Pinwheel of Death

Joseph McCarthy


SONGS

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Writers Joseph McCarthy, Harry Tierney

Genres Standard, Pop, Ballad

Recorded 1957

Lyrics I ONCE HAD A GOWN,
IT WAS ALMOST NEW,
OH, THE DAINTIEST THING,
IT WAS SWEET ALICE BLUE.
WITH LITTLE FORGET-ME-NOTS PLACED HERE AND THERE,
WHEN I HAD IT ON,
I WALKED ON THE AIR.
AND IT WORE,
AND IT WORE,
AND IT WORE
'TIL IT WENT,
AND IT WASN'T NO MORE.

IN MY SWEET
LITTLE ALICE BLUE GOWN
WHEN I FIRST WANDERED
DOWN INTO TOWN.
I WAS BOTH PROUD AND SHY,
AS I FELT EVERY EYE
AND IN EVERY SHOP WINDOW
I PRIMPED PASSING BY.
THEN IN MANNER OF FASHION,
I'D FROWN
AND THE WORLD SEEMED TO SMILE ALL AROUND.
'TIL IT WILTED, I WORE IT,
I'LL ALWAYS ADORE IT,
MY SWEET LITTLE ALICE BLUE GOWN.

THE LITTLE SILK WORMS
THAT MADE SILK FOR THAT GOWN
JUST MADE THAT MUCH SILK
AND THEN CRAWLED IN THE GROUND.
FOR THERE NEVER WAS ANYTHING LIKE IT BEFORE
AND I DON'T DARE TO HOPE THERE WILL BE ANY MORE.
BUT IT'S GONE,
'CAUSE IT JUST HAD TO BE,
STILL IT WEARS IN MY MEMORY.

IN MY SWEET LITTLE
ALICE BLUE GOWN
WHEN I FIRST WANDERED DOWN INTO TOWN.
I WAS BOTH PROUD AND SO SHY,
AS I FELT EVERY EYE
AND IN EVERY SHOP WINDOW
I PRIMPED PASSING BY.
THEN IN MANNER OF FASHION,
I'D FROWN
AND THE WORLD SEEMED TO SMILE ALL AROUND.
SO IT WOULDN'T BE PROPER
IF MADE OF SILK WERE ANOTHER
MY SWEET LITTLE ALICE BLUE GOWN.
TERRITORIAL RESTRICTIONS
MAY APPLY TO THIS TITLE.

Writers Harry Carroll, Joseph McCarthy

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1973

Lyrics verse:
AT THE END
OF THE RAINBOW
THERE'S HAPPINESS,
AND TO FIND IT
HOW OFTEN
I'VE TRIED.
BUT MY LIFE
IS A RACE,
JUST A WILD GOOSE
CHASE,
AND MY DREAMS
HAVE ALL
BEEN DENIED.
WHY HAVE I
ALWAYS BEEN
A FAILURE,
WHAT CAN
THE REASON BE?
I WONDER
IF THE WORLD'S
TO BLAME,
I WONDER
IF IT COULD
BE ME?

Chorus:
I'M ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS,
WATCHING CLOUDS
DRIFTING BY.
MY SCHEMES
ARE JUST LIKE
ALL MY DREAMS,
ENDING IN THE SKY.
SOME FELLOWS LOOK
AND FIND THE SUNSHINE,
I ALWAYS LOOK
AND FIND THE RAIN.
SOME FELLOWS MAKE
A WINNING SOMETIME,
I NEVER EVEN
MAKE A GRAIN
BELIEVE ME,
I'M ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS,
WAITING TO FIND
A LITTLE BLUEBIRD
IN VAIN.