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I remixed this and include the original 'description' for interest. It originally was a poem I wrote in the 80's as a response to one of those "Have your Poems Published' adverts in the local press. I entered this and it was published, but they omit to tell you that you have to buy the book that contains your poem, but lesson learned. I always liked the poem though, because it was about when I was young just after the 2nd world war, when people were finding peace and happiness again after so many years of misery and rations etc. This is poem about the 40's, when I was about 10/11 yrs old, and my Dad came out of the Navy (I'd never seen him till then) and we moved to a new house. People were indeed very friendly then and they would stand or sit on their doorsteps chatting to each other (no TV's then in the UK); and in the evening a family of brothers all adult and their father (no mother), would start to play accordian and sing, in harmony as people gathered round and joined in at the garden gate. Everyone was poor and some didn't even have a cot for the baby, so they used a drawer in the built-in unit at the side of the fire instead. Anyway, I digress... I wrote this poem in my fifties thinking I was old and not much longer to live.... but here I still am, putting music to it and singing LOL. So I hope it takes you back musically to those times and that you like it..... nostalgic though it is.
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Lyrics
Of Summers Gone.
Where are the summer days that blazed when I was just a boy?
We’d go for walks down country lanes, oh, life was such a joy.
In fields of grass that smelled so sweet, we’d while the day away,
While Skylarks twittered high above, and trees would gently sway.
........................
The heavy scent of Hawthorn blossom filled the summer air,
And home we’d stroll at eventide, we hadn’t got a care.
People were so friendly then, the war had not long gone,
A peaceful feeling everywhere, the summers Oh! So long.
Bridge
Every door was left ajar, and on those sultry nights,
Groups would gather down the street to sing or say what’s right.
In perfect harmony it seemed, they’d sing with all their might,
As everyone would take a turn sing into the night.
.................
Tired and drunk with happiness, we’d wander to our beds,
The mem’ries of the day just spent, still swimming in our heads.
Now, just recalling as I have, those days when I was young,
I can hear the songs, still smell the smells that on those summers hung.
Repeat last verse.
Now, just recalling as I have, those days when I was young,
I can hear the songs, still smell the smells that on those summers hung.
On those summers hung.
Where are the summer days that blazed when I was just a boy?
We’d go for walks down country lanes, oh, life was such a joy.
In fields of grass that smelled so sweet, we’d while the day away,
While Skylarks twittered high above, and trees would gently sway.
........................
The heavy scent of Hawthorn blossom filled the summer air,
And home we’d stroll at eventide, we hadn’t got a care.
People were so friendly then, the war had not long gone,
A peaceful feeling everywhere, the summers Oh! So long.
Bridge
Every door was left ajar, and on those sultry nights,
Groups would gather down the street to sing or say what’s right.
In perfect harmony it seemed, they’d sing with all their might,
As everyone would take a turn sing into the night.
.................
Tired and drunk with happiness, we’d wander to our beds,
The mem’ries of the day just spent, still swimming in our heads.
Now, just recalling as I have, those days when I was young,
I can hear the songs, still smell the smells that on those summers hung.
Repeat last verse.
Now, just recalling as I have, those days when I was young,
I can hear the songs, still smell the smells that on those summers hung.
On those summers hung.
sammydix
those type of "publishers" aren't interested in anything but getting your money...bordering on a scam. as a wannabe writer myself, i've seen all kinds of crap like that. If you're lucky (and talented) enough to get published, no money should pass your pockets before the fact.
touching song with so much emotional ambiance. you seem to be the king of that. very mellow.