Sandy Hill


  • Herbie Flowers, Robin Evans & Sam Brown
  • Richard Durrant
  • Nick Ingman

The Songs

I'm Tickled Pink

Written by Jack Shaindlin (1938)

I'm tickled pink
That things are rosy
And skies are blue once again

Let the bygones go bye-bye
No more will I sigh or cry

I'm tickled pink
The moon is yellow
And I'm your fellow tonight

Soon we'll greet that red-letter day
When I will pop the question
And you say OK
Say then we'll be married in the month of May


It's All Over

Don Everly (1965)

It's all over, didn't even cry,
I just stopped living when you said goodbye.

It's all over, didn't feel a thing,
I just stopped living - couldn't stand the pain.

Heather grows like leaves in September
Looks as fresh in spring
Love that warms like summer sun
Shouldn't die when winter comes.

It's all over, didn't even cry,
I just stopped living when you said goodbye.


Walk Right Back

Sam Brown & Bill Livsey (2010)

I'm gonna walk right back, walk right back, into your arms
I'm gonna walk right back, walk right back, where I belong

You'd better walk right back, walk right back, into my arms
You'd better walk right back, walk right back, it's where you belong

Hazy days, drifting on the sea
Lazy babies, just you and me
Last summer what a time we had
Since we've been apart
I've been so sad
You and me, sitting in a tree

I'm slow now, I know
and I've just got wise
I'm home here, alone
And I've realised
And now I'm back to reality
But I know, where I woudl rather be
Siting with you, in a tree
K I S S I N G.

I never would have seen it coming
I've never been that kind of girl
Now I've seen, I'm head over heels
Help me I'm falling


Amour Defendu

(Romance Anonimo)

Narciso Yepes (1952) French lyrics by Eddy Marnay

Le vent d'octobre
Froissait la rivière
Les plis de ma robe
Frôlaient la bruyère
L'air était si tendre
Que j'ai voulu prendre
Ta main qu'une bague
M'avait défendu.

La seule faute
Restera la mienne
J'ai oublié l'autre
Et j'ai dit "je t'aime"
Les fleurs de la lande
aux couleurs de l'ambre
Ont tout recouvert
Et mon coeur s'est perdu.

Amour de rêve,
Amour de l'automne,
Quand le jour se lève
C'est l'hiver qui sonne.
On a pris le monde
Pour quelques secondes
Mais on ne vit pas
D'un amour défendu.

Il y avait l'autre,
Il y avait ses larmes
J'ai repris ma faute
J'ai jeté les armes.
Les fleurs de la lande
Aux couleurs de l'ombre
Où l'on s'est aimés
Ne me reverront plus.


Autumn Leaves

(Les Feuilles Mortes)

Joseph Kosma & Jacques Prévert (1945) English lyrics by Johnny Mercer

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m'aimais et je t'aimais


London's Not Too Far

Hank B Marvin (1961)

She takes the step
That will mean goodbye to home
She knows its time to make the break

She's got a bag
with a mirror, brush and comb
That's all she really needs to take

She's got to travel light
She's walking all the way
London's not too far
She's heard the neighbours say

Her heart just beats
Like its bever done before
If someone stops her now she'll die

A little prayer
As she fumbles with the door
She hopes her Mum and Dad won't cry

She planned it all herself
And now she's on her way
London's not too far
She's heard the neighbours say

She's so in love
With a man she doesn't know
She's only seen him on TV
But love is strong
And it's calling her to go
To London where he's sure to be

The door is open now
She's free to walk away
London's not too far
She's heard the neighbour's say

She looks outside
It's a wet and windy night
It looks so very dark and cold

She thinks perhaps
London's not so very bright
especially when your five years old


I'll Fly Away

Albert E Brumley (1929)

Some glad morning when this life is o'er, I'll fly away;
To a home on God's celestial shore, I'll fly away.

I'll fly away, O glory, I'll fly away;
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by, I'll fly away.

When the shadows of this life have grown, I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown, I'll fly away.

Just a few more weary days and then, I'll fly away;
To a land where joys shall never end, I'll fly away.


Slipping Through My Fingers

Bjorn Ulvaeus & Benny Andersson (1984)

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while.

The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny

What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go

Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile


Way Back Home

Al Lewis &Tom Waring (1948)

The roads are the dustiest, the winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest, the pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest, the friends the trustiest
Way back home
(Back home)

The trees are the sappiest, the days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest, the kids are the scrappiest
The jokes the snappiest, the folks the happiest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The grass is the springiest, the bees are the stingiest
The birds are the wingiest, the bells are the ringiest
(The hearts) the hearts the singiest
(The arms) the arms the clingiest
Way back home

(What about the sun?) The sun's the blaziest
(And the fields?) The fields the daisiest
(And the cows?) The cows the graziest
(And the help?) The help's the laziest
The boys (are the wittiest)
The girls (are the prettiest)
Way back home

(The pigs are the snootiest, the owls are the hootiest)
The plants the fruitiest, the stars the shootiest
(The grins the funniest), the smiles the sunniest
Way back home

Don't know why I left the homestead
I really must confess
I'm a weary exile
Singing my song of loneliness

The food is the spreadiest, the wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest, the gals are the steadiest
The love the liveliest, the life the loveliest
Way back, way back, way back, home
(No place like home)
Sweet home



Mitchell Parish & Hoagy Carmichael (1933)

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart

You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
Now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song

Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
of paradise where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain


Your Long Journey

Traditional, arranged by Doc Watson and Rosa Lee Watson (1928)

God's given us years of happiness here
Now we must part
And as the angels come and call for you
The pains of grief tug at my heart

Oh my darling
My darling
My heart breaks as you take your long journey

Oh the days will be empty
The nights so long without you my love
And when god calls for you I'm left alone
But we will meet in heaven above

Fond memories I'll keep of happy ways
That on earth we trod
And when I come we will walk hand in hand
As one in heaven in the family of god


Find out more about 'Tickled Pink' here...



Debut Album Tickled Pink by Sandy Hill



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to purchase through iTunes!

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