Dave Binyon

summertime

summertime One of these mornin's you're gonna rise up singin' ...

spring is here

spring is here Why doesn't my heart go dancing? ...

what's the life of a man

what's the life of a man What's the life of a man anymore than a leaf A man has his season, so why should he grieve Though all thru this life, we appear fine and gay Like a leaf we must wither and soon fade away ...

why old men cry

why old men cry Remembering I walked from Ypres to Passchendale In the first gray days of spring Through flatland fields where life goes on And carefree children sing Round rows of ancient tombstones Where a generation lies And at last I understood Why old men cry My mother's father walked these fields Some eighty years ago He was half the age that I am now No way that he could know That his unborn grandchild someday Would cross his path this way And stand here Where his fallen comrades lay He'd been dead a quarter century By the time that I was born The mustard gas which swept the trenches Ripped apart his lungs Another name and number Among millions there who died And at last I understood Why old men cry I walked from Leith to Newtongrange At the turning of the year Through desolate communities And faces gaunt with fear Past bleak, abandoned pitheads Where rich seams of coal still lie And at last I understood Why old men cry My father helped to win the coal That lay neath Lothian's soil A life of bitter hardship The reward for years of toil But he tried to teach his children There was more to life than this Working all your life To make some fat cat rich I walked from Garve to Ullapool As the dawn light kissed the earth And breathed the awesome beauty Of this land that gave me birth I looked into the future Saw a people proud and free As I looked along Loch Broom Out to the sea ...

a fresh fall

a fresh fall Harry Allen with Hank Jones Trio - Autumn Leaves ...

but beautiful i

but beautiful i Beautiful to take a chance And if you fall you fall And I'm thinking I wouldn't mind at all But Beautiful ...

s is for evrysing

s is for evrysing The Books - S Is for Evrysing Oure fadir that art in hevenes Halwid be thi name; Thi kyngdom cumme-to; Be thi wille don as in heven and in erthe; Gyve to us this day oure breed ouer other substaunce; And forgeve to us oure dettis As we forgeve to oure dettours; And leede us nat in to temptacioun But delyuere us fro yuel Amen sometimes life makes no scents - weird ...

alone

alone Just the one rose bloom left in the garden ...

sacred grove

sacred grove Palmyra—Sacred Grove The foundational event of the Latter Day Saint movement took place in what is commonly referred to as the Sacred Grove. This Grove is a forested area near the border of western New York near the home of Joseph Smith. It is the location where Smith said he had his First Vision, an important theophany in the movement's theology, occurring in the spring of 1820. Smith had received a revelation from God, first through an angel, and then through a book inscribed on golden plates. Smith translated the writing on the plates into the Book of Mormon, which tells the story of the ancient people of America. It was published in 1830. "Baloney" https://www.brainpickings.org/2014/01/03/baloney-detection-kit-carl-sagan/ ...

these last days

these last days These last days, I've never known in so many ways Looking around me, I realise I've found me ablaze In the peace, deep in the soul of someone who sees That no revolution, no new solutions could ease. ...

when the leaves come falling down

when the leaves come falling down This tree simply begged to be photographed - the light was amazing Oh, the last time I saw Paris in the streets, in the rain And as I walk along the boulevards with you, once again And the leaves come falling down In September,… Van Morrison - when the leaves come falling down ...

days of wine and roses

days of wine and roses The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play Through the meadow land toward a closing door A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before. ...

la vie

la vie Je vois la vie en rose ...

memories of you

memories of you ...How I wish I could forget those happy yesteryears They have left a rosary of tears Your face beams In my dreams 'spite of all I do Everything seems to bring memories of you ...

heart of gold

heart of gold I want to live, I want to give I've been a miner for a heart of gold. It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold. And I'm getting old. Keep me searching for a heart of gold ...

when there is no sun

when there is no sun The sky is a sea of darkness when there is no sun Eternal darkness, darkness, darkness ...

yellow bw

yellow bw Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And everything you do, Yeah, they were all yellow. ...

where the wild roses grow

where the wild roses grow And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die" ...

 

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