Years ago I remember hearing a song about a girl called Myfanwy. On searching for it I found it was from a poem by Sir John Betjeman. Further searching brought me to Neil Young, but I could get no further. Can anyone help me with this as I would like to hear the song again. The first line is Kind o'er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy.
Further searching led me to Neil Young, but I could get no further. Don't think it would actually be Neil singing it as the voice was to high pitched and soft for Neil but maybe it could be Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young??
Thanks Annie Mouse, but not the song I'm looking for.
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Looking for a song
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Hope this helps

Looking for a song
Hiya Susan & welcome to FG.
That's an absolutely beautiful song and a great favourite of mine.
And it's sung by the delectable David Essex!
:-6
Myfanwy
John Betjeman
Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy,
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.
Were you a prefect and head of your dormit’ry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you?
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim?
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.
Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle,
Out of the shopping and into the dark,
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed,
Back to the house on the fringe of the park.
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy,
Golden the light on the book on her knee,
Finger marked pages of Rackham’s Hans Anderson,
Time for the children to come down to tea.
Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertson’s marmalade,
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all,
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy,
Some in the alcove and some in the hall.
Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek.
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy,
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak.
That's an absolutely beautiful song and a great favourite of mine.
And it's sung by the delectable David Essex!
:-6
Myfanwy
John Betjeman
Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy,
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.
Were you a prefect and head of your dormit’ry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you?
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim?
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.
Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle,
Out of the shopping and into the dark,
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed,
Back to the house on the fringe of the park.
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy,
Golden the light on the book on her knee,
Finger marked pages of Rackham’s Hans Anderson,
Time for the children to come down to tea.
Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertson’s marmalade,
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all,
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy,
Some in the alcove and some in the hall.
Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek.
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy,
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak.
Looking for a song
Rapunzel wrote: Hiya Susan & welcome to FG.
That's an absolutely beautiful song and a great favourite of mine.
And it's sung by the delectable David Essex!
:-6
Myfanwy
John Betjeman
Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy,
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.
Were you a prefect and head of your dormit’ry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you?
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim?
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.
Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle,
Out of the shopping and into the dark,
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed,
Back to the house on the fringe of the park.
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy,
Golden the light on the book on her knee,
Finger marked pages of Rackham’s Hans Anderson,
Time for the children to come down to tea.
Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertson’s marmalade,
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all,
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy,
Some in the alcove and some in the hall.
Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek.
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy,
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak.
That is the one, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou. I couldn't remember who sang it, but now that you have mentioned it, I should have known.
That's an absolutely beautiful song and a great favourite of mine.
And it's sung by the delectable David Essex!
:-6
Myfanwy
John Betjeman
Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy,
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.
Were you a prefect and head of your dormit’ry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you?
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim?
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.
Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle,
Out of the shopping and into the dark,
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed,
Back to the house on the fringe of the park.
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy,
Golden the light on the book on her knee,
Finger marked pages of Rackham’s Hans Anderson,
Time for the children to come down to tea.
Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertson’s marmalade,
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all,
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy,
Some in the alcove and some in the hall.
Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek.
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy,
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak.
That is the one, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou. I couldn't remember who sang it, but now that you have mentioned it, I should have known.
Looking for a song
Rapunzel wrote: Hiya Susan & welcome to FG.
That's an absolutely beautiful song and a great favourite of mine.
And it's sung by the delectable David Essex!
:-6
Myfanwy
John Betjeman
Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy,
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.
Were you a prefect and head of your dormit’ry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you?
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim?
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.
Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle,
Out of the shopping and into the dark,
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed,
Back to the house on the fringe of the park.
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy,
Golden the light on the book on her knee,
Finger marked pages of Rackham’s Hans Anderson,
Time for the children to come down to tea.
Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertson’s marmalade,
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all,
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy,
Some in the alcove and some in the hall.
Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek.
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy,
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak.
Now I should ask you if you are able to help me with another one. A song that was quite popular around 1985 had a chorus that went something like; "lay down on a bed of roses, wake up lying on a bed of nails." It is not Bon Jovi's Bed of Roses, but is somewhat similar.
That's an absolutely beautiful song and a great favourite of mine.
And it's sung by the delectable David Essex!
:-6
Myfanwy
John Betjeman
Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy,
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.
Were you a prefect and head of your dormit’ry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you?
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim?
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.
Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle,
Out of the shopping and into the dark,
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed,
Back to the house on the fringe of the park.
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy,
Golden the light on the book on her knee,
Finger marked pages of Rackham’s Hans Anderson,
Time for the children to come down to tea.
Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertson’s marmalade,
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all,
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy,
Some in the alcove and some in the hall.
Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek.
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy,
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak.
Now I should ask you if you are able to help me with another one. A song that was quite popular around 1985 had a chorus that went something like; "lay down on a bed of roses, wake up lying on a bed of nails." It is not Bon Jovi's Bed of Roses, but is somewhat similar.
Looking for a song
Susan55 wrote: Now I should ask you if you are able to help me with another one. A song that was quite popular around 1985 had a chorus that went something like; "lay down on a bed of roses, wake up lying on a bed of nails." It is not Bon Jovi's Bed of Roses, but is somewhat similar.Just as a clue, which did it sound more like - Ian Dury And The Blockheads, Bette Midler, Alice Cooper, Creatures, Babylon Whores, Salt N Pepa or The Indians?
Michael Penn, Marc Almond, Uriah Heep, Gilbert O'Sullivan, Robert McEntee, Heavens Gate?
The Indians chorus is possibly the closest, but it's maybe five years after your date:
Tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.
I've got nothing to prove, for it's you that I'd die to defend.
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses, for tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is and lay you down on a bed of roses.
I prefer Ian Dury, though:
Ive seen a lot of things I wished I hadn't, there's other things I never hope to see
But no-one left alive could paint a picture of the mess that knowing you has made of me
I knew it wouldn't be a bed of roses, I've seen the bloody grind that love entails
But one door shuts and then another closes and now I'm on a bloody bed of nails
Michael Penn, Marc Almond, Uriah Heep, Gilbert O'Sullivan, Robert McEntee, Heavens Gate?
The Indians chorus is possibly the closest, but it's maybe five years after your date:
Tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.
I've got nothing to prove, for it's you that I'd die to defend.
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses, for tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is and lay you down on a bed of roses.
I prefer Ian Dury, though:
Ive seen a lot of things I wished I hadn't, there's other things I never hope to see
But no-one left alive could paint a picture of the mess that knowing you has made of me
I knew it wouldn't be a bed of roses, I've seen the bloody grind that love entails
But one door shuts and then another closes and now I'm on a bloody bed of nails
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
Looking for a song
spot wrote: Just as a clue, which did it sound more like - Ian Dury And The Blockheads, Bette Midler, Alice Cooper, Creatures, Babylon Whores, Salt N Pepa or The Indians?
Michael Penn, Marc Almond, Uriah Heep, Gilbert O'Sullivan, Robert McEntee, Heavens Gate?
The Indians chorus is possibly the closest, but it's maybe five years after your date:
Tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.
I've got nothing to prove, for it's you that I'd die to defend.
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses, for tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is and lay you down on a bed of roses.
I prefer Ian Dury, though:
Ive seen a lot of things I wished I hadn't, there's other things I never hope to see
But no-one left alive could paint a picture of the mess that knowing you has made of me
I knew it wouldn't be a bed of roses, I've seen the bloody grind that love entails
But one door shuts and then another closes and now I'm on a bloody bed of nails
That first one was the Bon Jovi song, the second I haven't heard, but neither are the one I'm looking for, It was definately a male singer, but I have no idea who. It was a ballad like song, and definately NOT Alice Cooper. I haven't heard of the other artists you mentioned, but I will look them up and see what I find. Thanks.
Michael Penn, Marc Almond, Uriah Heep, Gilbert O'Sullivan, Robert McEntee, Heavens Gate?
The Indians chorus is possibly the closest, but it's maybe five years after your date:
Tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.
I've got nothing to prove, for it's you that I'd die to defend.
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses, for tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is and lay you down on a bed of roses.
I prefer Ian Dury, though:
Ive seen a lot of things I wished I hadn't, there's other things I never hope to see
But no-one left alive could paint a picture of the mess that knowing you has made of me
I knew it wouldn't be a bed of roses, I've seen the bloody grind that love entails
But one door shuts and then another closes and now I'm on a bloody bed of nails
That first one was the Bon Jovi song, the second I haven't heard, but neither are the one I'm looking for, It was definately a male singer, but I have no idea who. It was a ballad like song, and definately NOT Alice Cooper. I haven't heard of the other artists you mentioned, but I will look them up and see what I find. Thanks.
Looking for a song
Susan55 wrote: That is the one, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou. I couldn't remember who sang it, but now that you have mentioned it, I should have known.
You're welcome Susan, I'm glad I could help! :-6
I'm afraid I can't help you with the new request though. Sorry.
Hope you find it!
You're welcome Susan, I'm glad I could help! :-6
I'm afraid I can't help you with the new request though. Sorry.

Hope you find it!

Looking for a song
Susan55 wrote: That first one was the Bon Jovi song, the second I haven't heard, but neither are the one I'm looking for, It was definately a male singer, but I have no idea who. It was a ballad like song, and definately NOT Alice Cooper. I haven't heard of the other artists you mentioned, but I will look them up and see what I find. Thanks.How about he was an Australian called Ross Wilson?
When I started out along the road I put a young man's shoulder to the wheel
Now I've gotten older with the load I recognize the hand that makes the deal
Lay down in a bed of roses
Woke up lying on a bed of nails
It's the oldest of tales
Lose the wind from your sails
You lay down in a bed of roses
And wake up lying on a bed of nails
You sign your name, you pay the price, never see the poison in the pen
They mark the cards and load the dice, you never see which way the game will end.
(1989 album ‘Dark Side Of The Man’)
When I started out along the road I put a young man's shoulder to the wheel
Now I've gotten older with the load I recognize the hand that makes the deal
Lay down in a bed of roses
Woke up lying on a bed of nails
It's the oldest of tales
Lose the wind from your sails
You lay down in a bed of roses
And wake up lying on a bed of nails
You sign your name, you pay the price, never see the poison in the pen
They mark the cards and load the dice, you never see which way the game will end.
(1989 album ‘Dark Side Of The Man’)
Nullius in verba ... ☎||||||||||| ... To Fate I sue, of other means bereft, the only refuge for the wretched left.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.
When flower power came along I stood for Human Rights, marched around for peace and freedom, had some nooky every night - we took it serious.
Who has a spare two minutes to play in this month's FG Trivia game! ... My other OS is Slackware.