Thursday, March 7, 2019

Idyllic Song Lyrics



Back in, oh I guess it was 1966, when our little group was putting together a folk-singing trio, I dabbled in a bit of song writing. I didn’t get very far, but I did manage to complete one that we ended up performing at the South Pasadena (CA) Music Festival a couple of years later.

We completed the song to a grand ovation, then launched into our rousing encore number, If I Had a Hammer. Visit my song with me ...

The Beauty of My Land

Waving wheat in fields of gold,
Mighty rivers, truths untold.
On the hillside, look below and see
The beauty of my land.
Oh, come and take my hand,
Come and see her majesty so grand.

Fortunately, I had committed that first verse to memory. There were a few more, a requirement for public performance. Unfortunately, I had typed them out on my portable typewriter and saved in a file folder when the wife and I returned to Hawaii in 1972.

(It’s tragic that we had no personal desktops, laptops, tablets, iPads, or mobile phones with digital storage in those days. They were still many decades away.)

The song turned into “wayward socks,” you know the ones that enter a washing machine and/or dryer, never to be seen again. Despite my recent intensive search in all possible places the lyric sheet might have been hiding, it’s disappeared.

Perhaps someday, I’ll have the energy and inclination to complete the song with new lyrics.

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