This is a song by Tom Lewis, and I learned it from playing and recording with my good friend Mike Milne.
This song is about a man who was integral to life in the Swiss town I grew up in… a man I knew a half a century ago, who’s job I’m now doing. The English (this) version of the blog entry is probably more of a report on what I’ve been up to in the last year.
I did use the (Irish Rover) arrangement from Mike Milne. His version included a chorus that says something like this twice: “Fare you well, my pretty little girl, for I must go away!”. As you will notice, my Swiss German translation is not about an Irish ship sailing to New York. I remembered an a-capella song I heard from Rick MacNab, “Gashly Crumb Tinies”, where twenty six kids perish on a trip. In both of those songs, everybody dies, though. Here’s the English translation of my German lyrics.
Ralph is a member of one of the oldest punk bands in the Bad Ragaz area. When he’s not restoring old Ferrari cars or hanging with his family or band, he occupies himself with digital audio recording technology. The follow oozes calm competency and Andy, of course, took full advantage…