| weather | : | cloudy | |
| outside | : | 2°C | |
| mood | : |  | excited |
| music | : | Bing Crosby, Rosemary Clooney - Silver Bells | |
I discovered today that (at least at the Lansdowne Mall store) they had a Web Bar Listening Post. You take your favorite CD over, scan the barcode in and it immediately starts streaming the music to the headphones at near CD quality. You can skip to the track you want. You can also pull up other albums by the same artist and listen to those online.
I grabbed Ben Heppner's My Secret Heart... really, who else would I pick? =D
Anyway, "The Roses of Picardy" was one of the encore performances at Ben's concert in April that I went to. I couldn't find the lyrics for the life of me back then, but now I know why. I was looking for "The Roses of Piccadille". I thought it was some variant of "Piccadilly" because of the way I heard "Picardy" pronounced: "pee-kah-DEE".
It was written as a tribute to British soldiers fighting in France in World War I. It's a really beautiful song when Ben sings it. =)
- The Roses of Picardy
She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea blue eyes,
She is watching and longing and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies.
And a song that stirs in the silence,
As the wind in the boughs above.
She listens and starts and trembles.
'Tis the first little song of love...
Roses are shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silvery dew.
Roses are flowering in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime,
And our paths may be far apart,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy!
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart!"
And the years fly on forever,
'Til shadows veil their skies,
But he loves to hold her little hands
And look in her sea blue eyes.
And she sees the road by the poplars,
Where they met in the bygone years,
For the first little song of the roses
Is the last little song she hears:
Roses are shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silvery dew.
Roses are flowering in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime,
And our hearts may be far apart,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy!
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart!
Music by Haydn Wood
with lyrics by Frederick E. Weatherley, 1916
