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Lyrics composed by
John Henderson on 25th June, 2007,
as a tribute to his Great Grand Aunt, Jeannie (Rennie) Menzies,
who died in the Clydebank Blitz as her home at 31 Peel Street,
Partick, Glasgow
collapsed around her on the 30th March, 1941.
The accompanying midi is J. Carson Robison's 1927 music for,
'My Blue Ridge Mountain Home'.
When my mind starts recalling childhood days so enthralling
In my village long ago,
My old heart goes pit-patter, and ears hear young folks chatter,
And my eyes begin to glow.
I see the corn crops a-swaying, I hear the hens at their laying,
And relive each flow'r in bloom;
But these are all fond dreams, where reality it seems
Was but year on year of gloom!
Thus I never knew the wartime life I had
Was so sheltered from death's sting,
As the bombs came in thousands making others sad
From sore losses these did bring.
Though I heard planes' low-dronings I didn't realise
What dreadfully fatal sounds these were; [oh, oh, no!]
Till later in peacetime, when it all was explained ..
Clydebank blitzed, lots left lifeless, others maimed!
When my mind keeps recalling childhood days so enthralling
There in 'Banknock' years ago,
I think happ'ly of school days, hayfields, burns, and wild
byways,
And the thrills of ice and snow.
All the great games with bats and balls, tree climbs as well as
walls,
Wee 'Hidey-holes' in broom;
But these are all fond dreams, where reality it seems
Was the looming threat of doom!
MUSICAL INTERLUDE
When my mind starts recalling childhood days so enthralling
In my village long ago,
My old heart goes pit-patter, and ears hear young folks chatter,
And my eyes begin to glow.
I see the corn crops a-swaying, I hear the hens at their laying,
And relive each flow'r in bloom;
But these are all fond dreams, where reality it seems
Was but year on year of gloom!
MUSICAL INTERLUDE
No I never knew the wartime life I had
Was so sheltered from death's sting,
As the bombs came in thousands making others sad
From sore losses these did bring.
Though I heard planes' low-dronings I didn't realise
What dreadfully fatal sounds these were; [oh, oh, no!]
Till later in peacetime, when it all was explained ..
Clydebank blitzed, lots left lifeless, others maimed!
When my mind keeps recalling childhood days so enthralling
There in 'Banknock' years ago,
I think happ'ly of school days, hayfields, burns, and wild
byways,
And the thrills of ice and snow.
All the great games with bats and balls, tree climbs as well as
walls,
Wee 'Hidey-holes' in broom;
But these are all fond dreams, where reality it seems
Was the looming threat of doom! |
