Pinwheel of Death

Bobby Scott


SONGS

Writers Artie Resnick, Bobby Scott

Genres Pop, Ballad, Folk

Recorded 2006

Lyrics I BOUGHT MY LOVE
A SILVER RING
TO WEAR
UPON HER HAND,
BUT SHE TURNED AWAY
AND I HEARD HER SAY,
HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND
I DON'T NEED RICHES
TO MAKE ME CARE,
JUST A RIBBON
FOR MY HAIR.
I BOUGHT MY LOVE
TWO GOLDEN HEARTS
TO WEAR
UPON HER EARS,
BUT SHE TURNED FROM ME
SO I COULD NOT SEE
HER EYES
WERE FILLED WITH TEARS.
I DON'T NEED RICHES
TO MAKE ME CARE,
JUST A RIBBON
FOR MY HAIR.

I THOUGHT SHE WAS UNHAPPY,
BUT I COULD AFFORD NO MORE,
SO I BOUGHT HER
JUST A RIBBON
FOR A PENNY
AT THE STORE.

I BOUGHT HER
JUST A RIBBON BLUE
TO WEAR IN HER HAIR,
THEN SHE PRESSED HER LIPS
TO MY FINGER TIPS
SAYING,
NOW I KNOW YOU CARE
I DON'T NEED RICHES
TO MAKE ME CARE,
JUST A RIBBON
FOR MY HAIR.
Writers Artie Resnick, Bobby Scott

Genres Standard, Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Ballad

Recorded 1963

Lyrics WHEN LOVE LEAVES
AND BREAKS YOUR HEART,
YOUR DREAMS
SIMPLY FALL APART.
YOU'LL SEE A WORLD
SAD AND BLUE,
SO FAMILIAR TO YOU,
YOU'LL LOOK FOR LIPS
THAT YOU ONCE KISSED,
BUT THEY'RE LOST
IN A MIST.
OH, IT'S FUNNY
HOW NOTHING
SEEMS QUITE SO CLEAR
WHEN YOU'RE
LOOKING THROUGH A TEAR.
THE FACE IN THE CROWD
YOU THINK IS HER FACE
SEEMS TO FADE
IN A SHADE
OF LONELY.
YOU WAIT
FOR A CHANCE
TO CATCH
ANOTHER GLANCE,
BUT SHE REALLY
WASN'T THERE.
HER WORDS
LINGER IN YOUR EAR,
GOOD BYE'S
ALL THAT YOU CAN HEAR.
IT COULDN'T HAPPEN
TO YOU,
BUT ALL AT ONCE
LOVE IS THROUGH.
IT'S FUNNY
HOW NOTHING
SEEMS CLEAR,
WHEN YOU'RE
LOOKING THROUGH A TEAR.
Writers Artie Resnick, Bobby Scott

Genres Pop, Ballad, Americana, Family

Recorded 1970

Lyrics verse 1:
THERE'S A BROKEN WHITE
AND WOODEN CROSS
ON A HILL
IN VIETNAM,
AND ITS SPLINTERED
WOODEN ARM
SEEMS TO WAVE
TO FOLKS BELOW.
A DOG TAG
HANGS AROUND
THAT CROSS
AND IT TOLLS
WITH EV'RY BREEZE,
CRYING OUT
TO THOSE WHO PASS:
COME VISIT
WITH ME
PLEASE!

Chorus
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS
PUT A FLOWER
ON HIS GRAVE.
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS.
HE WAS TOO YOUNG
TO EVEN SHAVE.

verse 2:
THE BLOOD HAS DRIED
AT VALLEY FORGE,
AND SAPLINGS
NOW ARE OLD.
THEY REMEMBER
SEVENTY SIX
AND THE RAG CLAD RANKS
SO COLD.
FORGET THEM NOT
FOR WHAT THEY GAVE
TO MAKE
THIS COUNTRY FREE
I'D WALK
TO SEE THEM
IF I COULD
BUT MY LEGS
ARE AT NORMANDY.

Chorus
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS
PUT A FLOWER
ON HIS GRAVE.
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS.
HE WAS TOO YOUNG
TO EVEN SHAVE.

verse 3:
THERE'S A MOUND OF DIRT
IN OLD VICKSBURG
THAT ISN'T MARKED
AT ALL,
BUT A RUSTY MUSKET
LIES
WHERE YOUNG JOHNNY
ONCE STOOD TALL.
HIS MOTHER
NEVER KNEW
THE PLACE
OR THE HERO'S
DEED HE DONE
JUST A SLIP OF PAPER
SAYING
MISSING IN ACTION.

Chorus
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS
PUT A FLOWER
ON HIS GRAVE.
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS,
THAT'S WHERE MY BROTHER SLEEPS.
HE WAS TOO YOUNG
TO EVEN SHAVE.
 


Cowriters: Artie Resnick