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HE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE

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He was a friend of mine

He was a friend of mine

Carried me home when I fell behind their lines

He was a friend of mine

 

I met his family

Shared their meal and sipped their tea

I carried their photo in my wallet round with me

I met his family

 

He was a friend of mine

Sometimes we shared a skin of wine

He drove me to the airport where I left him behind

He was a friend of mine

 

I saw them on the news

Lost in the melee and the queues

Holding out his papers, his kids had lost their shoes

I saw them on the news.

 

He was a friend of mine

He was a friend of mine

We promised not to leave him but we left him behind.

He was a friend of mine

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John Coopey

Tue 24th Aug 2021 15:38

Thanks,MC. I deliberately chose simplicity of language and melody which shadowed the original.

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M.C. Newberry

Tue 24th Aug 2021 15:09

Plaintive - well suited to the subject.

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John Coopey

Mon 23rd Aug 2021 21:43

Thanks for the Likes. Stephen Atkinson, Stephen Gospage and Holden.

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John Coopey

Mon 23rd Aug 2021 14:07

Thanks, Tom. As I said on your own post, shameful indeed.
And you’re right about it being a Bob Dylan song. But a cover. It is much older than His Bobness.

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Tom Harding

Mon 23rd Aug 2021 13:30

Lovely. The folk process in operation. I like the appropriation of the song in this context. Bob Dylan would be proud.

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