A Winter Song in memory of Mickey McGonegal 12/03/1958 – 08/05/2008, posted here on Valentine’s Day 2018.
Some people hear this as a “sad song”. It is not meant to be sad but I can’t tell you how to hear it. It is more a song for when the sadness has receded and there is consolation in happy memories. No regrets.
Written in Dec 2014 on ukulele but I wanted to record it again on the Cuatro. I had not played or sung it for a while and I had not been able to practice much because I had laryngitis back in May 2017. C’est la vie.
Played on Harmony Baritone Ukulele with Southcoast Ukes Cuatro strings tuned GCEA.
{t:Seven Kisses}
{st:Liz Panton}
{artist:Liz Panton}
{copyright:Words and Music by Liz Panton}
{Key:D}
{footer:Words and music Ⓒ Liz Panton 31 Dec 2014.}
{gc:Pick intro}
{c:INTRO:}
[F] [Dm] [G7] [x 3]
[Dm] [A7] [Dm]
{c:VERSE 1:}
[F]An ivy leaf I [Dm]found with [G7]golden words
You [F]wrote one [Dm]Christmas long a[G7]go
Saying [F]how you [Dm]loved our [G7]life together
Seven [Dm]kisses . . . [A7]blown across the winter [Dm]snow.
{soc}
{c:CHORUS:}
We had [F]seven hot summers in the [G7]sunshine
Now [F]seven hard winters you’ve been [G7]gone
If I [F]had three wishes I’d [G7]not waste them
Un[Dm]picking, re[A7]working or re[Dm]gretting
The [Dm]stitches that [A7]bound us into [Dm]one.
{eoc}
{c:VERSE 2:}
A [F]note you wrote [Dm]once while [G7]I was sleeping
I [F]found on my [Dm]pillow when I [G7]woke
Saying [F]how our [Dm]love filled [G7]up your dreaming
Seven [Dm]kisses . . . [A7]blown across the winter [Dm]snow.
{soc}
{c:CHORUS:}
We had [F]seven hot summers in the [G7]sunshine
Now [F]seven hard winters you’ve been [G7]gone
If I [F]had three wishes I’d [G7]not waste them
Un[Dm]picking, re[A7]working or re[Dm]gretting
The [Dm]stitches that [A7]bound us into [Dm]one.
{eoc}
{c:BRIDGE:}
[A]Seven kisses, [F]seven years and [A]seven more again
[F]How I mind the [A]seven seams of [F]dreams of mice and [A]men
[A]Seven years of [F]messages I [A]made into a book
[F]Seven chapters [A]signed and sealed [F]by a loving [A]look.
{soc}
{c:CHORUS:}
We had [F]seven hot summers in the [G7]sunshine
Now [F]seven hard winters you’ve been [G7]gone
If I [F]had three wishes I’d [G7]not waste them
Un[Dm]picking, re[A7]working or re[Dm]gretting
The [Dm]stitches that [A7]bound us into [Dm]one.
{eoc}
Seven [Dm]kisses . . . [A7]blown across the winter [Dm]snow.
Seven [F]kisses . . . [G7]blown across the winter [D]snow
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Ha ha! Have you not already captured that one? 🙂 I should really tab it as well but I don’t know when I will get around to it. As ever, I am vastly honoured that you like my songs well enough to include them in your Songbook, Jim! xxx
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what a lovely song, liz. i liked the entire song, but something about how you did that line, unpicking, reworking, or regretting — is so nice. thank you for sharing.
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Thank you so much, Laurie! It came out of reflecting on what I had been doing with my memories: the obsessive “unpicking” after a bereavement. Then a realisation that the sad comfort of “reworking” is at the price of losing the snags and tangles that are an important part of a real, rather than idealised, relationship. So, better not to regret “imperfections”. Better to try to keep memories intact as far as possible, the rough along with the smooth. It was a turning point for me. I started to be able to recall “good times” without feeling as if I had been punched in the heart. I am so pleased that something about that line reached out and touched you 🙂
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