Laid on my back with the sun in my eyes;
Soon I shall know what no living men know.
All of my life’s been a fight against lies,
Death brings the truth, and it’s my turn to go.
Send my mother a lock of my hair,
Send my father the watch that he gave me.
Tell my brother to follow me if he dare,
Tell them I’m lost now and no-one can save me.
Remember, remember,
Send my love little yellow roses.
My father taught me that all men are equal,
Whatever colour, religion or land;
Told me to fight for the things I believed in
That's what I did—with a gun in my hand.
Send my mother a lock of my hair,
Send my father the watch that he gave me.
Tell my brother to follow me if he dare,
Tell them I’m lost now and no-one can save me.
Remember, remember,
Send my love little yellow roses.
I met my love in a garden of roses,
She pricked her finger, so sharp the thorn grows.
We made a promise that ‘til death should part us
We’d never look on that wild yellow rose.
Send my mother a lock of my hair,
Send my father the watch that he gave me.
Tell my brother to follow me if he dare,
Tell them I’m lost now and no-one can save me.
Remember, remember,
Send my love little yellow roses.
Soon I shall know what no living men know.
All of my life’s been a fight against lies,
Death brings the truth, and it’s my turn to go.
Send my mother a lock of my hair,
Send my father the watch that he gave me.
Tell my brother to follow me if he dare,
Tell them I’m lost now and no-one can save me.
Remember, remember,
Send my love little yellow roses.
My father taught me that all men are equal,
Whatever colour, religion or land;
Told me to fight for the things I believed in
That's what I did—with a gun in my hand.
Send my mother a lock of my hair,
Send my father the watch that he gave me.
Tell my brother to follow me if he dare,
Tell them I’m lost now and no-one can save me.
Remember, remember,
Send my love little yellow roses.
I met my love in a garden of roses,
She pricked her finger, so sharp the thorn grows.
We made a promise that ‘til death should part us
We’d never look on that wild yellow rose.
Send my mother a lock of my hair,
Send my father the watch that he gave me.
Tell my brother to follow me if he dare,
Tell them I’m lost now and no-one can save me.
Remember, remember,
Send my love little yellow roses.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2015/4/30 - 11:17
"Around 56 years ago I was involved writing scripts, and then some songs for BBC TV. The pop world was in its infancy, and I wrote for, amongst others, Joe Brown, The Vernon Girls, Jess Conrad, and Adam Faith. I seem to remember writing Little Yellow Roses for a B side for Adam in about 1962. I wrote the tune and the lyrics, and John Barry did that particular arrangement, as I worked with him a lot. I hadn't heard the song for half a century until your letter arrived. I don't remember writing it for the Spanish Civil War specifically—it was a song for all freedom fighters really." (Trevor Peacock)
B.B. - 2017/10/20 - 12:56
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Parole e musica di Trevor Peacock (1931-), attore shakespeariano e occasionalmente songwriter.
Arrangiamento di John Barry (1933-2011), grande compositore inglese, soprattutto di colonne sonore per il cinema (sue gran parte di quelle della serie su James Bond 007).
Interpretata dalla popstar Adam Faith (1940-2003) nel suo disco eponimo del 1962.
Testo trovato su Mainly Norfolk: English Folk and Other Good Music.
Una canzone sulla guerra di Spagna o, comunque, su chiunque abbia combattuto per la libertà e l’uguaglianza: “Mio padre mi ha insegnato che tutti gli uomini sono uguali / Qualunque sia il colore, la religione o la provenienza; / Mi ha detto di lottare per le cose in cui ho creduto / Ed è quello che ho fatto, con una pistola in mano.”