now
BRIDGE
Today’s the tomorrow you worried about yesterday
Now drifting further and further away
What was the purpose of all that now
Only to put more lines on your brow
If you work in a factory or behind the plough
There’s only one time and that time is now
Don’t dwell in the past or future dream
Live your life now, not in some future scheme
Don’t think of the future or the past
Live every day as if it’s your last
Life looks after life in this cosmic plan
You can’t change a thing, you only think you can
CHORUS
The past is just a story that can never again arrive
Stored as a memory on your minds hard drive
The future’s just a dream that keeps you stuck in time
Hoping and hoping till you’re well past your prime
Your mind believes that it’s in charge somehow
But everything that happens, happens now.
SHE’S A REAL CELTIC GIRL LYRICS
About these song lyrics - I've always loved red hair, and in my
humble opinion a real Celtic girl will have freckles, and green
eyes, hence these lyrics, and while it's quiet common to see red hair,
freckles and blue eyes, the pure Celt will have green eyes.
Long ago when she went to school
Teachers pet but kids can be cruel
Green eyes freckles and flame red hair
Some of the nuns would stop and stare
Life can be hard, when you stand out from the crowd
Break times were busy, and the slagging was loud
But she was always proud of her roots
Ignored the envy for looking cute
CHORUS
She’s a real Celtic girl
Matured to a flame haired Irish pear!
Sparkling eyes of emerald green
Freckles all around to be seen
A smile that would melt any man’s heart
This Irish beauty from Castlemart
I met her first when we went to school
Every Friday evening by the swimming pool
I told her I liked her flame red hair
I was already getting tangled in her snare
She said it’s not red, it’s strawberry blond
I was really succumbing to her magic wand
Twenty years later were still together somehow
I loved her then, and I still love her now
CHORUS
She’s a real Celtic girl
Matured to a flame haired Irish pearl
Sparkling eyes of emerald green
Freckles all around to be seen
A smile that would melt any man’s heart
This Irish beauty from Castlemart
BRIDGE
It seems there was always this magnetic pull
Life with this beauty is never dull
Now we’ve got our own little Celtic girl
An Irish dancer give it a twirl
Green eyes freckles and flame red hair
Some of the nuns still stop and stare
Our little girl stands out from the crowd
Mom and dad are really proud
Her mother’s beauty is plain to see
A mix of that and a mini me
CHORUS
She’s a real Celtic girl
Matured to a flame haired Irish pearl
Sparkling eyes of emerald green
Freckles all around to be seen
A smile that would melt any man’s heart
This Irish beauty from Castlemart.
About these song lyrics - I've always loved red hair, and in my
humble opinion a real Celtic girl will have freckles, and green
eyes, hence these lyrics, and while it's quiet common to see red hair,
freckles and blue eyes, the pure Celt will have green eyes.
Long ago when she went to school
Teachers pet but kids can be cruel
Green eyes freckles and flame red hair
Some of the nuns would stop and stare
Life can be hard, when you stand out from the crowd
Break times were busy, and the slagging was loud
But she was always proud of her roots
Ignored the envy for looking cute
CHORUS
She’s a real Celtic girl
Matured to a flame haired Irish pear!
Sparkling eyes of emerald green
Freckles all around to be seen
A smile that would melt any man’s heart
This Irish beauty from Castlemart
I met her first when we went to school
Every Friday evening by the swimming pool
I told her I liked her flame red hair
I was already getting tangled in her snare
She said it’s not red, it’s strawberry blond
I was really succumbing to her magic wand
Twenty years later were still together somehow
I loved her then, and I still love her now
CHORUS
She’s a real Celtic girl
Matured to a flame haired Irish pearl
Sparkling eyes of emerald green
Freckles all around to be seen
A smile that would melt any man’s heart
This Irish beauty from Castlemart
BRIDGE
It seems there was always this magnetic pull
Life with this beauty is never dull
Now we’ve got our own little Celtic girl
An Irish dancer give it a twirl
Green eyes freckles and flame red hair
Some of the nuns still stop and stare
Our little girl stands out from the crowd
Mom and dad are really proud
Her mother’s beauty is plain to see
A mix of that and a mini me
CHORUS
She’s a real Celtic girl
Matured to a flame haired Irish pearl
Sparkling eyes of emerald green
Freckles all around to be seen
A smile that would melt any man’s heart
This Irish beauty from Castlemart.
SON, GO AND GET YOURSELF A TRADE LYRICS
About these song lyrics- The Mother God rest her, did
her level best to convince me to get a trade, but I was working as a petrol pump attendant
and earning more money than a first year apprentice and I was too big
a gobshite to see that by year 3 the apprentice would be earning more than me.
So it never happened but it sparked these lyrics many years later.
My mother always said to me
From when I sat upon her knee
Son, when you grow up to be a man
Always do the best you can
Open your ears and listen to me
Life is hard, only the sunshine is free
Go to church, and treat women well
Don’t raise hell, I know It’ll take a spell
But don’t you work with a pick and spade
Son go and get yourself a trade
CHORUS
Look at your uncle Jim he’s got it made
Big house on the hill almost paid
Don’t end up, like your dad and me
Scratching a living down by the sea
There’s plenty of work and its highly paid
Son go and get yourself a trade
Looking back, of course she was right
Too young and gullible to see the light
Made the same mistakes as the generation before
Lean times and hardship often at my door
Too fond of drink and having a good time
Gambling, horses, women and wine
Open your ears and listen to me
Life is hard, only the sunshine is free
Her words now echo like the sound of this spade
Son go and get yourself a trade
CHORUS
Look at your uncle Jim he’s got it made
Big house on the hill, almost paid
Don’t end up, like your dad and me
Scratching a living down by the sea
There’s plenty of work and its highly paid
Son go and get yourself a trade
BRIDGE
She never said, but it makes me shudder
That she always felt, she married the wrong brother
Now my own son, sits upon my knee
In this wooden shack down by the sea
The best advice I can give to him
Is live your life like my uncle Jim
Don’t make this life, so hard to survive
Because no one leaves here alive
Don’t mind the girls and getting laid
Son go and get yourself a trade
CHORUS
Look at your uncle Jim he’s got it made
Big house on the hill almost paid
Don’t end up, like your dad and me
Scratching a living down by the sea
There’s plenty of work and its highly paid
Son go and get yourself a trade.
About these song lyrics- The Mother God rest her, did
her level best to convince me to get a trade, but I was working as a petrol pump attendant
and earning more money than a first year apprentice and I was too big
a gobshite to see that by year 3 the apprentice would be earning more than me.
So it never happened but it sparked these lyrics many years later.
My mother always said to me
From when I sat upon her knee
Son, when you grow up to be a man
Always do the best you can
Open your ears and listen to me
Life is hard, only the sunshine is free
Go to church, and treat women well
Don’t raise hell, I know It’ll take a spell
But don’t you work with a pick and spade
Son go and get yourself a trade
CHORUS
Look at your uncle Jim he’s got it made
Big house on the hill almost paid
Don’t end up, like your dad and me
Scratching a living down by the sea
There’s plenty of work and its highly paid
Son go and get yourself a trade
Looking back, of course she was right
Too young and gullible to see the light
Made the same mistakes as the generation before
Lean times and hardship often at my door
Too fond of drink and having a good time
Gambling, horses, women and wine
Open your ears and listen to me
Life is hard, only the sunshine is free
Her words now echo like the sound of this spade
Son go and get yourself a trade
CHORUS
Look at your uncle Jim he’s got it made
Big house on the hill, almost paid
Don’t end up, like your dad and me
Scratching a living down by the sea
There’s plenty of work and its highly paid
Son go and get yourself a trade
BRIDGE
She never said, but it makes me shudder
That she always felt, she married the wrong brother
Now my own son, sits upon my knee
In this wooden shack down by the sea
The best advice I can give to him
Is live your life like my uncle Jim
Don’t make this life, so hard to survive
Because no one leaves here alive
Don’t mind the girls and getting laid
Son go and get yourself a trade
CHORUS
Look at your uncle Jim he’s got it made
Big house on the hill almost paid
Don’t end up, like your dad and me
Scratching a living down by the sea
There’s plenty of work and its highly paid
Son go and get yourself a trade.
THESE FOUR WALLS SONG LYRICS
I'm here everyday from daybreak till night falls
Staring intently at these four walls
Contemplating all the mistakes I've made
And thinking- about the price I've paid
I've eaten ten Christmas dinners in here
And not seen any family for many a year
When darkness falls behind theese bars
I cant go our and look up at the stars
No warm arms to wrap around me |
Only the hairy ones you don't want to see
Chorus
You don't miss freedom, 'till you don't have it any more
But you've done the crime you know the score
You lie there feeling-down, “feeling- really low
It's four in the morning. Where the tears start to flow
The hatch door open's and you see the screws eyeballs
Another day begins, behind these four walls
Bridge
As the time for freedom is drawing- near.
I'm full of joy, but full of fear
Can loved one's ever overlook
all the past actions that i took:
Counting down the days 'till my release
Birds flying free sunshine and peace
Back to the old farmstead digging the dirt
Try to mend bridges, with loved ones I've hurt.
The thing- I've learned, locked up in this place
Everyone is different in this human race
Some will go straight, stay out of the penn
Others are sure to be back here again
Me I'll stay clean, it's been a long haul
Never going back behind these four walls
Chorus
You don't miss freedom, 'till you don't have it any more
But you've done the crime you know the score
You lie there feeling-down, “feeling- really low
It's four in the morning. Where the tears start to flow
The hatch door open's and you see the screws eyeballs
Another day begins, behind these four walls
I'm here everyday from daybreak till night falls
Staring intently at these four walls
Contemplating all the mistakes I've made
And thinking- about the price I've paid
I've eaten ten Christmas dinners in here
And not seen any family for many a year
When darkness falls behind theese bars
I cant go our and look up at the stars
No warm arms to wrap around me |
Only the hairy ones you don't want to see
Chorus
You don't miss freedom, 'till you don't have it any more
But you've done the crime you know the score
You lie there feeling-down, “feeling- really low
It's four in the morning. Where the tears start to flow
The hatch door open's and you see the screws eyeballs
Another day begins, behind these four walls
Bridge
As the time for freedom is drawing- near.
I'm full of joy, but full of fear
Can loved one's ever overlook
all the past actions that i took:
Counting down the days 'till my release
Birds flying free sunshine and peace
Back to the old farmstead digging the dirt
Try to mend bridges, with loved ones I've hurt.
The thing- I've learned, locked up in this place
Everyone is different in this human race
Some will go straight, stay out of the penn
Others are sure to be back here again
Me I'll stay clean, it's been a long haul
Never going back behind these four walls
Chorus
You don't miss freedom, 'till you don't have it any more
But you've done the crime you know the score
You lie there feeling-down, “feeling- really low
It's four in the morning. Where the tears start to flow
The hatch door open's and you see the screws eyeballs
Another day begins, behind these four walls
THE SAVAGE LOVES HIS NATIVE SHORE SONG LYRICS
About the lyrics in this song - The Mrs. is from The Philippines
and she read an article over here in some magazine with the sentence
''The Savage Loves His Native Shore'' and she asked me what it meant,
so that's what prompted the lyrics of this song.
When something eats at your very core
And causes you to leave your native shore
Friends of yours and family you'll miss
You can no longer live your life like this
Beg the money or hitch a boat ride
Time enough later to salvage your pride
Make a new life in another nation
Or stay on here and face stagnation
CHORUS
Comes a time when you can’t take it anymore
Your brain is dead and your bones are sore
Say goodbye to this lovely scenery
You can’t fill your belly or eat that greenery
The time has come to walk out the door
But the savage loves his native shore
Far away now from the land you were born
A fresh new start, a bright new morn
In this city where many dangers lurk
You were never afraid of a bit of hard work
Food in your belly and money in your pocket
But the price of rent is like a sky rocket
Working up in the local shipyard
The snow is deep and the winters hard
CHORUS
Comes a time when you can’t take it anymore
Your brain is dead and your bones are sore
Say goodbye to this lovely scenery
You can’t fill your belly or eat that greenery
The time has come to walk out the door
But the savage loves his native shore
Doing your best to earn a crust
Working hard is an absolute must
You can’t believe the price of rent
And money back home, has to be sent
Life’s not easy this side of the ocean
Homesick now with waves of emotion
No matter how far away you roam
In your mind you never leave home
CHORUS
Comes a time when you can’t take it anymore
Your brain is dead and your bones are sore
Say goodbye to that lovely scenery
You can’t fill your belly or eat that greenery
The time has come to walk out the door
But the savage loves his native shore
BRIDGE
No sign left now of your childhood faith
More interest now in the food on your plate
On whatever far flung continent
You will never really be content
You can grow many new shoots
But you're always tied by your roots
No matter how far away you roam
There’s no other place like your home
On this lovely green earth
Like the place of your birth
CHORUS
Comes a time when you can’t take it anymore
Your brain is dead, and your bones are sore
Say goodbye to this lovely scenery
You can’t fill your belly or eat that greenery
The time has come to walk out the door
But the savage loves his native shore.
About the lyrics in this song - The Mrs. is from The Philippines
and she read an article over here in some magazine with the sentence
''The Savage Loves His Native Shore'' and she asked me what it meant,
so that's what prompted the lyrics of this song.
When something eats at your very core
And causes you to leave your native shore
Friends of yours and family you'll miss
You can no longer live your life like this
Beg the money or hitch a boat ride
Time enough later to salvage your pride
Make a new life in another nation
Or stay on here and face stagnation
CHORUS
Comes a time when you can’t take it anymore
Your brain is dead and your bones are sore
Say goodbye to this lovely scenery
You can’t fill your belly or eat that greenery
The time has come to walk out the door
But the savage loves his native shore
Far away now from the land you were born
A fresh new start, a bright new morn
In this city where many dangers lurk
You were never afraid of a bit of hard work
Food in your belly and money in your pocket
But the price of rent is like a sky rocket
Working up in the local shipyard
The snow is deep and the winters hard
CHORUS
Comes a time when you can’t take it anymore
Your brain is dead and your bones are sore
Say goodbye to this lovely scenery
You can’t fill your belly or eat that greenery
The time has come to walk out the door
But the savage loves his native shore
Doing your best to earn a crust
Working hard is an absolute must
You can’t believe the price of rent
And money back home, has to be sent
Life’s not easy this side of the ocean
Homesick now with waves of emotion
No matter how far away you roam
In your mind you never leave home
CHORUS
Comes a time when you can’t take it anymore
Your brain is dead and your bones are sore
Say goodbye to that lovely scenery
You can’t fill your belly or eat that greenery
The time has come to walk out the door
But the savage loves his native shore
BRIDGE
No sign left now of your childhood faith
More interest now in the food on your plate
On whatever far flung continent
You will never really be content
You can grow many new shoots
But you're always tied by your roots
No matter how far away you roam
There’s no other place like your home
On this lovely green earth
Like the place of your birth
CHORUS
Comes a time when you can’t take it anymore
Your brain is dead, and your bones are sore
Say goodbye to this lovely scenery
You can’t fill your belly or eat that greenery
The time has come to walk out the door
But the savage loves his native shore.
THAT OLD HALL DOOR SONG LYRICS
About these song lyrics- Many people look back with rose tinted
glasses at houses from their youth. Remembering all the good
times. Growing up but just like every summer is remembered to
have had fantastic weather years ago, but the statistics prove
otherwise. As the lad said , ''Nostalgia Ain't What It Used To Be'' .
But the old mind loves to remember the good times, hence these lyrics.
I often pass that old hall door
From the house where | lived before
The place | grew from boy to man
And learned to cook with a frying pan
The stories that old door could tell
From all the people who rang its bell
The good times and bad, happy and sad
The times I slammed it when feeling mad
And often forgot the key to its locks
The girls I kissed by its letter box
CHORUS
If only that door was able to speak
How many stories would it leak
A family getting on with their lives
From breakfast spoons to dinner knives
The quarrels and disputes joy and laughter
Fighting now and happy ever after
Everything that happened from roof to floor
All behind that old hall door
It was often noisy plenty of kids about
Laughing playing jump and shout
Mom would say, I don’t care who’s the winner
Now wash your hands and eat your dinner
We never really had a lot
But we were always happy with what we got
A big log fire on a cold winter's night
Eating homemade bread by its flickering light
Now we’ve all gone our separate ways
I often miss those good old days
CHORUS
If only that door was able to speak
How many stories would it leak
A family getting on with their lives
From breakfast spoons to dinner knives
The quarrels and disputes joy and laughter
Fighting now and happy ever after
Everything that happened from roof to floor
All behind that old hall door
BRIDGE
What we had, no money can buy
A loving family laughter and joy
I’d trade it all if only somehow
I could have all that, in my own life now
CHORUS
if only that door was able to speak
How many stories would it leak
A family getting on with their lives
From breakfast spoons to dinner knives
The quarrels and disputes joy and laughter
Fighting now and happy ever after
Everything that happened from roof to floor
All behind that old hall door.
REPEAT CHORUS [OPTIONAL]
BUT IT’S THE MONEY YOU MISS SONG LYRICS
About this song. I worked as a manual operative all my life in
different jobs, over 40 years in total, 25 years in a builders
providers , when the bags of cement were 50Kg , not 25Kg
like nowadays. I got a bad back and two hernias for my sins.
Anyway when my last job in Londis warehouse in Johnstown
[ a handy number ] closed down I was 62 and as a manual worker
there's no chance of the start that near to retirement and I ended
up on the dole prompting this lyric.
When they make you redundant, many years too soon
Hand you your cards burst your balloon
Will the rest of your life be spent on the dole
It could get you down and destroy your soul
Like a little lost sheep, thrown on life’s scrapheap
Sit on your ass or dig really deep
Each day of the week is the same routine
Not much self-respect left to be seen
How did it all end that Friday in June
CHORUS
Go for a walk, look up at the sky
Watch the clouds, all pass on by
What went wrong how did it come to this
The job wasn’t great but it’s the money you miss
In your search for an employer
Things are starting to look dire
It seems the skills you have stated
Are now completely outdated
The only replies to your CV
Came from an employment agency
But what they saw on the page
Is only worth minimum wage
How did it all end many years too soon
CHORUS
Go for a walk, look up at the sky
Watch the clouds, all pass on by
What went wrong how did it come to this
The job wasn’t great but it’s the money you miss
The local dole office told you to reinvent
You really don’t know, just what they meant
Your job results so far have been nil
All the more reason they said to upskill
Looking in the mirror, each day of the week
Just who will give you, the job that you seek
Look at your own very bright reflection
What you need to do now is change direction
Starting to inflate a bright new balloon
CHORUS
Go for a walk, look up at the sky
Watch the clouds, all pass on by
What went wrong how did it come to this
The job wasn’t great but it’s the money you miss
Now a few months on, you took the dole’s advice
So many courses you’re spoiled for choice
You chose the one, that meant most to you
Got you out of the house and off the dole queue
Cost a few bob, best money you ever spent
Finally you can now afford the rent
Now upskilled, educated, and totally augmented
You got the best job they ever invented
Life’s for living there’s no other way
Never again will you have this to say
CHORUS
Go for a walk, look up at the sky
Watch the clouds, all pass on by
What went wrong how did it come to this
The job wasn’t great, but -it’s -the-money -you —miss.
About this song. I worked as a manual operative all my life in
different jobs, over 40 years in total, 25 years in a builders
providers , when the bags of cement were 50Kg , not 25Kg
like nowadays. I got a bad back and two hernias for my sins.
Anyway when my last job in Londis warehouse in Johnstown
[ a handy number ] closed down I was 62 and as a manual worker
there's no chance of the start that near to retirement and I ended
up on the dole prompting this lyric.
When they make you redundant, many years too soon
Hand you your cards burst your balloon
Will the rest of your life be spent on the dole
It could get you down and destroy your soul
Like a little lost sheep, thrown on life’s scrapheap
Sit on your ass or dig really deep
Each day of the week is the same routine
Not much self-respect left to be seen
How did it all end that Friday in June
CHORUS
Go for a walk, look up at the sky
Watch the clouds, all pass on by
What went wrong how did it come to this
The job wasn’t great but it’s the money you miss
In your search for an employer
Things are starting to look dire
It seems the skills you have stated
Are now completely outdated
The only replies to your CV
Came from an employment agency
But what they saw on the page
Is only worth minimum wage
How did it all end many years too soon
CHORUS
Go for a walk, look up at the sky
Watch the clouds, all pass on by
What went wrong how did it come to this
The job wasn’t great but it’s the money you miss
The local dole office told you to reinvent
You really don’t know, just what they meant
Your job results so far have been nil
All the more reason they said to upskill
Looking in the mirror, each day of the week
Just who will give you, the job that you seek
Look at your own very bright reflection
What you need to do now is change direction
Starting to inflate a bright new balloon
CHORUS
Go for a walk, look up at the sky
Watch the clouds, all pass on by
What went wrong how did it come to this
The job wasn’t great but it’s the money you miss
Now a few months on, you took the dole’s advice
So many courses you’re spoiled for choice
You chose the one, that meant most to you
Got you out of the house and off the dole queue
Cost a few bob, best money you ever spent
Finally you can now afford the rent
Now upskilled, educated, and totally augmented
You got the best job they ever invented
Life’s for living there’s no other way
Never again will you have this to say
CHORUS
Go for a walk, look up at the sky
Watch the clouds, all pass on by
What went wrong how did it come to this
The job wasn’t great, but -it’s -the-money -you —miss.
IF AGE IS JUST A NUMBER SONG LYRICS.
I'm 13 years older than the Mrs. and you know the old saying
''A Man Is Only As Old As The Woman He Feels'', but for these lyrics
the ego kicked in and I put her older than me and I've been dodging karma
ever since.
If age is just a number
What should that number be
Why is it that people only see
The age gap between you and me
What message does it send
If you’re the one that bucks the trend
Were you born too early, or me too late
Is our love just tempting fate.
CHORUS
If age is just a number
It often makes me wonder
Is there still a chance to find romance
Can love still grow when you’re getting slow
When you’re past your prime
Have you still got time
If age is just a number
When I first met you I was only twenty two
- Out in the back yard splitting lumber
Across the gate we made a date
And you were twice that number
Our love endured through rich and poor
Managed to stay alive and thrive
When lesser love would have fallen asunder
We made our own two little wonders
CHORUS
lf age is just a number
It often makes me wonder
is there still a chance to find romance
Can love still grow when you’re getting slow
When you're past your prime
Have you still got time
If age is just a number
BRIDGE
A spark in the dark that lights a fire
And fills two people with desire
Who says that age’s have to match
When Cupids arrow you're trying to catch
My parents said she’s too old for you
Here’s the thing, that you should do
Take up with Mary from down the road
From a good family with her own abode
Son, stay with someone your own age
Don’t lock yourself inside a cage
Twenty years later and we’ve proved them wrong
Our love has never been so strong
CHORUS
If age is just a number
It often makes me wonder
Is there still a chance to find romance
Can love still grow when you’re getting slow
When you’re past your prime
Have you still got time
If age is just a number
THE CLOTHES ON THE LINE SONG LYRICS
This song is based loosed on a coloured lady who came to
Naas [ Ireland ] many moons ago in poor circumstances
from a distant land, and made a good life here. But with
the husband passed on and the kids flown the nest,
reminiscing on the old days.
As a young girl she saw the clothes on the line
But that was far back in another. Time
When her mother, washed all the things by hand
Long ago when they lived in another land
The line was long and the colours bright
Her siblings ran around play and fight
Back in that land where the sun shines bright
It was easy to dry all those clothes overnight
Chorus
She often thinks back to those times long ago
When her mother hung washing-that blew high and low
Her poor hands were often raw and red
At night when at last, she got to her bed
Her mothers love was warm, back at that time
After hanging out, all the clothes on the line
She met a good man who put a ring in her hand
Moved to another country to farm the land
Raised six kids, times were hard but good
Showed them all the love, a good mother should
But time moves on and waits for no one _
You can't keep them forever daughter or son
Recalling- old times and starting to pine
As she hangs out all the clothes on the line
chorus
She often thinks back to those times long ago
When her mother hung washing that blew high And low
Her poor hands were often raw and red
At night when at last, she got to her bed
Her mother's love was warm, back at that time
After hanging out all the clothes on the line
Bridge
The days are so long now every one's gone
Feeling so bored but she must carry on
Dreaming of all the good times with John.
Now the days of washing by hand are long gone
And sadly also her loving husband John
New washing machine and the newest spin dryer
But she sits along most nights at the big log fire
Hair and nails nicely done in a fancy salon
Dresses to wear made of the best Chiffon
But tears welling up and running down her nose
Because the line only holds one woman's clothes
chorus
She often thinks back to those times long ago
When her mother hung washing that blew high And know
Her poor hands were often raw and red
At night when at last, she got to her bed
Her mother's love was warm, back at that time
After hanging out all the clothes on the line.
Other songs by Alec Latimer here are No Fixed Abode
The Face Behind The Window and Please Fill Up My Paper Cup .
This song is based loosed on a coloured lady who came to
Naas [ Ireland ] many moons ago in poor circumstances
from a distant land, and made a good life here. But with
the husband passed on and the kids flown the nest,
reminiscing on the old days.
As a young girl she saw the clothes on the line
But that was far back in another. Time
When her mother, washed all the things by hand
Long ago when they lived in another land
The line was long and the colours bright
Her siblings ran around play and fight
Back in that land where the sun shines bright
It was easy to dry all those clothes overnight
Chorus
She often thinks back to those times long ago
When her mother hung washing-that blew high and low
Her poor hands were often raw and red
At night when at last, she got to her bed
Her mothers love was warm, back at that time
After hanging out, all the clothes on the line
She met a good man who put a ring in her hand
Moved to another country to farm the land
Raised six kids, times were hard but good
Showed them all the love, a good mother should
But time moves on and waits for no one _
You can't keep them forever daughter or son
Recalling- old times and starting to pine
As she hangs out all the clothes on the line
chorus
She often thinks back to those times long ago
When her mother hung washing that blew high And low
Her poor hands were often raw and red
At night when at last, she got to her bed
Her mother's love was warm, back at that time
After hanging out all the clothes on the line
Bridge
The days are so long now every one's gone
Feeling so bored but she must carry on
Dreaming of all the good times with John.
Now the days of washing by hand are long gone
And sadly also her loving husband John
New washing machine and the newest spin dryer
But she sits along most nights at the big log fire
Hair and nails nicely done in a fancy salon
Dresses to wear made of the best Chiffon
But tears welling up and running down her nose
Because the line only holds one woman's clothes
chorus
She often thinks back to those times long ago
When her mother hung washing that blew high And know
Her poor hands were often raw and red
At night when at last, she got to her bed
Her mother's love was warm, back at that time
After hanging out all the clothes on the line.
Other songs by Alec Latimer here are No Fixed Abode
The Face Behind The Window and Please Fill Up My Paper Cup .