Roger Edens

Twas on a bright morning in Summer
When I first heard his voice spakin' low
As he said to a colleen beside him
"Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?"

Och many times often ye met me
And told me that I should be
You darling, Acushla,
A Lana Mavourneen, Asuilish machree

Purty girl, purty girl,
With no on there to show her how
The purt, purt, purty girl is now
Milking her cow

I have not the manners or graces
Of the girls in the world where ye move
And I have not their beautiful faces
But oh, I've a heart that can love

And if it please ye, I'll dress me in satin
With jewels, jewels in me brow
But och, don't be after forgettin'
Your purty girl milking her cow

Purty girl, purty cow,
I'm sure this song would have never been wrote
If the pretty girl hadda been milking her goat
But the goat wasn't feeling well anyhow
So the pretty girl was milking her cow.

Her cow, her cow...
La, la, la, la, la, la...
La, la, la la, la, la, la La, la, la, la
A purty girl milking her cow!

I'm tired of the noise and hurly-burly
that fills the city late and early.
I long to hear the music of the used-to-be
that mother nature made for me.

I want to wander where the skies are blue,
where birds are singing all the long day through,
the music that I love to listen to
down on melody farm.

The cowbells tinkle in the early morn.
the bees are buzzin' 'round a field of corn,
to tell me that another song is born
down on melody farm.

The lazy river is drifting along
while daffodils dance on a hill
and while it's drifting it composes a song
to a water lily.

The morning sings the golden melody,
the evening brings the moonlight symphony,
for all the world is wrapped in harmony
down on melody farm.

I'm gonna pack my bag,
I'm gonna clear my brain,
and then I'm gonna buy a one-way ticket
on the fastest choo-choo train.

I'm gonna try to find
a little peace of mind.
I wanna leave the sound of rivets
and the horns of taxis way behind.

I want to run through the fields of the new-mown hay
and at the close of day
let me stray
where I hear the organ playing.
Just a song at twighlight
when the lights are low.
I wanna go,
I wanna go
I wanna be a little country girl in calico.

The morning sings the golden melody,
the evening brings the moonlight symphony,
for all the world is wrapped in harmony
down on melody farm.

Fifteen thousand times a day
I hear a voice within me say
Hide yourself behind the screen
You shouldn't be heard, you shouldn't be seen
You're just an awful in between

That's what I am and in between
It's just like small pox quarantine
I can't do this, I can't go there
I'm just a circle in a square
I don't fit in anywhere

I"m past the stage of dull and carriage
I'm not the age to think of marriage
I'm too old for toys and I'm too young for boys
I'm just an in between

I'm not a child or children bore me
I'm not grown up, grown ups ignore me
And in every sense I'm just on a fence
I'm just an in between

I'll be glad when momma let's me go to dances
And have romances
I'll be glad to have a party dress that boys will adore
A dress that touches the floor

I'm sick and tired of bedtime story
I'm so inspired by love and glories
But I guess it's no use, I still get mother goose
I'm just an in between

I'm allow to go to pictures shows
That is if nurse is feeling able
But we only go to Mickey Mouse
I'm not allowed Clarke Gable

It's such an imposition
For a girl who's got ambition
To be an in between

My dad says I should bother more
About my lack of grammar
Huh, the only thing that bothers me
Is my lack of glamor

Why if I could use a lipstick and a powder pop
Who knows I might be [Incomprehensible] in the rough
Instead of in between

I'll be glad when uncle Jim can't call me precious child
That simply drives me wild
I'll be glad to have a date that doesn't grow on a trees
A date that's not history

I'll be so glad when I have [Incomprehensible]
All by myself, I get so lonesome
And I hope and pray for the day when I'll be sweet sixteen
Then I won't have to be an in between

It's a great day for the Irish, it's a great day for fair!
The sidewalks of New York are thick with blarney
For shure you'd think New York was Old Kilarney!
It's a great day for the Shamrock, for the flags in full array
We're feeling so inspirish, shure because for all the Irish
It's a great, great day!

It's a great day for the Irish, it's a great day for fair!
Begosh, there's not a cop to stop a raiding
Begorra all the cops are out parading!
It's a great day for the Shamrock, for the flags in full aray
And as we go a swinging, ev'ry Irish heart is singing
It's a great, great day!

Never could carry a tune, never knew where to start
You came along when everything was wrong and put a song in my heart

Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody
It haunted me from the start
Something inside of me started a symphony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart

'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing
About a nest set apart
All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart

[Chorus]
Your eyes made skies seem blue again
What else could I do again
But keep repeating through and through
"I love you, love you"

I still recall the thrill, guess I always will
I hope 'twill never depart
Dear, with your lips to mine, a rhapsody divine
Zing! Went the strings of my heart

Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody
It haunted me from the start
Something inside of me started a symphony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart

'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing
About a nest set apart
All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony
Zing! Went the strings of my heart

[Chorus]

I still recall the thrill, I guess I always will
I hope 'twill never depart
Dear, with your lips to mine, a rhapsody divine
Zing! Oh, Oh, Oh went the strings of my heart