Hi everyone.
Here are the links to my YouTube clips for my open mic:
A Place At Your table
Winter Window
Billy Wright
Technically not the best, I'm afraid - this is the first time I've done this so show some mercy
Lyrics here:
A Place At Your Table - The first song I wrote here in a slightly different format from when I posted it on the forum:
I'm coming back to you in the morning,
Feeling empty, running dry
Like a wounded bird I've been falling
Free falling from the sky
I've been away from you for a long time,
Seems a lifetime, fading light
Shadows grow long in the evening,
Eyes deceiving, losing sight
So if you hear me coming
Lay a place at your table,
And pour me a drink for old times
And when I see your face
It's the face I've been seeing,
Every night and every day down the line
Down the line
All down the years when I'm drowning in my fears
I know there's a place I can hide
A calm from the storm where your welcome's always warm
There at the turning of the tide
There's a part of my mind you've been keeping
From the creeping, endless night
Too many days I've been wasting,
Instead of tasting, the sweet sunlight
So if you hear me coming
Lay a place at your table,
And pour me a drink for old times
And when I see your face
It's the face I've been seeing,
Every night and every day down the line
Down the line
The world is a cold place
But there's warmth in your memory,
Enough to keep me coming for a while
And when I kiss your face
It's the face I've been kissing,
Every night and every day down the line
Down the line
Down the line
Down the line
Winter Window - Still haven't got round to recording this properly since putting it in the WIP section:
Please don't look for me
Through your winter window
It won't be my face you see
When December winds blow
I've got to keep moving on
Won't let the grass grow
I've never stayed around too long
For a face in a fading photo
It won't be my voice you hear
In your sleeping hedgerow
Just a note in the call
Of the lonely laughing black crow
I asked you when this all began
With summer's first Swallow
Did you really need a man
Who just lives for tomorrow
My steps are quiet memories
On your frosted meadow
Made by a ghost set free
That never casts a shadow
Please don't sit & cry
This love has caused you sorrow
All that's in this world must die
Like melted summer snow
In the spring's warming light
A quiet whispered hello
Like a fingers dancing flight
On the strings of a cello
Before the winter comes again
And the leaves leave the willow
You won't remember me
Forgotten song on the radio
Please don't look for me
Through your winter window
It won't be my face you see
When December winds blow
Billy Wright 1893 - 1914 - A new song I've not posted on the forum yet in memory of my Great Uncle who died on the Somme and was never found.
Billy Wright Was a country lad
Born in 1893
In the sight of St Saviours Spire
On a cold grey January
His father was a working man
Back bent in the fields
This was the way in England's shires
For the past thousand years
Billy boy grew straight and strong
From years at the plough
He loved to walk the woods and lanes
Taken by tarmac now
Billy loved a pretty girl
Her hair was fine spun gold
They dreamed of the life they'd live
And together they'd grow old
From far away came the battle call
Posters on walls, "we need you all!"
From the longbow's sting to the cannons roar
Young men have left for a foreign war
Billy knew of life and death
It was all around him every day
He knew of sweat and toil and pain
That's how a soldier earns his pay
But that first day on Ypres hill
Wiped his soul away
No man's will however strong
Could ever be the same
Billy Wright was a country lad
With dreams of marching home
Blood and bone, guts and gold
He was destroyed and died alone
From far away came the postman's call
His death kissed face said it all
A life unlived is like an empty hall
Where widows walk and empires fall
Billy Wright was a country lad
Born in 1893
He has no grave no marker stone
Just immortality
