Ann Mayo Muir songs
I offer this song with permission from Dave Goulder, Master Craftman, Folk Musician and long time friend . Our birthdays are side by side. He is an expert on building dry stone walls , teaches how to do it , and has long been in love with trains. Google his name and you will discover a man brimming with good humor and knowledge. He lives in England. www.davegoulder.co.uk
I offer this song.
"'Faraway Tom is a fairy-tale character who is only half-seen
at dawn and dusk, emerging from the trees or lurking by the stable".
He wrote this song for a little girl who thought that he lived in a tent and always ate porridge. I inadvertently changed the melody slightly. The last note of the melody should go up to the third, rather than down to the first note of the scale.
Gordon Bok Is playing his 12 string guitar.
This is a song I sang for many years and I always find it new.
For today I would like to sing this to honor
Little Hippy for her AOM.
FARAWAY TOM
When the calendar brings in the cuckoo,
And the Summer comes following on,
The thin mists of day
See him running away,
And they know him as Faraway Tom.
The earth is his bed and his pillow
And his sheets are the clothes he has on.
He sleeps all afternoon
Then he's hunting the moon,
Till it rises for far away Tom.
He sees the fox leaving his hollow,
And he knows where the badger has gone.
He watches the fawn
In the sheltering thorn,
But they don't see old Faraway Tom.
He knows nothing of letters and learning,
And of manners and such, he has non.
Yet he numbers the seasons on
Fingers and toes,
As they pass over Faraway Tom.
But what of the winters to follow ?
Will age and cold winds bring him down?
For where can he lie
When the snow fills the say,
And the years tell on Faraway Tom ?
(repeat first verse)
(C) Dave Goulder
I offer this song.
"'Faraway Tom is a fairy-tale character who is only half-seen
at dawn and dusk, emerging from the trees or lurking by the stable".
He wrote this song for a little girl who thought that he lived in a tent and always ate porridge. I inadvertently changed the melody slightly. The last note of the melody should go up to the third, rather than down to the first note of the scale.
Gordon Bok Is playing his 12 string guitar.
This is a song I sang for many years and I always find it new.
For today I would like to sing this to honor
Little Hippy for her AOM.
FARAWAY TOM
When the calendar brings in the cuckoo,
And the Summer comes following on,
The thin mists of day
See him running away,
And they know him as Faraway Tom.
The earth is his bed and his pillow
And his sheets are the clothes he has on.
He sleeps all afternoon
Then he's hunting the moon,
Till it rises for far away Tom.
He sees the fox leaving his hollow,
And he knows where the badger has gone.
He watches the fawn
In the sheltering thorn,
But they don't see old Faraway Tom.
He knows nothing of letters and learning,
And of manners and such, he has non.
Yet he numbers the seasons on
Fingers and toes,
As they pass over Faraway Tom.
But what of the winters to follow ?
Will age and cold winds bring him down?
For where can he lie
When the snow fills the say,
And the years tell on Faraway Tom ?
(repeat first verse)
(C) Dave Goulder
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