Roald Dahl Song Roald Dahl was my ol pal when I was young, we had such fun, With George’s Marvelous Medicine, James and The Giant Peach, The Twits and The BFG And Charlie And The Chocolate Factory
Roald Dahl was my ol pal when I was lonely, I’d pick up a book and read, Dodging Bogus, Bunce and Bean, Fantastic Mr Fox and Me, Or with the Champion, Danny, Or window washing with Giraffe The Pelly and Me
Roald Dahl could be your new Pal, If you let him be Just turn a page and see He flew planes up in the sky You might not know he was a spy And an inventor too But most of all he wrote stories The world’s best stories For me and you
Roald Dahl was my ol pal when I was young, we had such fun, With George’s Marvelous Medicine, James and The Giant Peach, The Twits and The BFG And Charlie and The Chocolate Factory
The Enormous Crodile, the Witches and revolting rhymes, The Magic Finger and Matilda And Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator.
For those who will be in Dublin city on Culture Night 23rd September, I’ll be performing some of Lucinda Jacob’s poetry for children through song in Dublin Castle in conjunction with RTÉ and Poetry Ireland. So that’ll be a fun project from 5 to 6pm.
Then at 8pm in the Unitarian Church on Stephen’s Green, I’ll be performing with my friends of The Gospel Project. There’s so much on around the country and Dublin City that night, I do hope you all get some culture in wherever you are.
Week 3 of Song Of The day is going to be poetry. We’ll start with this one from my Whorls album. Very autumnal lyrics.This recording incorporates some electric guitar sounds I’ve been developing over the last few years in various gigs with poets and authors.
lyrics by WB Yeats
THE WILD SWANS AT COOLE
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?