It’s weird the things that make me cry and the things that don’t. Something just trips in my brain and the tears are there unbidden and unstoppable. Other times I am deeply moved, but without tears. I cry during Hallmark commercials even when I’ve seen them before. I sob through some books and movies, but not others, but I can only think of three songs that have actually made me cry.
Old Shep
I can still remember sitting in our rented farmhouse and begging my mom to sing “Old Shep” to me when I was six years old. But every time she would sing it to me I would be crying my eyes out half way through the song and trembling before it ended. Still, I would beg her to sing it. She once asked me “Why do you want me to sing it if it makes you cry?” I really never knew the answer, but I still loved it, and it continued to make me cry every time. What is so odd, is that at about that age I went with my Aunt Shirley and her boyfriend (who later became my Uncle Jay) and his little brother, Denny, to see Old Yeller at the theater. Shirley and Denny cried. I didn’t. It was sad, but I didn’t cry. Still, Old Shep always reduced me to tears of sadness.
OLD SHEP(Red Foley / Willis Arthur) Red Foley - 1940Elvis Presley - 1956 When I was a ladAnd old Shep was a pupOver hills and meadows we'd strayJust a boy and his dogWe were both full of funWe grew up together that way I remember the time at the old swimmin' holdWhen I would have drowned beyond doubtBut old Shep was right thereTo the rescue he cameHe jumped in and then pulled me out As the years fast did rollOld Shep he grew oldHis eyes were fast growing dimAnd one day the doctor looked at me and saidI can't do no more for him Jim With hands that were tremblingI picked up my gunAnd aimed it at Shep's faithful headI just couldn't do itI wanted to runI wish they would shoot me instead He came to my sideAnd looked up at meAnd laid his old head on my kneeI had struck the best friend that a man ever hadI cried so I scarcely could see Old Shep he has goneWhere the good doggies goAnd no more with old Shep will I roamBut if dogs have a heavenThere's one thing I knowOld Shep has a wonderful home
Serenade of the Bells
My Dad isn’t a singer. He is a bass when he does sing, but I don’t remember him singing very much. The song I most remember him singing to us when we were young is Serenade of the Bells. I loved it! Maybe partly because it was the only song I ever heard him sing solo. Otherwise, he sang at church, or with us as a family in the car on trips, but never solo. I doubt I heard it very many times, but it was short and I learned it. As I grew older and took Spanish in school, I realized that Dad mispronounced the word padre, and instead sang it pod-way. We laughed at him. Mom reprimanded us and told us Dad didn’t know Spanish and was only singing it the way he “heard” it. He’s been hard hearing almost his whole life. It breaks my heart to think I was rude enough to laugh at him. I still love the song, but it brings tears of shame to eyes when I think of it.
SERENADE OF THE BELLS (Kay Twomey / Al Goodhart / Al Urbano) (1947) Recorded by: Gene Autry; Don Autry; Don Cornell; Vic Damone;The Fleetwoods; Dick Haymes; David Houston; Sammy Kaye;Carl Mann; Gene Pitney; Frank Sinatra; Jo Stafford;The Vibrations; Bobby Vinton. In the sleepy town of San Juanita There's a story that a padre tellsOf a gay senor and senoritaAnd the serenade of the bells.
Seems they asked the padre for permissionTo be married early in the springBut their folks had made just one condition,That the mission bells had to ring. Ev'ryone knew the bells were broken,And hadn't sounded for a long, long time.Then one night the village was astoundedFor the bells began to chime! Still the bells are broken, goes the storyBut if in your heart a true love dwellsThey will ring for you in all their glory,That's the serenade of the bells. The Christmas Shoes I vividly remember where I was the first time I heard this song. They say your memories are most clear if you experienced strong emotion when the event originally occurred. I was driving to meet my friend, Debbie, for lunch. I was on
THE CHRISTMAS SHOESNewSong It was almost Christmas timeThere I stood in another lineTrying to buy that last gift or twoNot really in the Christmas moodStanding right in front of meWas a little boy waiting anxiouslyPacing around like little boys doAnd in his hands he held a pair of shoes.And his cloths were worn and oldHe was dirty from head to toeBut when it came his time to payI couldn't believe what I heard him say. Chorus I want to buy these shoes for my Mama pleaseIt's Christmas Eve and These shoes are just her sizeCould you hurry please Daddy says there's not much timeYou see she's been sick for quite a whileand I know these will make her smileAnd I want her to look beautifulIf Mama meets Jesus tonight. He counted pennies for it seemed like yearsThe cashier said son there's not enough hereHe searched his pockets franticlyThen he turned and looked at me and he saidMama made Christmas good at our houseBut most years she just did withoutTell me what am I gonna doSomehow I gotta buy her these Christmas shoes.So I laid the money downI just had to help him outAnd I'll never forget the look on his faceWhen he said Mamma's gonna look so great. ChorusI knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's loveAs he thanked me and ran outI knew god had sent that boyTo remind me what Christmas is all about. I wanna buy these shoes for my Mama pleaseIf Mama meets Jesus tonight


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