A tap, Gossage. I said a tap.
You're not introducing a film.
♪ Louis ♪
♪ And now the purple dusk ♪ ♪ of twilight time ♪
♪ Steals across the meadows ♪ ♪ of my heart ♪
♪ High up in the sky ♪
♪ The little stars climb ♪
♪ Always reminding me ♪
♪ That we're apart ♪
♪ You wander down the lane ♪ ♪ and far away ♪
♪ Leaving me a song ♪
♪ That will not die ♪
♪ Love is now the stardust ♪
♪ Of yesterday ♪
♪ The music ♪
♪ Of the years ♪
♪ Gone by ♪
Mrs. Wilberforce…
I understand you have rooms to let.
Mam!
Can I go to the pictures, Mam?
- Mam? - Yeah?
- I've got a penny. - So?
If you give me 11 pence, I'd have a shilling.
You're not soft, are you?
Mam?
Oh, go on, Mam.
Our Titchie said she'd take me.
Oh, go on, Mam.
Eh, Bud, get me those nets…
out of the lads' bedroom, will you?
Okay, Mam.
Pass us a few bricks, will ya?
Oh, come on, lad. Where's those nets?
I want to wash them.
That's before he'll bring them down.
You little bugger!
♪ If you were the only girl in the world ♪
♪ And I was the only boy ♪
♪ Nothing else would matter ♪
♪ In this world today ♪
♪ We would go on loving ♪
♪ In the same old way ♪
♪ A Garden of Eden ♪
♪ Just meant for two ♪
♪ With nothing to mar our joy ♪
♪ I would say ♪
♪ Such wonderful things to you ♪
♪ There would be ♪
♪ Such wonderful things to do ♪
♪ If you were the only girl ♪
♪ In the world ♪
♪ And I was the only boy ♪
Go on. Get me purse.
Oh, thanks, Mam!
♪ Today ♪
♪ We would go on living ♪
- Your tea's ready, Kev. - Okay, Mam.
All right, Mam.
Hiya, Mam.
Hey, John, will you get the flatirons out for me?
Yeah, okay, Titch. Where's our Bud, Mam?
The pictures. Where else?
♪ Every little breeze ♪ ♪ is sighin' of love undyin' ♪
♪ At sundown ♪
♪ Every little bird is resting ♪ ♪ feather-nesting ♪
♪ At sundown ♪
♪ Each little rosebud ♪
- ♪ Is sleepin' ♪ - Will you take us in, mister?
♪ While shadows ♪
♪ Are creepin' ♪
♪ In a little cottage cozy ♪ ♪ the world seems rosy ♪
♪ At sundown ♪
- ♪ Where a lovin' smile will greet me ♪ - Will you take us in, please?
♪ Always meet me at sundown ♪
- ♪ I seem to sigh ♪ - Will you take us in, mister?
♪ I'm in heaven ♪
- ♪ When the night is fallin' ♪ - Thanks, mister!
♪ Love is callin' me home ♪
♪ I seem to sigh ♪
♪ I'm in heaven ♪
♪ When the night is fallin' ♪
♪ Love's callin' me home ♪
I'll get you, Mavis!
- What are you running for? - Tiddle Hodge was chasing me.
- Why? - I was skittin' him.
You be careful.
One day he'll catch you and give you a right go-along.
♪ Tiddle-iddle-iddle ♪
♪ Tiddle-iddle-iddle Hodge ♪
Ah, is this your daughter?
Got a boyfriend? Got a boyfriend?
It's smashin' at the moment.
See that one there? Went right up in the sky, and it hit me house.
- Ah, it's great. - Some fire.
Hey, watch what you're doin' with them sparklers.
♪ Blow the wind southerly ♪
♪ Southerly, southerly ♪
♪ Blow the wind south ♪
♪ O'er the bonny blue sea ♪
♪ Blow the wind southerly ♪
♪ Southerly, southerly ♪
♪ Blow, bonny breeze ♪
♪ My lover to me ♪
♪ They told me last night ♪
♪ There were ships in the offing ♪
♪ And I hurried down ♪
♪ To the deep rolling sea ♪
♪ But my eye could not see it ♪
♪ Wherever might be it ♪
♪ The barque that is bearing ♪
♪ My lover to me ♪
♪ Blow the wind southerly ♪
♪ Southerly, southerly ♪
♪ Blow, bonny breeze ♪
♪ O'er the bonny blue sea ♪
♪ Blow the wind southerly ♪
♪ Southerly, southerly ♪
♪ Blow, bonny breeze ♪
♪ And bring him to me ♪
♪ Is it not sweet ♪
♪ To hear the breeze singing ♪
♪ As lightly it comes ♪
♪ O'er the deep rolling sea ♪
♪ But sweeter and dearer ♪
♪ By far 'tis ♪
♪ When bringing the barque ♪
♪ Of my true love ♪
♪ In safety ♪
♪ To me ♪
- There's our John and Kevin, Mam. - John!
- Kevin! - Kevin!
John! Kevin!
Oh, yeah. Round the end. Nearly had the green one.
♪ She stepped away from me ♪
♪ And she went through the fair ♪
♪ And fondly ♪
♪ I watched her move here ♪
♪ And move there ♪
♪ And then she went homeward ♪
♪ With one star awake ♪
♪ As the swan in the evening ♪
♪ Moves over the lake ♪
- ♪ Last night she came to me ♪ - ♪ Last night she came to me ♪
♪ She came softly in ♪
♪ So softly she came ♪
♪ That her feet made no din ♪
♪ And she laid her hand on me ♪
♪ And this she did say ♪
♪ It will not be long, love ♪
♪ Till our wedding day ♪
Me dad used to sing that.
Granddad O'Brien?
Yeah.
Lock up, will you, Kev?
Okay, Mam.
Mam.
It was a man! It was a man!
It's all right.
You're all right.
It's your last term at Canon Kennedy's, isn't it, lad?
Are you looking forward to going up to the big boys' school, Bud?
What am I gonna get for Christmas, Mam?
Don't be so nosy.
♪ Once in royal David's city ♪
♪ Stood a lowly cattle shed ♪
♪ Where a mother laid her baby ♪
♪ In a manger for his bed ♪
♪ Mary was ♪
♪ That mother mild ♪
♪ Jesus Christ her little child ♪
Makes your heart bleed, doesn't it?
Are you gonna help me with these things?
In the morning.
I've got to get a tree.
- No, we got that little tree of our own. - Have you got the tree?
I think it's still in the attic.
You should give some of them decorations away.
- You've had them for years. - No, I like these.
They've got a real history, haven't they?
It's Christmas.
Happy Christmas, lad.
Happy Christmas, Bud.
In those days they had time for everything –
time for sleigh rides and balls…
and assemblies and cotillions…
and open house on New Year's.
Oh, the Cokey Cokey!
Knees bend, arms stretch, rah, rah, rah!
It's 12:00!
♪ Should old acquaintance ♪ ♪ be forgot ♪
♪ And never brought to mind ♪
♪ Should old acquaintance ♪ ♪ be forgot ♪
♪ For the sake ♪ ♪ of auld lang syne ♪
♪ For auld lang syne, my dear ♪
♪ For auld lang syne ♪
♪ We'll take a cup ♪ ♪ of kindness yet ♪
♪ For the sake ♪ ♪ of auld lang syne ♪
♪ For auld lang syne, my dear ♪
♪ For auld lang syne ♪
♪ We'll take a cup ♪ ♪ of kindness yet ♪
♪ For the sake ♪ ♪ of auld lang syne ♪
And this pageant of the tenantry…
was the last of the great long-remembered dances…
that everybody talked about.
- What's "kinershet," Mam? - What's what?
You know, in that song, "We'll take a cup of kinershet."
Oh. It's "kindness yet."
- All the best. - All the best, Mr. Campbell.
Lock the back door, will you, Kev?
I already did before we went out.
Don't half panic, Mam.
Good night, Titch.
Good night, Mam.
God help anyone with no home tonight.
Well…
I wonder what 1956 will bring.
Put something cold on his neck.
Like keys. That'll do the trick.
Stay here until your nose stops bleeding.
Thank you, Sister.
♪ Faith of our fathers ♪
♪ Sanctify my breast ♪
♪ Body of Christ be ♪
♪ Now my saving guest ♪
♪ Deep in thy wounds, Lord ♪
♪ Hide and shelter me ♪
♪ So that I'll never ♪
♪ Never part from thee ♪
Are you Povey?
- I thought it was Povey. - Are you from Bernard Street?
No. Canon Kennedy's.
Who's a fruit then? Eh?
That's just to show you who's boss.
I'm Mr. Nicholls.
You play ball with me…
and I'll play ball with you.
Seconds!
I'm from Canon Kennedy.
Who's the fruit then? Eh?
Povey.
So what did he say to you?
It's a bit strong, isn't it? What do you think of that?
- Have a smell of that. - It's too strong.
All right, I won't put it on.
- I paid for that! - Where did you get it?
Well, did you get me stuff for me?
Yeah, two pairs nylons, 15 denier –
American Tan, fully fashioned –
pan stick, and nail varnish.
- Majestic Red? - Yeah.
Imperial Leather, Picturegoer, and Picture Show.
- Evening in Paris? - They didn't have any.
Oh, what am I gonna do? I haven't got –
Here, Titch. You can have a bit of mine. Pity it's not Chanel.
- ♪ Once in love ♪ - ♪ With Amy ♪
♪ Always in love with Amy ♪
- Leave her alone, you two. - Take no notice of them, Amy.
They're just lettin' the soft out.
♪ Her lips are much ♪ ♪ too close to mine ♪
♪ Take care, my foolish heart ♪
Bud, would you go get us a packet of ciggies?
Aah!
Is this 18 Kensington?
- I'm looking for Mona. - No, it bloody well isn't!
This is 18 Kensington Street.
Kensington's the main road.
- There's no Mona here. - Go on, frig off!
Thank you.
- See ya, Bud, lad. - Good night.
See ya, Bud.
Mam said don't be late.
If you shine the torch up into the night sky…
the light goes on forever.
Who says?
Our teacher.
♪ Me and my shadow ♪
♪ Walking down the avenue ♪
Go on up, lad. I'll bring the cocoa.
Oh, thanks, Mam.
♪ And when it's 12:00 ♪
♪ We climb the stairs ♪
♪ We never knock ♪
♪ 'Cause nobody's there ♪
♪ Just me ♪
♪ And my shadow ♪
♪ All alone and feeling blue ♪
This is the BBC Home Service.
Lift up your hearts. Our speaker this week…
is the Reverend –
Come on, you four. Make a shape. It's well past 7:00.
Jesus tonight, it's cold!
Hey, Bud, will you do me back for me?
You'll soon be grown up…
won't you, lad?
Go on, get washed, and I'll bring you your tea and toast.
Okay, Mam.
You're late.
Report to Mr. Bushell, the headmaster…
and then go upstairs to the nurse in room 10.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Why have you come?
Mr. Nicholls told me to report late, sir.
Hmm.
Come on.
In future be punctual.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Lice.
Clean.
Lice.
Clean.
Oh! Christ, that's cold!
Okay, you can rinse it out now, Bud.
Oh! God blimey, it's scaldin'!
Oh, you little sadist!
Can we go to the second house, Titch?
Give us a chance, will ya? I haven't even looked at the Echo yet.
Anyway, what's on?
Can we see Young at Heart? It's at the Forum.
Oh, I suppose so.
Oh, thanks, Titch.
- Go to Tyrers and get some sweets. - What sort?
Eh, Mis Shapes. Go on. The money's in me coat.
- Are you ready? - Yeah.
Get your coat on. We don't want to miss the beginning, do we?
Argh! Hey, Mam!
- Keep still! - Aw, Titch!
Aw, it stinks!
- Do you prefer having nits? - No.
Then you'll have to put up with the stink, won't ya?
There you are. All done.
All right, next.
- First wet, Albie! - All right, Edna?
Oh, I'm dead chocka. Cook, wash, clean – that's all I do.
I never go anywhere. I'm like the bleedin' prisoner of Zenda.
Look at them hands. Putrid.
Hey, Mam, it's me dad.
Tell him his tea's in the oven and I'll be in in a minute.
Little Billy isn't half going like you, isn't he?
I know, poor little swine. You could chop wood with my face, couldn't ya?
God blimey, what nature has in store for us.
- Hello, girl. - See what I mean?
Still on the electric, Curly?
- Nah, I spewed it. - Why?
- He didn't like the fella, did he? - How are you managing?
- Doin' foreigners. - Thank Christ.
Otherwise we'd be eatin' fuse wire.
He's full of rhythm, though, isn't he?
Yeah, like St. Vitus.
You must realize I don't even know who St. Vitus is.
Don't start doin' those stupid bleedin' impressions!
He does them good, though, doesn't he?
God blimey, don't encourage him.
If he thinks he's got an audience, he'll do it more. I'm tormented enough.
Listen, kid, nobody torments you. But I'm gonna torment you. Why?
- 'Cause I'm Little Caesar. - Who's that?
Edward G. Robinson.
Sounds more like bleedin' Cardew Robinson.
He does it to annoy me. Doesn't half get on me nerves.
Come on, girl, where's me scoff?
In the oven. Steak and onions.
Oh, I had that last week.
If you're not careful, I'll hit you with it.
Isn't it bleedin' lively, turnin' his nose up at steak and onions?
Some poor bastards never get it. Tomorrow night it'll be dog food.
Sounds "ruff."
See what I put up with?
I should never have got married.
What the bleedin' hell did I ever see in you?
- Mam! - Wha'?
- I'm hungry. - Oh, eat someone!
I'll swing for these kids one of these days.
Come on, soft ollies, we better go.
Have you heard the latest?
They're burying Catholics in Protestant cemeteries now.
They're dead, like!
The next bus will be along in a few minutes. Be under it.
See you, Ed.
- Ta-ra, Curly. - Ta-ra.
- Ta-ra. See ya. You need a shave. - So do you.
- Stop messin', tant. - Andrews?
- Present, sir. - Aughton?
- Present, sir. - Barnes?
- Present, sir. - Bedson?
- Present, sir. - Bell?
- Present, sir. - Clotworthy?
- Present, sir. - Crowley?
- Present, sir. - Davies?
- Present, sir. - Duckworth?
- Present, sir. - Dunne?
- Present, sir. - Ferguson?
Present, sir.
Your card.
Is it your ear again?
I suppose you've been picking at it, haven't you?
What nasty little creatures you little boys are.
If you snitch, we'll get you tonight.
Get into line.
S4, right wheel.
Quick march, left, right, left.
"The process of erosion.
Erosion is the cumulative effect…
of a great variety of processes."
Full stop.
"In general, these can be divided into five groups.
One –
river…
erosion.
Two –
rain…
erosion.
Three –
glacial…
erosion.
Four –
wind erosion.
And five –
marine…
erosion.
Life also cooperates in the work of destruction.
One –
rivers and their valleys."
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…
I give you my heart and my soul.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…
I give you my body and blood.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…
assist me in my last agony.
May I say, when I am dying…
"Jesus, mercy. Mary, help."
In the name of the Father and of the Son…
and of the Holy Ghost…
amen.
♪ Ae fond kiss ♪
♪ And then we sever ♪
♪ Ae fareweel ♪
♪ Alas, for ever ♪
♪ Deep in heart-wrung tears ♪
♪ I pledge thee ♪
♪ Warring sighs ♪
♪ And moans ♪
- ♪ I'll wage thee ♪ - Hello, Mrs. Davies.
All right, Mrs. Simon?
♪ Had we never ♪
♪ Loved sae blindly ♪
♪ Had we never ♪
♪ Loved sae kindly ♪
♪ Never met ♪
♪ Or never parted ♪
♪ We had ne'er be ♪
♪ Broken-hearted ♪
♪ Fare thee weel ♪
♪ Thou first and fairest ♪
♪ Fare thee weel ♪
♪ Thou best and dearest ♪
♪ Thine be ilka ♪
♪ Joy and pleasure ♪
♪ Peace ♪
♪ Contentment ♪
♪ Love ♪
♪ And pleasure ♪
- You bored? - Just knackered.
I saw right to the back of your throat then.
Did you have a nice day?
- ♪ Ae fond kiss ♪ - Yeah. I really enjoyed myself.
♪ And then we sever ♪
♪ Ae fareweel ♪
♪ Alas, for ever ♪
♪ Deep in heart-wrung tears ♪
♪ I pledge thee ♪
♪ Warring sighs ♪
♪ And moans ♪
♪ I'll wage thee ♪
Oh, go on, put the lights on.
Oh, it's duck-apple night!
Did you have a nice time then, Bud?
- Yeah. - That's good, isn't it?
I'll bet you went on everything, didn't you?
- No. I tried the big wheel – - Did you feel a bit sick?
Yeah.
I went on the waltzers.
I went on them with Jean. You know Jean?
Well, we had a big candy floss.
Did you have a candy floss?
Good night, Bud.
Gosh, Miss Esther…
I-I hope I'm not too presumptuous…
for you don't need any beauty sleep.
What a nice compliment.
- How does it go? - How does what go?
"Over the banister leans a face…
tenderly sweet…
and – and –"
♪ Beguiling ♪
♪ Nobody ♪ ♪ only those eyes of brown ♪
♪ Tender and full of meaning ♪
♪ Gaze on the – ♪
♪ The loveliest face ♪
♪ In town ♪
♪ Over the banister ♪
♪ Leaning ♪
My Jesus…
it is the weight not of the cross…
but of my sins…
which has made thee suffer so much pain.
By the merits of this first fall…
deliver me from the misfortune…
of falling into mortal sin.
Aah!
I love thee, Jesus…
my love above all things.
I repent with my whole heart of having offended thee.
Never permit me to separate myself from thee again.
Grant that I may love thee always…
and then do with me what thou wilt.
Glory be to the Father…
and to the Son…
and to the Holy Ghost…
as it was in the beginning…
is now…
and ever shall be…
world without end, amen.
Come on, hurry up.
We all know what you're trying to hide.
♪ Out on the briny ♪
♪ With a moon big and shiny ♪
♪ Melting your heart of stone ♪
♪ I'd like to get you ♪
♪ On a slow boat to China ♪
♪ All to myself ♪
♪ Alone ♪
Who's this? "I'm Attila – Attila the Hun."
- Esther Williams. - Oh, you bastard!
- Edna, tell him to behave. - People have been strangled for less, haven't they?
- Want a drink, girl? - In a minute. I'm going for a twinkle.
- Say one for me. - Oh, shut it.
It's perishin' out there.
♪ Bongo, bongo, bongo ♪ ♪ I don't wanna leave the Congo ♪
♪ Oh, no, no, no, no ♪
Isn't that singin' bleedin' terrible? Like an ollie in a bottle.
♪ Bingo, bangle, bungle ♪
♪ I'm so fond of the jungle ♪ ♪ I refuse to go ♪
Choke him, somebody.
Now, Curly, behave yourself. Otherwise Edna will give you 40 lashes.
That'd be an incentive, wouldn't it, love?
- In for a bevvy? - You're all right, John. Me Judy'll get me one up.
You've had enough. You can't have just one drink. You've got to get palatic.
Aw, go on, girl.
Be nice.
Nice to be nice. People are people.
They're not grapefruit, are they? God help him. He's in a world of his own.
"World"? Mm!
I don't want to die. I'm a Yankee Doodle dandy.
Stop doin' those stupid bleedin' impressions.
Otherwise, wooden overcoat. Savvy?
- See here, kid, no one… - Oh, shut up, bleedin' screwball!
♪ I'll leave the nighttime ♪
♪ To the dreamers ♪
♪ I'll leave the songbird ♪
♪ To the blind ♪
♪ I'll leave the moon above ♪
♪ To those in love ♪
♪ When I leave this world behind ♪
♪ When I leave this world ♪
♪ Behind ♪
That was me mam's song, that.
Come on, girl. You give us one.
♪ I don't know why ♪ ♪ I love you like I do ♪
♪ I don't know why ♪ ♪ I just do ♪
♪ I don't know why ♪ ♪ you thrill me like you do ♪
♪ I don't know why ♪ ♪ I just do ♪
♪ You never seem to want ♪ ♪ my romancin' ♪
♪ The only time you hold me ♪ ♪ is when we're dancin' ♪
♪ I don't know why ♪ ♪ I love you like I do ♪
♪ I don't know why ♪ ♪ I just do ♪
Come on. Our Bud now.
♪ We're a couple of swells ♪
♪ We stop at the best hotels ♪
♪ And we prefer the country ♪
♪ Far away from the city smells ♪
♪ Wall Street bankers are we ♪
♪ With plenty of currency ♪
♪ We'd open up the safe ♪
♪ But we forgot ♪ ♪ where we put the key ♪
♪ The Vanderbilts ♪ ♪ are waiting at the club ♪
♪ But how are we to get there ♪ ♪ That's the rub ♪
♪ We would sail up the avenue ♪
♪ But we haven't got a yacht ♪
♪ We would ride up the avenue ♪
♪ But the horse we got was shot ♪
♪ We would ride on the trolley car ♪ ♪ but we haven't got the fare ♪
♪ So we'll walk up the avenue ♪
♪ Yes, we'll walk up the avenue ♪
♪ till we're there ♪
You're always saying I never take you anywhere. We'll go to the dance.
- The Grafton's for bits of kids. We're too old. - You're as old as you feel.
Look, you may think you're Peter Pan, but I'm not bleedin' Wendy.
We're not goin'.
Yes, Edna. No, Edna. Three bags full, Edna.
Hey.
Where's me jacket? It's cold.
- What's happenin'? - Get your arms in.
- Me tiny hand is frozen. - If it was any bigger, it'd have frostbite.
♪ Oh, you beautiful doll ♪
♪ You great big beautiful doll ♪
Whatever you do, Helen, don't get married.
You might end up with someone like this soft bastard.
- ♪ Let me put my arms… ♪ - Button it!
- Good night, you two. Don't you stay up too late. - ♪ I could never live without you ♪
Lock up, will you, Kev?
Okay, Mam.
That's Mr. Yates.
He's got cancer.
Come on, Bud. Time for mass.
Okay, Mam. See you later, Albie.
Okay.
Are you going to Cast Iron Shore, Kev?
No, Woolton Woods.
Can I go with you?
You haven't got a bike, Bud, lad.
Well, will you bring me some pears back, then?
Yeah.
Can I have a bit of your drink, Kev?
You won't like it.
Aw, it's horrible!
Told you you wouldn't like it.
- Watch the car. - Look both ways, Jean.
Can't I come with you?
Oh, go on, let me.
Don't forget the pears.
That was Ray's a Laugh, with Kitty Bluett…
Kenneth Connor, Laidman Brown, Rosalind Knight, and starring Ted Ray.
This recorded program was written by Bernard Botting and Charles Hart…
and produced by Leslie Griffiths.
♪ I hear the cottonwoods ♪
♪ Whisperin' above ♪
♪ "Tammy, Tammy ♪
♪ Tammy's in love" ♪
♪ The old hooty owl ♪
♪ Hooty-hoos to the dove ♪
♪ "Tammy, Tammy ♪
♪ Tammy's in love" ♪
♪ Does my lover feel ♪ ♪ what I feel ♪
♪ When he comes near ♪
♪ My heart beats so joyfully ♪
♪ You'd think ♪ ♪ that he could hear ♪
♪ Wish I knew if he knew ♪
♪ What I'm dreamin' of ♪
♪ Tammy ♪
♪ Tammy's in love ♪
Holy, holy, holy –
♪ Whipporwill, whipporwill ♪
♪ You and I know ♪
♪ Tammy, Tammy ♪
- And in pulpit, talking interminable nonsense… - ♪ Can't let him go ♪
the Reverend Lord Henry D'Ascoyne.
- ♪ The breeze from the bayou ♪ - The D'Ascoynes certainly appear…
- to have accorded with the tradition of the landed gentry… - ♪ Keeps murmuring low ♪
- and sent the fool of the family into the church. - ♪ Tammy, Tammy ♪
- Please stand. - ♪ You love him so ♪
- ♪ When the night is warm, soft and warm ♪ - Get into line.
- ♪ I long for his charms ♪ - Turn.
- ♪ I'd sing like a violin ♪ - Good night, boys.
- Good night, sir. - Off you go.
You're a shower, an absolute shower. There's no other word for it.
- And you, Windrush, you're an absolute rotter. - ♪ Wish I knew if he knew ♪
♪ What I'm dreamin' of ♪
♪ Tammy ♪
♪ Tammy's in love ♪
Come on, let's go.
Aren't you goin' to the pictures?
I've got no one to go with.
What about Albie?
He's just gone past with John Hughes.
Can't you run after them and ask can you go with them?
♪ If I had my life ♪
♪ To live over ♪
♪ I would still do ♪
♪ The same things again ♪
♪ I would still love to roam ♪
♪ To that place I call home ♪
♪ Where happiness never ♪
♪ Would end ♪
♪ I'd meet you ♪
♪ When school days ♪ ♪ were over ♪
♪ And we'd walk ♪ ♪ down the lanes ♪
♪ We once knew ♪
♪ If I had my life ♪
♪ To live over again ♪
♪ I would still ♪
♪ Fall in love ♪
♪ With you ♪
And now it came at last:
George Amberson Minafer had got his comeuppance.
He got it three times filled…
and running over.
But those who had so longed for it were not there to see it…
and they never knew it.
Those who were still living…
had forgotten all about it…
and all about him.
"Four –
wind erosion.
The waters of the seas readily respond by movement…
to the brushing of the wind over the surface…
to the variations of temperature and salinity…
to the gravitational attraction of the moon and sun…
and to the Coriolis force.
A – tides and currents."
Do you know what that is?
There?
It's a great cake, a bride-cake.
Mine!
On this day of the year, long before you were born…
this heap of decay was brought here.
It and I have worn away together.
Mice have gnawed at it…
and sharper teeth than teeth of mice…
have gnawed at me.
And I have a fancy I should like to see someone play.
Play.
What did you get for Christmas, Albie?
A cowboy outfit and a Bren gun.
Our Kevin bought me a watch.
Some of those stars are dead.
The light from them started out when Jesus was alive.
How do you know?
Our Titchie said.
♪ No star is o'er the lake ♪
♪ Its pale watch keeping ♪
♪ The moon is half awake ♪
♪ Through gray mist creeping ♪
♪ The last red leaves fall ♪
♪ 'Round the porch of roses ♪
♪ The clock ♪ ♪ has ceased to sound ♪
♪ The long day closes ♪
♪ Sit by the silent hearth ♪
♪ In calm endeavor ♪
♪ To count ♪ ♪ the sounds of mirth ♪
♪ Now dumb forever ♪
♪ Heed not how hope believes ♪
♪ And fate disposes ♪
♪ Shadow is 'round the eaves ♪
♪ The long day closes ♪
♪ The lighted windows ♪
♪ The lighted windows dim ♪
♪ Are fading slowly ♪
♪ The fire that was so trim ♪
♪ Now quivers lowly ♪
♪ Quivers lowly ♪
♪ Go to the dreamless bed ♪
♪ Where grief reposes ♪
♪ Thy book of toil is read ♪
♪ The long day closes ♪
♪ Go to the dreamless bed ♪
♪ Where grief reposes ♪
♪ Thy book of toil is read ♪
♪ Go to the dreamless bed ♪
♪ The dreamless bed ♪
♪ The long day ♪
♪ Closes ♪