New Year’s

New Year’s has a funny way of sneaking up on us. This week on Three Tune Tuesday, we slip into the quiet spaces between resolutions and reminiscence with three early recordings that circle home, goodbyes, and the people we carry forward with us. From ivy-clad nostalgia, to a polite-but-suggestive farewell at the window, to a solemn solo take on Auld Lang Syne, this 45-minute episode skips the noise and leans into reflection. No countdown. No fireworks. Just a moment to look back—before stepping ahead.

Lyrics

Where the Ivy is Clinging

Neath the ivy clinging to a tall old oak tree,
And the lay of coven-lazy clings to me.
Every evening fancy seems to paint this picture,
Though I’m far away across the deep blue sea.
Once again it seems I whisper well to hear her,
Once again the breezes hear our parting kiss,
Though my lips are smiling still my heart is aching,
As I hold her to my heart and murmur this.
Where the ivy’s clinging dearly,
Round and round an old oak tree,
It is there we’ll be together,
Where you gave your heart to me.
Faith will bring me back to meet you,
Once again to fondly greet you.
Where the ivy’s clinging dearly,
Round and round an old oak tree,
Where the ivy’s clinging dearly,
Round and round an old oak tree,
It is there we’ll be together,
Where you gave your heart to me.
Faith will bring me back to meet you,
Once again to fondly greet you.
Where the ivy’s clinging dearly,
Round and round an old oak tree.

Kiss Me Goodnight

By an open window, sat Harry and Flo, all alone, nobody home.
He was paying no attention to the clock upon the wall, never dreaming that her dad was coming home at all.
They were hugging, kissing, when someone rang the bell, and Harry fainted when he heard her yell,
Oh, dearie, kiss me goodnight. You better kiss me goodnight.
Hon, hon, hon, hon, better hurry. Papa’s home, so you should worry.
I know just what my old dad will do. You came in here with eyes of brown, you leave with eyes of blue.
So out the window you must go, you must go. Don’t be slow, you’ll get something to remind you
of the girl you left behind. You kiss me goodnight, it’s time to go.
All the neighbors knew when poor Harry was there. They would all stand in the hall when they heard
her daddy’s footsteps coming up the stairs. They were hoping he would catch the couple
unaware. But it seems that Chloe had heard those steps before,
for they could hear her shouting through the door, Oh, dearie, kiss me goodnight.
You better kiss me goodnight. Hon, hon, hon, hon, better hurry. Papa’s home, so you should worry.
I know just what my old dad will do. You came in here with eyes of brown,
you leave with eyes of blue. So out the window you must go, you must go.
Don’t be slow, don’t you dare to hesitate. My father wears a number eight, so kiss me
goodnight, it’s time to go.

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

Chorus
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
Sin’ auld lang syne.

Chorus
We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.

Chorus
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.