This is my tribute to a deceased Cyber friend who battled against the
odds. The song is being recorded by some friends of mine in Wales known
as "Side FX".

Please consider it as my sample from a humble songwriter!
Cofion cynnes (warmest memories)



"Lady Eve."

Words and music by Clive Jones.

I'm sorry to be missing you with every brand new day,
I wonder who'll be kissing you since our love went away.
Will Auld Lang Syne and summertime mean just the same to you
Or will that blanket on the ground caress the morning dew?
Will Peggy Sue grow up to be the lady dressed in red
Or will she wait to runaround in Grandma's feather bed?
Will Bacharach or Whistling Jack compose a song for you
To tell you you're a lady in a world of misty blue?

Will everybody ask you why the sun ain't gonna shine?
Will old Jack Flash or Johnny Cash forget to walk the line?
If everybody's talking 'bout the free electric band
Will John and Paul and George and all still want to hold your hand?
If Ruby came on Tuesday would Monday come behind?
Would Sunday morning come on down with Friday on my mind?
Will the Hotel California close its doors for evermore
'Cos the surfin' sound is homeward bound to the banks of the Ohio?

Will Graceland ever hear again another trilogy?
Will the Doobies ride the long train in perfect harmony?
Will Stevie call to say that you look wonderful tonight
And how you make so many lives so beautiful and bright?
Will the Yellow River flow from the Black Hills to the sea?
Will red sails shine on the blue bayou and the green in Innesfree?
Would you believe it if I said I didn't mean to be unkind?
You're more than once a lady and were always on my mind.

copyright @1996dcjj.



Even though I compose mainly in Welsh...I do turn my hand to English lyrics as in the
attached love song about a beautiful part of Wales called the "Elan Valley"..beautiful
country and beautiful people as the song suggests!


"The Elan Valley"

words and music by Clive Jones.

It's a long time since I've been there where we used to go alone,
We walked and talked together and spent our nights at home.
I remember birds and flowers, little lambs upon the hill.
The warmth of summer evenings , and lakes that lie so still.
I love the Elan Valley, and I love the water too,
Windcalls and waterfalls remind me of you.

There's an emptiness inside me like I've never known before.
I often miss the good times, how could I ask for more.
Well I've been across the water and I've been in heaven too
How could I e'er forget those heavenly times I spent with you.
I love the Elan Valley, and I love the water too,
Windcalls and waterfalls remind me of you.

Well, I can't go on without you so no longer will I roam.
The wind across the valley keeps calling me back home
Once again we'll walk together where those dams so tall they stand,
I know of nothing that compares with this, my father's land.
I love the Elan Valley, and I love the water too,
Windcalls and waterfalls remind me of you.

@ 1976 dcjj.
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...and for my final bit for the trilogy...a song about my home town in
Wales..Carmarthen. Once a busy river port the ships no longer sail...but the Jolly Tar
remains on the quayside where local students now call for a pint..or three! I can
still envisage the Welsh girls singing "penillion"...Welsh verse"...outside the pub
which gazes over the River Towy. We Carmarthenites believe that King Arthur's round
table was situated near the town and that his trusted mentor..Merlin the
magician..frequented the streets of Carmarthen...long may the dream continue.


"Merlin's Dream"

words and music by Clive Jones.

The rising sun was having fun with the misty morning dew.
Carmarthen Town was feeling down hung over from a few.
The schooner frail was setting sail for countries wide and far,
And the girls all sang 'penillion' outside the Jolly Tar, oh boys,
Outside the Jolly Tar.

Well, Merlin's Hill was standing still above the Towy sound.
He cast his wand on Bishop's Pond and magic shone around.
The river flowed beside the road down to the sandy bar,
And the girls all sang 'penillion' outside the Jolly Tar, oh boys,
Outside the Jolly Tar.

Well, pots and pails and old wives tales and legends long forgot.
Goodwill and cheer and poor men's beer frequent the Coffee Pot.

He sold his ware in the market square to feed his family fair.
He sold his charms in the Tanner's Arms without a second care.
The wine was good and the men all would forget the new found star,
But the girls all sang 'penillion' outside the Jolly Tar, oh boys,
Outside the Jolly Tar.

Well, fleece and geese and twelve police and coracles on the quay,
The tide was wide by the river side beneath the arches three.

Well, the ships no more caress the shore or kiss the harbour way,
But Merlin's well and his magic spell adorns the precinct grey.
The salmon pools and grammar schools have long declined afar,
But the girls still sing 'penillion' outside the Jolly Tar, oh boys,
Outside the Jolly Tar.


@1995 dcjj.