a classic irish tragedy

i was compelled to write a song this morning. it was a compulsion. i could not help myself. sometimes this has happened to me with poetry but never with a song. i even sat down at the piano and wrote the music. there's a first time for everything, and this was definitely the first time for that. of course, i don't read or write music, so it's in numbers. heh. it starts in the octave below middle c. that's all i got.

also, there is only one verse right now.

lyrics:

on a rainy morning in new england,
they gathered there to say goodbye.
their long black cars were winding thru the wet streets
past the mourners watching history go by.

carry on
carry on
carry on the dream they started long ago.
carry on the plans of grandeur they imagined.
carry on until you face the final foe.

:sciryl

okay, so the lyrics are a bit trite & maudlin, but it really doesn't get any more trite & maudlin than tragic irish family, so there you have it.

there's a problem with writing the music because i cannot portray the held notes and the halfnotes very well so i have tried to put a note on every syllable.

music:

5 6 7 2 2 7 7 6 6 5
5 6 7 2 2 2 2 7 6
5 6 7 2 2 7 3 2 7 6 6 5
5 6 7 2 2 7 6 5 7 6 5
[go up one octave]
5 3 2
5 2 1
1 2 3 5 5 3 6 5 5 3 2
1 2 3 5 5 3 6 5 5 3 2 1
1 2 3 5 5 3 2 1 3 2 1

:cisum

you would kind of have to hear me sing it, but i don't want to get the mic out now and record it, so you are just going to have to make do because i have got to go to walgreens and make some purchases.

thank you for your time & attention.