Mine is number 1,Keane, somewhere only we know, and 2, Supertramp, take the long way home. Whats yours?
Mine is number 1,Keane, somewhere only we know, and 2, Supertramp, take the long way home. Whats yours?
I like songs with lyrics with a story or meaning. And there are many singer-songwriters who can chuck out a good set of words and a tune, among them Harvey Andrews. Harvey Andrews is from Birmingham but now lives in a village not far from Stafford. He has now all but given up performances but there is a catalogue of his work to listen to.
This song was written in the 1960's, the words say it all, a tale of love in the first world war and I think it is what is not said that makes the song all the more poignant.
Margarita
They're playing our song, Margarita; dance it this last time with me
It won't be long, Margarita; soon I'll be overseas
Let me know that you'll care when I've gone over there
They're playing our song, Margarita; dance it this last time with me
Kiss me again, Margarita, give me a memory of you
They say in France, Margarita, one more push, we'll be through
Yes I'll write, but where from? All they'll say is the Somme
So kiss me again, Margarita, give me a memory of you
It's a new world, Margarita, we'll build, when it's through
In that new world, Margarita, we'll be wed, me and you
My old great-aunt Margarita, she'd been blind thirty years
Would tell me of young Margarita, of her man and her tears
She would say, He was tall, there's his picture on the wall
My old great-aunt Margarita, she'd been blind thirty years
She would ask, Is he smiling? I would stare at the frame
But the sun was there shining through her window again
Where that sun always shone he had faded and gone
But she would ask, Is he smiling? I would say, He's the same
It's a new world, Margarita, we'll build, when it's through
In that new world, Margarita, we'll be wed, me and you
They're playing our song, Margarita; dance it this last time with me
It won't be long, Margarita; soon I'll be overseas
Let me know that you'll care when I've gone over there
They're playing our song, Margarita; dance it this last time with me
Harvey Andrews.
I like songs with lyrics with a story or meaning. And there are many singer-songwriters who can chuck out a good set of words and a tune, among them Harvey Andrews. Harvey Andrews is from Birmingham but now lives in a village not far from Stafford. He has now all but given up performances but there is a catalogue of his work to listen to.
This song was written in the 1960's, the words say it all, a tale of love in the first world war and I think it is what is not said that makes the song all the more poignant.
Margarita
They're playing our song, Margarita; dance it this last time with me
It won't be long, Margarita; soon I'll be overseas
Let me know that you'll care when I've gone over there
They're playing our song, Margarita; dance it this last time with me
Kiss me again, Margarita, give me a memory of you
They say in France, Margarita, one more push, we'll be through
Yes I'll write, but where from? All they'll say is the Somme
So kiss me again, Margarita, give me a memory of you
It's a new world, Margarita, we'll build, when it's through
In that new world, Margarita, we'll be wed, me and you
My old great-aunt Margarita, she'd been blind thirty years
Would tell me of young Margarita, of her man and her tears
She would say, He was tall, there's his picture on the wall
My old great-aunt Margarita, she'd been blind thirty years
She would ask, Is he smiling? I would stare at the frame
But the sun was there shining through her window again
Where that sun always shone he had faded and gone
But she would ask, Is he smiling? I would say, He's the same
It's a new world, Margarita, we'll build, when it's through
In that new world, Margarita, we'll be wed, me and you
They're playing our song, Margarita; dance it this last time with me
It won't be long, Margarita; soon I'll be overseas
Let me know that you'll care when I've gone over there
They're playing our song, Margarita; dance it this last time with me
Harvey Andrews.
