After a week + with a cold and bronchitis, I finally am back among the living. Just in time for the Sunday Singalong. Continuing on the subject of the senses, it occurs to me that there are a large number of songs dealing with touch. Whether it is a loving touch, a hug, or touching something, rather than someone, we are constantly using our sense of touch. And singing about it.
I have loved the old song "Bold Soldier" that can be found in some obscure music books (it's in an ancient Burl Ives pocket-book of songs that I have had since I was a young teen). The phrase, implying touch, "Hold your hand," is repeated a couple of times. It actually means to stop a moment, but sounds as if one is being physically held back. Of course, the song also involves a physical altercation - another type of touch. The Burl Ives version of the lyrics can be found here. But my preferred version is sung by Pernell Roberts and a YouTube of his photos, with "Bold Soldier" playing in the background, has been posted on the Internet.
Your song need not include all the lyrics - just the one about touch. Or make it a link to an MP3 file or YouTube video. Or just a title. Do tell why the song is one that you like. Remember, my grandkids have access to this blog, so keep it clean, folks!
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Well, you asked for it. Here's one of the songs that was popular - very popular, in fact - when I was in high school. And it deals with touching -- "patting," to be precise. Here is the chorus:
ReplyDeleteFeet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him laugh, Ha-ha!
Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him laugh
Ain't seen a babe like this before
He's so good-lookin', gonna have some more
Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him laugh
It was sung by Guy Mitchell in 1952 and is about a man's new baby son! Do you remember it?
Here's the youtube link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITY_y1w0nTo
The song that means alot to me was , "The touch of His Hand", by Mosie Lister 1956. It was a duet my mother taught me when I was four years old. When I think of it I think of her and the many hours we spent singing songs and playing the piano as I was growing up. I also feel very blessed that God gave me a wonderful mother and mentor in her. Here are the words to the chorus:
ReplyDeleteThe touch of His hand,
His touch always means so much to me,
I cling to him now and He walks with me;
I'll make it through to Heaven's bright land.
For I'm kept by the touch of God's mighty hand.
You crack me up, Bobby! And I do remember it ... vaguely.
ReplyDeleteKathye, that is a special one (reminds me of one I can just barely remember - "he touched me").
"He Touched Me" is special to me too. It was a solo my mother was asked to sing in church many, many times.
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