Just a Melody
Title
Just a Melody
Description
Song lyrics and transcription
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One sided handwritten document and one page typewritten transcription
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MNichollsJEK2011088-200201-08
Transcription
[underlined] Just a melody [/underlined]
Strange how a tune can live through the years,
And always fill my eyes with tears.
Flood my memory with thoughts of you,
Recalling the days when skies were blue.
Melodies drifting away in my dreams,
Oh! what a century now it seems,
But I hear them again & again in my brain,
Some lilting, some sorrowful, haunting refrain,
Perhaps they remind me of evenings spent,
Beside the river, where a roses scent,
Perfumes the air, and the moon in its flight.
Enhances the beauty of the night.
Or perhaps some corner in a cafe small.
Or the melody made by a waterfall.
A dance hall, lights so soft and low,
Or the rustling of leaves where the cool breezes blow
Thank God I can still hear the tunes I adore.
For since you have gone, I need them all the more.
[page break]
[Royal Air Force crest]
Just a melody.
Strange how a tune can live through years,
And always fill my eyes with tears
Flood my memory with thoughts of you
Recalling the days when skies were blue.
Melodies drifting away in my dreams,
Oh what a century now it seems,
But I hear them again and again in my brain,
Some lilting, some sorrowful haunting refrain.
Perhaps they remind me of evenings spent
Beside the river, where a roses scent
Perfumed the air, and the moon in its flight
Enhanced the beauty of the night.
Or perhaps some corner of a Cafe small
Or the melody made by a waterfall
A dance hall lights so soft and low
Or the rustling of leaves where the cool breezes blow.
Thank God I can still hear the tunes I adore,
For since you have gone I need them all the more.
[signature]
Strange how a tune can live through the years,
And always fill my eyes with tears.
Flood my memory with thoughts of you,
Recalling the days when skies were blue.
Melodies drifting away in my dreams,
Oh! what a century now it seems,
But I hear them again & again in my brain,
Some lilting, some sorrowful, haunting refrain,
Perhaps they remind me of evenings spent,
Beside the river, where a roses scent,
Perfumes the air, and the moon in its flight.
Enhances the beauty of the night.
Or perhaps some corner in a cafe small.
Or the melody made by a waterfall.
A dance hall, lights so soft and low,
Or the rustling of leaves where the cool breezes blow
Thank God I can still hear the tunes I adore.
For since you have gone, I need them all the more.
[page break]
[Royal Air Force crest]
Just a melody.
Strange how a tune can live through years,
And always fill my eyes with tears
Flood my memory with thoughts of you
Recalling the days when skies were blue.
Melodies drifting away in my dreams,
Oh what a century now it seems,
But I hear them again and again in my brain,
Some lilting, some sorrowful haunting refrain.
Perhaps they remind me of evenings spent
Beside the river, where a roses scent
Perfumed the air, and the moon in its flight
Enhanced the beauty of the night.
Or perhaps some corner of a Cafe small
Or the melody made by a waterfall
A dance hall lights so soft and low
Or the rustling of leaves where the cool breezes blow.
Thank God I can still hear the tunes I adore,
For since you have gone I need them all the more.
[signature]
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Citation
J E K Nicholls, “Just a Melody,” IBCC Digital Archive, accessed April 25, 2024, https://ibccdigitalarchive.lincoln.ac.uk/omeka/collections/document/25355.
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