Musiktitel: THERE IS A TAVERN IN THE TOWN A
Sonoton Music Trackcode: SAS014218
Katalognummer: SAS0142
Track Nummer: 18.0
Gema Werke Nr.: 21369672.001
Gema Komponistenangabe: Knowles, John Gregory/Laight, Timothy Murton/Pritchard, Paul Martin/Preskett, Graham Donald Harry/Rattigan, James Camillus/Rands, Martin/DP
Komponist: DP, John Gregory Knowles (Arr.), Timothy Murton Laight (Arr.), Paul Martin Pritchard (Arr.), Graham Donald Harry Preskett (Arr.), James Camillus Rattigan (Arr.), Martin Rands (Arr.)
Interpreten: John Gregory Knowles, Timothy Murton Laight, Paul Pritchard, Graham Preskett, James Rattigan
ISRC: DE-B63-18-24218
EAN/GTIN: 4020771182428
Album: FOLK SONGS OF THE BRITISH ISLES (SAS 142)
Labelcode: LC-07573
Label: Sonoton Authentic Series - SAS
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Vokaler, traditioneller English Folk Song im Country Style mit 2/2 Rhythmus. Text handelt von einem verschmähten, jungen Fräulein. Im Gegensatz zur Geschichte gibt es in der fröhlichen Melodie kein Bedauern. 121 bpm (Cmaj)
Arranged by John Gregory Knowles, Timothy Murton Laight, Paul Pritchard, Graham Preskett, James Rattigan & Martin Rands. Produced by John Gregory Knowles. Recorded at AIRPLAY TV, Thames Ditton, Surrey, UK. Sound engineers: Paul Golding, Paul Pritchard & Matthew Moore.
Performed by John Gregory Knowles (drums), Tim Murton Laight (lead vocals, strumming banjo), Paul Pritchard (bass, French horn, backing vocals), James Rattigan (accordion, French horn) and Graham Preskett (violin, vocals).
Mastered by Wolfgang Meyscheider at digital music & media, Traunwalchen, Germany.
Artwork: Sahar Aharoni
Fare thee well for I must leave thee
Do not let the parting grieve me
And remember that the best of friends must part, must part
Adieu adieu kind friends adieu adieu adieu
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you
l'll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee
There is a tavern in the town, in the town
And there my true love sits him down, sits him down
And drinks his wine mid laughter free
And never never thinks of me
He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark
Each Friday night they used to spark, used to spark
And now my love once true to me
Takes that dark damsel on his knee
Oh dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep
Put tombstones at my head and feet, head and feet
And on my breast carve a turtle dove
To signify I died of love