Friday, February 18, 2011
Illinois road trip....
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Susie, the Labradoodle.....
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Trees, This and That.....
words and music by Paul Dresser
'Round my Indiana homestead wave the cornfields,
In the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool.
Oftentimes my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood,
Where I first received my lessons, nature's school.
But one thing there is missing in the picture,
Without her face it seems so incomplete.
I long to see my mother in the doorway,
As she stood there years ago, her boy to greet.
[CHORUS]
Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash,
From the fields there comes the breath of newmown hay.
Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,
On the banks of the Wabash, far away.
Many years have passed since I strolled by the river,
Arm in arm, with sweetheart Mary by my side,
It was there I tried to tell her that I loved her,
It was there I begged of her to be my bride.
Long years have passed since I strolled thro' the churchyard.
She's sleeping there, my angel, Mary dear,
I loved her, but she thought I didn't mean it,
Still I'd give my future were she only here.
*Footnote: Strangely enough I have always thought that this was the Indiana State Song! It is the most well known one. It also shares very similar lyrics in the part about the sycamores and the new mown hay.
BACK HOME AGAIN IN INDIANA
(Ballard MacDonald / James Hanley, 1917)
I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A WAND'RER, OVER LAND AND SEA.
YET A MOONBEAM ON THE WATER, CASTS A SPELL O'ER ME.
A VISION FAIR I SEE, AGAIN I SEEM TO BE.
FANCY PAINTS ON MEM'RY'S CANVAS,
SCENES THAT WE HOLD DEAR
WE RECALL THEM IN DAYS AFTER,
CLEARLY THEY APPEAR.
AND OFTEN TIMES I SEE, A SCENE THAT'S DEAR TO ME.
BACK HOME AGAIN IN INDIANA
AND IT SEEMS THAT I CAN SEE
THE GLEAMING CANDLELIGHT STILL SHINING BRIGHT
THRO' THE SYCAMORES FOR ME
THE NEW MOWN HAY SENDS ALL ITS FRAGRANCE
FROM THE FIELDS I USED TO ROAM
WHEN I DREAM ABOUT THE MOONLIGHT ON THE WABASH
THEN I LONG FOR MY INDIANA HOME