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ODE TO JOE
It was Norway in the summer of the year 2000, Marianne, Putt & Puppet7 were standing in the kitchen window looking out at Joe's Hill.
We remembered that you climbed the hill when you visited the island of Hitra in 1998.
Joe, we dedicate this song to you........
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IF YOU EVER CROSS THE SEAS AGAIN TO NORWAY.
EVEN AT THE CLOSING OF YOUR DAYS.
TO SEE THE SUN GO DOWN, OVER HITRA,
AND WATCH THOSE LITTLE CHILDREN AS THEY PLAY.
TO SEE THE WAVES STILL BREAKING ON THE ISLANDS.
THE FISHING BOATS A'BOBBING IN THE BAY,
JOES HILL STANDS OUT JUST LIKE A STATUE,
THAT HE WILL CLIMB AGAIN ANOTHER DAY.
YOU WILL SEE AGAIN THE RIPPLE OF A TROUT STREAM.
WATERFALLS THAT START FROM WAY UP HIGH
MARIANN IS BAKING IN THE KITCHEN,
SHE GREETS US WITH A CREAM AND APPLE PIE.
WE DEDICATE THESE WORDS TO DEAR JOE CAISSIE
WHO HAS BEEN A FRIEND TO US FOR MANY YEARS.
SHOULD HE COME ACROSS THE SEAS AGAIN TO HITRA.
WE WILL MAKE A TOAST TO HIM, WITH MANY BEERS.
I DREAMT LAST NIGHT JOE RETURNED TO KVENVÆR.
HIS SILHOUETTE AGAINST THE HILL HE KNOWS SO WELL.
MARIANNE CALLED TO US 'NO HUGGING'
ALAN SHOUTED OUT 'OH, BLOODY HELL'
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Joe's Hill
You may download the mp3 file by clicking here. (Vocal: Puppet7. Guitar: putt. Typo: Marianne)
