A long, long trail
There's a Long, Long Trail A-WindingNights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary only
List'ning for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Thro' my memory.
Till it seems the world is full of dreams
Just to call you back to me.
Chorus:
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.
All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
Ev'ry where I go.
Tho' the road between us stretches
Many a weary mile.
I forget that you're not with me yet,
When I think I see you smile.
Chorus:
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.
by Stoddard King and Alonzo "Zo" Elliott
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I feel a great explosion of joy inside me; I feel happy and fulfilled within the depths of my soul.
You need to express your joy with gestures and concrete words.
It's time to share this divine folly, this divine enjoyment, the pleasure that is overwhelming you.
Update!
Okay...I stand corrected!
E has pointed out to me that
she's as much of an anachronism as I am her knowledge of obscure songs is much stronger than I've said... Apparently
Monkey to the Chimp and some others were a part of her childhood as well. How strange is that?
But she has yet to answer the question of diapers during Star Wars though....
Anachronism
I've come to the conclusion over the last little while that I'm somewhat of an anachronism. I really firmly hit this conclusion the other day at lunch with E when discussing music that had been part of our childhoods, and I had these strange songs that she didn't know, hadn't even heard of. Now, I'll admit that there is a difference in E's and my age, but it's not exactly Woody Allen-ish. Yes she might have been in diapers when I was going to the movies to see Star Wars, but I was still going with a parent, and getting in for the kids' price.
But some of the music I grew up hearing my mother sing around the house, was truly from another age. I'm talking about lots of WWI songs and similar vintages. Great songs like Mademoiselle from Armentieres, Monkey to the Chimp, Pack Up Your Troubles, and one of my personal favorites, Flat Foot Floogie.
The thing is, my mom wasn't even old enough to know these songs first hand. She hadn't been born when they were sung and popular. Take that last
Flat Foot Floogie, the latest of the songs on my list. Okay, mom was around when it first came out. But she was still single digits, and if you were rounding off to the nearest 10, she'd round down to zero, if you know what I mean. So it got me to wondering, where did she hear these that all those years later she was singing them to me to hear and remember (and now sing to my kids)? Then it hit me, these were her parents' songs.
Her father was old when he had her. I mean old. He'd be well into his triple digits now if he were still alive, and deeply into "medical miracle" territory. He's old enough to have served in the Riel Rebellion of 1885. He was also in the first world war. I suspect that he's the one who modified the lyrics to
Mademoiselle from Armentieres into the version I know now. They're not dirty, just
different.
As to the others, well, they could've been from either, but her mom loved to sing, and those songs were all the music of her teenage years. That was 14-18 for my Grandmother, and music from your teenage years sticks with you all your life. And so she sang them to my mom when she was a little girl, and mom passed them on to me the same way. And now I'm singing them to my boy (soon to be boys) almost a hundred years after the fact. So an anachronism is built, one out of place item at a time...
