I started singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star some time ago and it evolved into a Christmas song. This is a live recording of a technical rehearsal for the Christmas Concert in Stephanopark on Saturday 3rd December. Thought you might like to hear it. Sorry about the background noise, people were setting up things in the hall at the same time.
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star by Tim Hines
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Friday, 9 September 2011
Summer Days - The Song
Upon returning to South Africa, I realised it was no longer appropriate to be singing and playing my previous song mourning the end of summer. Despite leaving summer (if rather a changeable one) behind in Europe, summer has begun in earnest here in South Africa....it was therefore time for a song in celebration of summer, so I started to put to music the words of a poem I wrote a couple of years back. Hope you like it (headphones or good speakers recommended) ;)
Summer Days by tim57vs
Thursday, 11 November 2010
The Passing of Summer
Its that time of year again. I wrote this song at the end of the first summer conference at Brunstad. Nearly everyone had gone home and I was down at the beach area tidying up. It was so strange without the sound of children's laughter and all the summer activity that was so customary. All that remained were the echoes and still-warm memories of these things. A solitary Swallow swooped down over the grass as if he too felt the loss and the inevitable end of summer....
What are we going to do
Now that Summer's nearly through?
The beach lies empty once more
The disowned bucket on the shore
Only the Swallow knows
As he swoops in low
What's gone on here below
The long forgotten shoe
That floats with the rise and fall
Of water on the sand
Doesn't understand
Where everybody's gone to
Only the Swallow knows
As he swoops in low
What's gone on here below
All the children back at school again
Staring out the window
Summer memories framed in autumn skies
Fading light of summer reflected in their eyes
Only the Swallow knows
As he swoops in low
What's gone on here below
What are we going to do
Now that Summer's nearly through?
The beach lies empty once more
The disowned bucket on the shore
Only the Swallow knows
As he swoops in low
What's gone on here below
The long forgotten shoe
That floats with the rise and fall
Of water on the sand
Doesn't understand
Where everybody's gone to
Only the Swallow knows
As he swoops in low
What's gone on here below
All the children back at school again
Staring out the window
Summer memories framed in autumn skies
Fading light of summer reflected in their eyes
Only the Swallow knows
As he swoops in low
What's gone on here below
Thursday, 31 December 2009
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