And there, but for the grace of your god, goes you... So sad that the only way we find out about her loneliness, is from local news after Claire has died. How different could this have ended, had her family IN SYDNEY had not ignored her. If her neighbours had cared enough to realise they hadn't seen her for an extended period. Eric Bogle, what a great song.
Thanks for the note. Sadly this still happens and yesterday it was reported that the body of a pensioner has been found in a tenement flat in Edinburgh where it may have lain for up to five years. Isabella Purves, who owned the flat, would have been 90 this year.Police officers, made the discovery as they investigated a water leak on Tuesday.
My oldest version of this song goes back to his album "Scraps of Paper" - an amazing album that included The Band Played ... and No Man's Land amongst many other of his fine earlier songs. At last check, he is still writing fine songs even though he is not touring much any more. What an amazing body of work!
A few years ago there was also someone who had been dead in their Sydney home for 7 years..... (In the 2000s not sure what year) only one family member who did not get along with that person knew about it n told no-one for years until one day someone found one letter on the front pouch.
OMG, I just noticed the RIP. Is "John Munro" the man I saw playing backing guitar for Bogle? Seems likely, Wikipedia mentions him as working with Boble, and McCabe's history page mentions them being on stage together.
@killdog95 You are right! Most websites show the lyrics as "Candle's" but EricBogle doht net site has "Campbell's " . I thought I had corrected the lyrics ages ago. I have done so now.
My transcription (including elisions like "in'" for "ing") Summer's smiling on the city, another lovely day in Sydney, sunshine pourin', down like honey. In a golden waterfall. But in the room where Clare is dying, no sunshine sends the shadows flyin', No children gather round her cryin', there's no one there at all, Except perhaps for the man who sees each little sparrow fall. Don't talk to me 'bout lonely souls crying, dark quiet rooms with old people dyin'. I don't want to hear, don't want to hear it at all. Lonely old people die alone every day, don't blame me, I didn't make it that way. That's just how it is, don't look for a reason in at all. Winter weeping on the city, a wet and windy day in Sydney, Rain drops rollin' fat and heavy down Clare's window pane. The raindrops on the tin roof beatin', disturb the rats as they are feedin'. Back to the nest they all go creepin', leavin' Clare alone again. It's been a long and lonely time since Clare could hear the rain. Don't talk to me 'bout the meaning of life; don't sing your songs that cut like a knife. I don't want to hear, don't want to hear it at all. Lonely old people ain't my concern, from dust we come, to dust we return, And that's all there is, don't look for a reason in it all. Springtime come at last to Sydney; flowers are blooming in the city. In all their multi-colored glory, they rise to greet the year. Memories in chain recallin', footsteps on the front porch fallin', Voices through the window calling', is anybody there? Clare Campbell's lost and lonely soul is a long, long way from here. Don't talk to me about life's seasons, don't ask me for answers, don't ask me for reasons. I don't want to hear, I don't want to hear it at all. From the moment we're born, we start to die; a man can go crazy if he keeps asking why. That's just how it is, don't look for a reason in it all. Can't you understand what I'm tryin' to say, there must an answer; there must be a way To make some sense of it, to try to find a reason for it all. We are not born just so we can die, there must be an reason and we've got to try To make some sense of it; to try to find a reason for it all. Can't you understand what I'm trying to say, there must an answer; there must be a way To make some sense of it, to try to find a reason for it all. We are not born just so we can die, there must be an answer and we've gotta try To make some sense of it; to try to find a reason for it all. That's just how it is, don't look for a reason for it all. Ah, there must a way, there must be a reason for it all.
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Eines der besten Lieder von Eric und das erste, das ich von ihm hörte.
I've been fortunate to see them three times and after one concert in Wellesly we got to talk to him and John. What a great time
A real tear jerker of a song! A lot of truth to it!
The song is based on fact!
This song has much more meaning to me now that I know its true meaning.
Love this song - and Eric's introductory comments give your posting added depth - many thanks!
Rest in peace, John....you were a great musician, and one hell of a nice fellow.
John is gone?
@@aljcamp - en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Campbell_Munro :(
love this song, it makes me cry everytime I listen to it.
And there, but for the grace of your god, goes you... So sad that the only way we find out about her loneliness, is from local news after Claire has died. How different could this have ended, had her family IN SYDNEY had not ignored her. If her neighbours had cared enough to realise they hadn't seen her for an extended period. Eric Bogle, what a great song.
Thanks for the note. Sadly this still happens and yesterday it was reported that the body of a pensioner has been found in a tenement flat in Edinburgh where it may have lain for up to five years.
Isabella Purves, who owned the flat, would have been 90 this year.Police officers, made the discovery as they investigated a water leak on Tuesday.
It will keep happening as long as people don't care!
A much forgotten gem,thanks for reminding me
Wow anathoner beatiful song thanks eric
My oldest version of this song goes back to his album "Scraps of Paper" - an amazing album that included The Band Played ... and No Man's Land amongst many other of his fine earlier songs.
At last check, he is still writing fine songs even though he is not touring much any more. What an amazing body of work!
Thank you Eric!
thanks for the info Iain, i had no idea. radio sounded ok in the 80s not so now . Ray
A few years ago there was also someone who had been dead in their Sydney home for 7 years..... (In the 2000s not sure what year) only one family member who did not get along with that person knew about it n told no-one for years until one day someone found one letter on the front pouch.
OMG, I just noticed the RIP. Is "John Munro" the man I saw playing backing guitar for Bogle? Seems likely, Wikipedia mentions him as working with Boble, and McCabe's history page mentions them being on stage together.
@killdog95 You are right! Most websites show the lyrics as "Candle's" but EricBogle doht net site has "Campbell's " . I thought I had corrected the lyrics ages ago. I have done so now.
Very like Matt mcginn magic shadow show. Very enjoyable in a sad way
Wee Matt was a real pal of mine back in the day, just a treasure to know. I got to meet Pete Seeger when Mattt opened for him back in the early 60s.
@killdog95 You are right! I thought I had corrected the lyrics ages ago. I have done so now.
My transcription (including elisions like "in'" for "ing")
Summer's smiling on the city, another lovely day in Sydney, sunshine pourin',
down like honey.
In a golden waterfall.
But in the room where Clare is dying, no sunshine sends the shadows flyin',
No children gather round her cryin', there's no one there at all,
Except perhaps for the man who sees each little sparrow fall.
Don't talk to me 'bout lonely souls crying, dark quiet rooms with old people
dyin'.
I don't want to hear, don't want to hear it at all.
Lonely old people die alone every day, don't blame me, I didn't make it that
way.
That's just how it is, don't look for a reason in at all.
Winter weeping on the city, a wet and windy day in Sydney,
Rain drops rollin' fat and heavy down Clare's window pane.
The raindrops on the tin roof beatin', disturb the rats as they are feedin'.
Back to the nest they all go creepin', leavin' Clare alone again.
It's been a long and lonely time since Clare could hear the rain.
Don't talk to me 'bout the meaning of life; don't sing your songs that cut like
a knife.
I don't want to hear, don't want to hear it at all.
Lonely old people ain't my concern, from dust we come, to dust we return,
And that's all there is, don't look for a reason in it all.
Springtime come at last to Sydney;
flowers are blooming in the city.
In all their multi-colored glory, they rise to greet the year.
Memories in chain recallin', footsteps on the front porch fallin',
Voices through the window calling', is anybody there?
Clare Campbell's lost and lonely soul is a long, long way from here.
Don't talk to me about life's seasons, don't ask me for answers, don't ask me
for reasons.
I don't want to hear, I don't want to hear it at all.
From the moment we're born, we start to die; a man can go crazy if he keeps
asking why.
That's just how it is, don't look for a reason in it all.
Can't you understand what I'm tryin' to say, there must an answer; there must
be a way
To make some sense of it, to try to find a reason for it all.
We are not born just so we can die, there must be an reason and we've got to
try
To make some sense of it; to try to find a reason for it all.
Can't you understand what I'm trying to say, there must an answer; there must
be a way
To make some sense of it, to try to find a reason for it all.
We are not born just so we can die, there must be an answer and we've gotta try
To make some sense of it; to try to find a reason for it all.
That's just how it is, don't look for a reason for it all.
Ah, there must a way, there must be a reason for it all.
Se ur beatha Anndra :-)
Maybe the old lady was horrible and had treated he kids terribly that’s why the didn’t visit ?
Or maybe she wasn't