Don't you wish someday that you could go
With a bag on your back and a pace that's slow
Leave your home in the city smoke
With the tinkers to go roving
That tinker boy never went to school
But you can tell he's no one's fool
He knows how to fish and to lay a snare
He can sing like a lark in the morning
Think I'll leave and go with him
Now that the summer is coming in
Travel the road with the tinker band
And a bare legged boy to lead me
Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane
Bye bye, hushabye, lullabye, plane
All the mighty jet planes would look down their nose
They'd laugh and say oh I'm so glad that I'm not one of those
And Evermore would shake away the teardrops from his wings
And dream of days when he again could do heroic things
Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane
Bye bye, hushabye, lullabye, plane
Then one day the fog and rain had closed the airport down
And all the mighty jet planes were helpless on the ground
When a call came to the airport for a mercy flight
'twould be too late, they could not wait, someone must fly tonight
Ah they rolled the little biplane out to runway number five
And though he looked so small and weak he knew he could survive
And as he rose into the storm the big jets hung their wings
And hoped someday like Evermore to do heroic things
Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane
Bye bye, hushabye, lullabye, plane
Ah so my baby bundle I have spun a tale for you
You must learn there's nothing in this world that you can't do
Do not be discouraged by circumstance and size
Remember Evermore and set your sights upon the skies
Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane
Bye bye, hushabye, lullabye, plane
Bye bye, biplane, once upon a sky plane
Bye bye, hushabye, lullabye, plane
Goodnight Wilbur
Goodly night, Orville
It must have been November when I left you to the train
I watched your carriage disappear in the lonely western rain
I wiped the rain from off my face and turned the way I'd come
And drove our old spring wagon thru the hills near Edmonton
Winters here are very long, the roads are thick with snow
A year is gone since first you left, no courage left to go
I know I should leave, but you won't know where I've gone
Be kind of nice to have you here with Christmas coming on
Oh Liverpool Lou, lovely Liverpool Lou
Why don't you behave, love, like the other girls do?
Why must my poor heart be following you
Stay home and love me, my Liverpool Lou
The sound from the river keeps telling me ever
That I should forget you like I'd never met you
Tell me their song, love, was never more wrong love
Say I belong love to my Liverpool Lou
Oh Liverpool Lou, lovely Liverpool Lou
Why don't you behave, love, like the other girls do?
Why must my poor heart be following you
Stay home and love me, my Liverpool Lou
Oh her eyes are the stars that shine in the black of the sky
And her cheeks are as soft as petals that come from the rose
And happy would I be forever beside her to lie
And God in his heaven forgive me for loving her so
When the grayness of winter gives way to the colors of spring
When the sea stops its fury and wee birds are starting to build
Then I'll go with my Maureen when blackthorns are blooming
In the summer's green meadows we'll gather the flowers of the hills
Said I me bonny wee lassie are ya going to spend the day
Up amongst the heather on the hellabenakee
Where all the lads and lassies they're having a sobree
Up among the heather on the hellabenakee
Up among the heather on the hellabenakee
A bonny wee lass was a-sitting on my knee
A bumblebee stung me well above the knee
We rested down together on the hellabenakee
Said I me bonny wee lassie please take my advice
Don't ever let a soldier laddie kiss you more than twice
For all the time you do, he's a fixing how to plan
How to get a wee-be rattle at your old tin can
Up among the heather on the hellabenakee
A bonny wee lass was a-sitting on my knee
A bumblebee stung me well above the knee
We rested down together on the hellabenakee
He sits in the corner of Bevington Bush
On top of an old packing case
He has three wooden dolls that can dance and can sing
And he croons with a smile on his face
His tired old hands tug away at the strings
And the puppets they dance up and down
A far better show than you ever could see
In the fanciest theatre in town
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week
And whiskey on a Sunday
Sad to relate that old Seth Davy died
In nineteen hundred and four
The three wooden dolls in the dustbin were laid
His song will be heard nevermore
But some stormy night when you're passing that way
And the wind's blowing in from the sea
You'll still hear the song of old Seth Davy
As he croons to his dancing dolls three
Come day, go day
Wish in my heart it were Sunday
Drinkin' buttermilk thru the week
And whiskey on a Sunday