Romance

Flower or Bee?

Round and round and round it goes,

Like a bee, a bumblebee, a humble bee.

From flow’r to flow’r love grows

Silently, so stealthily.

Hearts begin to pound, astound -

But not a bee, not any bee, nor any bee

Could he paint love’s…glorious sound.

Is he a flow’r, is he a bee?

Oh, Fleurs-de-lys,

Oh, fleurs, oh fleurs, oh fleurs, Fleurs-de-lys.

Round and round and round it flies,

Like a bee, a lovely bee, a honeybee.

From flow’r to flow’r it…sighs,

In middle C, or is it E?

An elvan bee, an elvan bee –

All hearts aglow, begins to…flow, starts and grows,

But what is it, an…elvan bee?

Nobody…knows, just nobody knows.

Oh, Fleurs-de-lys,

Oh fleurs, oh fleurs, oh fleurs, Fleurs-de-lys.

Round and round and round we hum,

Not a bee, not…ordin’ry,

From flow’r to flow’r a…drummetty drummy drum,

Thump, drump…stumpingly…cleverly.

Off the ground, without a sound

Not very slow, well hello! By the…sea

Maybe we have…sinn’d, or never found -

Is he a flow’r, or the bee?

Oh, Fleurs-de-lys,

Oh fleurs, oh fleurs, oh fleurs, Fleurs-de-lys.

Round and round and round I swing,

Is he for me, my elvan bee?

From flow’r to flow’r, I sing.

Is he my destiny?

He and I, bound by a sigh.

Is that all, or do I lie in wait and see?

Can love deny, or say goodbye?

Is my dear elvan bee for me?

Oh, Fleurs-de-lys,

Oh fleurs, oh fleurs, oh fleurs, Fleurs-de-lys.

Round and round and round it goes,

A flock of bees, quite flighty…honeybees,

Just hopeful beaux, who knows -

Love…eternally?

Round and round and round it goes,

From flow’r to flow’r, higher, higher, bursting free

The lows and highs, the highs and lows -

Sometimes the flow’r, sometimes the bee.

Oh, Fleurs-de-lys,

Oh fleurs, oh fleurs, oh fleurs, Fleurs-de-lys.

It's Funny

Spoken

Y’know, it’s funny

How a bloke can live a life

More or less alone,

In a happy vacuum between

Years before and years to come.

What are those years, anyway?

They’re gone, or on the way,

Part of another, vaguer, scene.

Sung

Y’know, it’s funny

How a bloke can change so soon,

One December day

When she arrives a little late,

To pledge herself all to him.

He knows, but doesn’t know,

That things are on the change,

That what will come will come what may!

Y’know, it’s funny

How a bloke can be re-born

When someone else is!

She, too, arrives a little late,

With much more fuss than her Mum!

Then life really begins

As a little life grows,

Grows, grows at a furious rate.

Y’know, it’s funny

How a bloke can win such joy

From a bit of him.

How fights and shouts and spanks and pranks

Blur and fade, yet grow and shine.

So comes today, this day,

No more is she a ‘child’ -

Spoken

A woman now, but still the same.

Yes, it is funny, isn’t it!

Let's Go Off to Wars

My young friends, an enemy is across the sea,

They want our land and wealth.

They’re getting ready to dare to take us

By force and cunning stealth.

You must be steady, you must get ready,

You must believe in our cause.

Our life is far too dear to us, so

Let’s go off to wars.

The call has gone out, the call has gone out -

Muster to the call.

Your country calls, your comrades call:

Answer their call.

Empire’s youth, enemies are across the sea,

Who want our pride and wealth.

Who’re getting ready to dare to break us

By force and cunning stealth.

We must be steady, we must be ready,

We must fight those bloody Boers.

Our life is far too dear to us, so

Let’s go off to wars.

The call has gone out, the call has gone out -

Let us heed the call.

Your country calls, your comrades call:

Answer their call.

Allies brave, enemies threaten the free -

They stalk our commonwealth.

They’re getting ready to dare to take us

By force and cunning stealth.

We must be steady, we must be ready,

Their guns are all aimed at our shores.

Our life is far too dear to us, so

Let’s go off to wars.

The call has gone out, the call has gone out -

Again we hear the call.

Your country calls, your comrades call:

Answer their call.

Free world men, enemies press in on all sides

To steal our lives and health.

They’re seeking the world unless we stop them

By force and clever stealth.

We must be steady, we must be ready,

Those commies care nothing for laws.

Our life is far too dear to us, so

Let’s go off to wars.

The call has gone out, the call has gone out -

Again we need the call.

Your country calls, your comrades call:

Answer their call.

There’s always an enemy around somewhere

Who wants ‘your land or self’.

Who’s getting ready to dare to take you

By force or cunning stealth.

You must be steady, you must be ready,

You must believe in our cause.

Your life is far too dear for them, so

Let’s go off to wars.

Again we hear the call.

Our country calls, our comrades fall:

Answer their call.

The call has gone out, the call has gone out -

Again we hear the call.

Our country calls, our comrades fall:

Answer their call.

Our comrades fall…

Answer their call.

The Lady of My Land

You were the lady of my land

When we met.

Reflections in the window, music from the band,

A swirling dancing set.

You were the lady of my land

As we walked along those roads,

Sharing life’s little loads,

You were the lady of my land.

And I love loving you,

I love loving you.

There’s a million things that I can do

But the best is loving you.

You were the lady of my land

When we wed.

Rainbowed glass in the window, as you took my hand,

Then timeless vows were said.

You were the lady of my land,

So we walked back up the aisle –

And I still wear that smile

For you, the lady of my land.

And I love loving you,

I love loving you.

There’s a million things that I can do

But the best is loving you.

You are the lady of my land

Still today.

I am framed in your window, and the picture’s grand:

Will never go away.

You are the lady of my land,

And when all is said and done,

After the setting sun,

You’ll stay the lady of my land.

And I love loving you,

I love loving you.

There’s a million things that I can do

But the best is loving you.

The best is loving you.

Music by Ken Bayly

Macneill of Barra

There is a small island across a black sea

Towards the sunset, westerly,

With long golden beaches, hills heather kissed,

Wide bays, still lochs, and sweet soft mist.

There lived a proud man

In castle of stone,

Loved by his clan, but

All alone.

And on that small island across the black sea,

Towards the sunset, westerly,

The lonely young chieftain wed his sweetheart:

Gold days, still nights, never apart.

There lived a proud man

In castle of stone,

Loved by his clan, yet

Still alone.

The years slowly passed, he began to despair,

When would he get his son and heir?

Then came a night’s ending, goldening dawn –

From out of pain a son was born.

He was strong, he was fair,

Yes, from legends spun,

A father’s prayer was

His one son.

Across their small island his son roamed so free,

His life a golden melody.

Along broad beaches, over the hills,

Jumping, running, swimming in rills.

Building a new man,

Well vers’d in life’s guile,

To lead the clan in

Yet awhile.

Then away from their home, across the black sea,

The sounds of battle, stridently.

Alarums were sounded, loud was the call,

‘Help us! Save us! Answer our call!’

He sharpened his sword

And hefted his shield,

Gathered his horde, all

Hearts full steeled.

They carried his body back o’er the black sea,

Along a gold path, westerly.

Back to the island home, to the old chief

Awaiting his son: grief, oh grief.

And there they were buried,

The old and the young,

Together again, and

Their song sung.

My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

My love is like a red red rose

A garden where only beauty grows

With wond’rous vistas plainly seen

In each leaf of emerald green

My love is like a red red rose

A place which my heart so truly knows

There are many strange twists and turns

And sweet, tinkling, crystal burns

My love is like a red red rose

A land of rainbows and sunset glows

A place, a garden, tranquil sea

There, my dear, for you and me!

A place, a garden, tranquil sea,

There, my dear, for you and me!

A place, a garden, tranquil sea,

There, my dear, for you and me!

For you and me!

After Robbie Burns

There's Love

There’s love, love’s there, hope’s there.

It falls, it calls to sing.

Such joy it brings to hearts and souls, but

Beware of love, take care, beware!

The re’s love, love’s there, love’s there.

It grows, it slows, it lives.

Pure joy it gives to young and old, but

Beware of love, take care, beware!

There’s hope, love here, love there.

It sighs, it flies, it reigns.

It ties, it chains, from hot to so cold.

Beware of love, take care, beware!

There’s love, love’s there, there, there.

It sings, it wings, it dies.

It brings its prize. It lifts life threefold.

Take care of love, take care, take care!

Butterfly

Flower or Bee?

It's Funny

Let's Go Off to Wars

The Lady of My Land

Macneill of Barra

My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

There's Love

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