Aw. I was eight, too. Love this show - saw it in New York years ago, and it was marvelous.
I was 11... I know I've seen this but don't recall this song.
You have very eclectic tastes in music. I guess you can thank your Ma and Da for that.
Didn't she have an adorable nose.I don't think couples sing to each other nowadays. Such a pity. I'm off to the kitchen to give MTL a chorus of 'Ill see you again.'
How sweet! My Dad was in a number of bands around this same time (I would be 7) but I've never heard my Mom sing...Pearl
Me too, my Pa was a drummer for the Couriers in Dundee. I grew up in pubs listening to all kinds of stuff. I think it helped open my noggin to anything. Also the smell of cigs and stale pints helped too.
Those kinds of songs give me a warm, fuzzy feeling...mostly because there were actual lyrics and beautiful music.Then again, my Dad sang a lot when he played the piano at home...but wouldn't join the church choir because he didn't think he was "good" enough. Not true...how else would I have learned to duet with him on "Won't You Come Home Bill Bailey" ;)
great close up - and colour!!