<\/p>\n
Note by the person initially posting the lyrics:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\u201cWe confront the complex reality that something can be both insipid and profound simultaneously.\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nYou see, this song by Carolyn McDade can be awfully sticky-sweet, with its rolling 3\/4 time often played too fast or too much like a beer barrel polka. And it seems both universally used and universally loathed. Friends Alex Haider-Winnett and Claire Curole were very clear the other day that they find the tune too boring and too cheery, and the whole \u201crose in the wintertime\u201d thing either not at all special (because in California, where Alex lives, roses are just all over) or just wrong (because in Maine, where Claire lives, any rose you find in wintertime is\u00a0the product of a dodgy floral industry).<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nA lot to dislike. For sure.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nBut I refuse to dismiss this one out of hand. Sorry, folks. More after the lyrics, which I encourage you to read, not sing:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nHere\u2019s why this song has meaning to another person:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nOn December 17, 1984, my father died. I was barely 20, and made any\u00a0 number of bad choices in how I dealt with his loss \u2013 including not really processing it as well as I maybe could have. But I always remembered how beautiful and meaningful it was that whoever designed the graveside service had us put roses on the casket \u2013 Mom, a red rose, and my siblings and I, white roses.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nFast forward to 2006. December 17 fell on a Sunday, so I signed up to bring flowers. I ordered an arrangement that included three white roses and a red rose, in honor of my father. The sermon was, not surprisingly, about hope, and this was the closing hymn.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nThe impact of which did not for a second occur to me until we started singing \u2013 not in a lively style, but in a more contemplative tempo and mode. The way we sang it gave us a little time to think about what we were singing. \u201cI\u2019ll bring a song of love, and a rose in the wintertime.\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nCue waterworks.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nBecause I started thinking about my father, not in terms of all the things I never got to do with him or know about him which was my usual form or mourning for him, but about all the things I did get to experience and learn about him. I actually grieved for the man I knew, not that man that I wish I could have known. Singing this song, on that day, with that bouquet 10 feet away from me, allowed me to grieve again in a healthy way \u2013 and, although I didn\u2019t know it at the time, helped make mourning my mother\u2019s death a year later a little easier.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\nI can\u2019t sing this song without thinking about my father, and about that experience.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n
[C] Come sing a song with me.\u00a0\u00a0 [F] Come sing a [G] song with me.
\n[C] Come sing a [Am] song with me,\u00a0\u00a0 that [Dm] I might [G] know your [C] mind.
\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n{ CHORUS } – – – – – <\/strong><\/span>And [G] I\u2019ll bring you [C] hope,\u00a0\u00a0 when [G] hope is hard to [C] find, <\/strong><\/span>and [G] I\u2019ll bring a [C] song of [Am] love, and a [Dm] rose in the [G] winter- [C] time.<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n[ C F G – C Am Dm G C ] Come dream a dream with me . . .\u00a0 { CHORUS }<\/span>
\n<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n[ C F G – C Am Dm G C ] Come walk in rain with me . . .\u00a0 { CHORUS }<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n[ C F G – C Am Dm G C ] Come share a rose with me . . .\u00a0 { CHORUS }<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n[LIGHT INCENSE] – ACCAPELLA<\/span>
\n<\/strong>[ C F G – C Am Dm G C ] Come drink a drink with me . . .\u00a0 { CHORUS }<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n[ C F G – C Am Dm G C ] Come smoke a joint with me . . .\u00a0 { CHORUS } … that I might BLOW your mind.
\n<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
[C] Come sing a song with me.\u00a0\u00a0 [F] Come sing a [G] song with me. [C] Come sing a [Am] song with me,\u00a0\u00a0 that [Dm] I might [G] know your [C] mind. { CHORUS } – – – – – And [G] I\u2019ll bring you [C] hope,\u00a0\u00a0 when [G] hope … CLICK TO VIEW SONGCome Sing a Song with Me<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[120,133,126,265,13,116,117,123,115,131,97,73],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-214","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-perflive","category-baritone-bill","category-bass-guitar-night","category-best-songs","category-x-bill-chase","category-live-baritone","category-live-piano","category-live-songlist-tenor","category-live-tenor","category-power-outage","category-rainy-day","category-start-songs"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/214","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=214"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/214\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27553,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/214\/revisions\/27553"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=214"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=214"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertandrews.net\/songs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=214"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}