You wrote a song one time, Harry.
Oh aye, I did, yes.
Old Killer Lay, that's it.
And what's the story behind it?
Well, the story behind it is that
when I was a young boy courting
and I was sitting on the set tea
and my memory went back to the days I was courting
and I got a couple of sheets of paper
and I put down the words, Old Killer Lay.
That's the story of it.
Well, will you give us the song now?
Yes.
As I stopped dreaming alone in the evening
Oh, my memory and thoughts ever stray
To the days when I first started courting
In my own town of Old Killer Lay
I met her one day while out walking
And we both stood and talked for a while
Then I asked if I could see her again
And she answered me yes with a smile
She was tall, she was dark, she was lovely
And her eyes was a wonderful gleam
And I knew from this very first moment
That this girl was part of my dream
Hand in hand we would walk round the network
We could hear the whale billows roar
See the waves with their white caps of beauty
As they rushed on their way to the shore
Then I kissed her and held her so gently
While the moon had shone high up above
Oh, the stars were so bright on that wonderful night
We were two young people in love
Then she whispered, I love you, I love you
And will till the day that I die
Oh, I'll never forget those sweet hours
Around the shores of Old Killer Lay
Just two years after that we were married
On the day when the sun shone so bright
As she stood by my side at the altar
A picture of beauty in white
Then the clergyman started to service
And each selfish whispered, I do
As I placed the ring on her finger
Then I knew that my dream had come true
But married life is just what you make it
It can bring you some pain or a great joy
But thanks to that wonderful master
We were blessed with a girl and a boy
With time
And tied with snowman
For now we are both old and grey
But those fond memories forever
I'll cherish
Around the shores
Of Old Killer Lay
Very nice indeed, Harry
Well, here's one, Bobby
For year after year, for 52 years
I was attending a midnight service
That was, you know, the church in the hill
That's the old, the church in England
And I went every year
And I come home this night
And I was thinking over it
And I got a bit of paper
And I put the words down
Well, I tell you now
Year after year
As the old passes out
And the start of a new one begins
On that little old hill
High up in the hill
I ask God to pardon my sins
As I step inside with my eyes open wide
Then I close them and bow down to pray
For the health and the strength
He has given to me
Through the toil and the heat of the day
Oh, there's not many here
I can't understand why
For tonight it's where many should be
To give thanks to a wonderful saviour
Who died for poor sinners like me
As the bell starts to toll
Eleven strokes of the old
And the twelfth one
Rings loud in my ear
Then my heart's filled with pride
For he's here by my side
What a grand way to start the new year