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songs by Jane Butters & others

 

 
 The lyrics of all of Jane's songs are included in a 16 page booklet which comes with the CD - all words and music by Jane Butters unless otherwise stated.
 On this page, the songs are listed in the order they were written.
 
 
 

Deep Down Inside

Written and finished on June 1st 2002 , after recording ďNose Down.Ē We went off on our bikes to the north of Scotland and I did it there. The music of the verse of this song is taken from Mozartís Exultate Jubilate.

Tony, ďWhatís happening?Ē
For I see it. I see it in your eyes.
I canít believe youíd do this.
Youíve hurt me before.
My own heart canít take more,
For I gave you everything,
And remember, weíve been here before.
Now I have nothing, but sadness inside.

ButÖ..
Every single touch that you made with your hand,
Every single print that we made in the sand,
Every single time that we went for a ride,
Remains in me deep down inside.

And now you deceive, you wonít receive
One single kiss from me now;
But the secrets we kept and the place where we met
Remain in me deep down inside.

Every single time that I softened your pain,
And every single time that we sheltered from rain,
And every single time that my arms opened wide,
Remains in me deep down inside.

But now that youíve gone, I will use in this song
All the feelings to which I was tied,
For they certainly wonít and Iíll make sure they donít
Remain in me deep down inside.

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Tip to top, we reached Cape Reinga - Northernmost point in New Zealand

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Fox Glacier

 

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Nobodyís Noticing Me

Written while cycling in Provence

Iíve seen a rainbow, colours so true,
Iíve seen a garden, sprinkled with dew,
Iíve seen a woodland, carpeted blue,
Thatís when Iíd think about you.

We would wander along,
And youíd sing me a song,
With our hearts and our hands intertwined,
Yet the picture I keep,
As I lie half asleep
Is only a dream in my mind.

Have you heard skylarks high in the sky?
Have you heard cuckoos make their reply?
Have you heard swallows fly swiftly by?
Thatís when Iíd think about you.

Somehow I would be there,
To show that I care
About all of the things that I see,
And the meaning of love,
Which you see in a dove
Are the things that youíd notice in me.

Have you felt swanís down, soft and so light?
Have you felt lilies, their petals so white?
Have you felt snowflakes falling at night?
Thatís when Iíd think about you.

Youíd have eyes that were blue,
And a heart that was true,
There would always be sunshine to see.
Yes, Iíd love you so much,
Youíd ache at my touch,
Yet nobodyís noticing me.


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Sharing out cherries in the Luberon

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Our Love Is Best Of All

Written in France

Oh did you see him waiting for me, itís already half past eight?
And I meant to be here earlier, Iím never normally late;
But Iíve had a tricky day,
íCos my passport went astray
Where do you think he might be now?

Yes, I was wondering if heíd take me on a íplane to see Bayonne,
Someone said it would be nicer than a hotel in Saigon;
But he mentioned Timbuktu,
Where weíd see a cockatoo,
Where do you think he might be now?

Oh surely someoneís seen him looking for a pretty girl like me,
Yes, Iím really quite unique as you can very clearly see;
Yes, Iíve got an empty head,
And Iím very easily lead,
I wonder where heís got to now?

But then Iíd like to see a tiger or a lion in Africa,
But he says that tigers only roam in parts of India;
But Iíve heard about Sudan,
And a place they call Bhutan,
Where do you think heís got to now?

You see he isnít very handsome and he isnít very tall,
If you see him sitting down there isnít very much at all,
And despite that he is lame,
Yes I love him just the same,
I wonder where heís got to now?

Iíve heard some people take a villa when they go to Umbria,
Yet theyíve never walked in Scotland or the dales in Cumbria,
Yet the happiness they seek,
In a few days or a week,
Could be in their own back yard.

So when I lost my passport maybe Ďtwas a blessing in disguise,
ĎCos I knew that he was hoping just for me to realise
That no matter where we went,
Or the money that we spent,
Our love is best of all.

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The Kingston Flyer - New Zealand












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Mont Ventoux - cyclistís mecca and a favourite for the Tour de France.
Itís a 6,000 ft climb

   

Youíll Find It All With Me

Written during the night in our tent

I know you always like to be with me,
Why donít you come and ride a bike with me?
Iíll show you sun,
Weíll have such fun,
Why donít you come with me?

If many people put you off and say,ďDonít go!Ē
Itís all because theyíre ignorant ícos they donít know,
How negative,
Get positive,
Why donít you come with me?

You see, I might decide on Southern France,
To Nimes or Nice on the off chance,
A cheap return,
Is my concern,
Why donít you come with me?

Wait until you taste a proper crêpe suzette,
A picnic with some cheese inside a french baguette.
But just watch out,
Weíll eat a lot.
Youíll have to come with me.
I have a map, some tools, with me,
A sleeping bag, and a tent, youíll see
Itís quite a sight,
The stars at night,
Youíll want to come with me!

Take a cycle cape, it could be wet,
Might be thunder or the odd tempête,
You wonít mind hills,
Youíll like the thrills,
Youíll want to come with me.

But if you want a very special view,
You have to work and sweat, I promise you,
See Les Barroux,
Climb Mont Ventoux,
Youíll be addicted too!

Why díyou think the Romans built the Pont du Gard?
And when you get to Nimes, youíll see the amphithéâtre,
Itís history,
Itís mystery,
Youíll find it all with me.

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Passing Tommy Simpson's grave.

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The Pont du Gard is the spectacular Roman acqueduct built to transport fresh water to Nimes.

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He Lets Me Be

I love him so,
Iíll have you know,
Iíll tell you why,
Iíll show you how.

For when he cares,
He cares with me,
And when he shares,
He shares with me.

Yet when he goes,
He knows with me,
That while heís gone,
Iíll still be me.

And now at last,
Iíll tell you why
When he comes home,
The sun will shine.
A pretty girl,
By chance he sees,
Iíll share with him,
And let him be.

For when I do
The things I do,
He sees in me,
He lets me be

The way I am,
For what I am,
To be just me
To be just me.

And when I die,
Youíll still know why
I loved him so,
I loved him so.

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The Dunstan Trail

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Between Queenstown and Glenorchy

   

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Get Cracking !

We had arrived in Nice to find a world championship triathlon taking place.
2000 competitors

Pecker up, chin up, come on.
Get cracking!
Pecker up, chin up.
Get Cracking!

Even if youíre still in bed,
Even if you feel half dead.
Come on, get cracking!

Would you rather be a snail or a mouse?
At least youíd be living in someoneís house.
How about a moth or a tiny biting flea?
Living on a jumper, but I hope not me!
Come on, get cracking!

How about a snake hanging on to a tree?
Or flying around the garden as a bumble bee?
How about the family thatís burrowed into your cake?
Iím trying to cheer you up, for Heavenís sake,
Come on, get cracking!

And if your head feels a little bit sore,
You can still do a little bit more.
Come on, get cracking!

Canít you hear the work weíve put into this song,
Look at Tom Finlay all day long
Keith and Uncle Jack, just to prove to you the fact.
Come on, get cracking!

Get out of that bed!

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Luberon - Provence




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The Dunstan Trail

 

Sometimes In The Middle Of The Night

Sometimes in the middle of the nightÖÖ...came from worrying if Iíd make it from.....

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Bannockburn to Garston - The Nevis Valley, a 4,000 feet climb

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Sometimes in the middle of the night,
I worry where my love could be.
I shed tears as I try to go to sleep,
Knowing heís so far from me.
My worries, they seem to multiply,
They magnify throughout my head.
Thatís why in the middle of the night
I worry if he will return.

And each day I remember how he was,
The feeling of his soft brown hair.
Memories, they come flooding back to me,
I realise how much I care.
If only I could telephone,
Could someone tell me where he is.
Then Iíd write in the middle of the night,
And Iíd seal it with a loving kiss.

And before I try to go to sleep,
I sit beside his favourite chair.
I picture all the things we used to do,
And all the things we used to share.
Those moments, they were so magical,
The way he mystifies my brain,
Nothing ever came between us then,
And nothing ever will again.

But still as I lie alone at night,
I wish that he could be with me.
No one knows how lonely it can be,
Not knowing when he will return.
My worries, I know they multiply,
They magnify inside my head.
So please, in the middle of the night,
Pray with me that heíll return.

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The 25 fords we crossed going up the valley (35kms)

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Would we find a flat place to pitch the tent?

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Would I die of cold at night after my skinny dip?

   

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Our encounter with Sheri. Her boyfriend flew tornadoes. He was in the RAF and had been training with the Americans in Arizona. Very aware the Iraq war was about to start, she decided to get away to New Zealand. She was the reason I turned the song into worrying if a soldier would ever return? It was March 2003.

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Yes we were in South Island, New Zealand.7,000 sheep.

 

Keep Up A Very Steady Pace


If you climb to the top of a hill,
Keep up a very steady pace,
Get focused, get into it, dig deep,
But keep up a very steady pace.
And if you cross a desert in a camel train,
Make sure you donít get left behind.
Get focused, get into it, dig deep,
But keep up a very steady pace.
And if you find youíve slipped behind,
Get into gear,
For wherever you are, concentrate hard,
And keep up a very steady pace.

And if you cross Niagara Falls
Walking on a tightrope wire.
Get focused, get into it, dig deep,
And keep up a very steady pace.
And if the Queen invites you for a cup of tea,
Make sure you know what youíve to say.
Get focused, get into it, dig deep,
Remember not to slurp your tea!
And if you find youíve spilt the jam,
Try not to mind.
Donít look at the Queen, it wonít be seen.
Donít draw attention to the jam!

And if you have to face a big exam,
Make sure you choose your favourite pen.
Get focused, get into it, dig deep,
And keep up a very steady pace.
And if the questions asked are not for you,
Remember all the hidden skills you have,
Get focused, get into it, dig deep,
And keep up a very steady pace.
And whether or not you pass or fail,
Why should you mind?
íCos life is out there, all of it to share,
So make sure you have a good time.

And when you come to the end of your road,
Time to take a final bow.
Get focused, say it: ďGoodbye!
Iíve had a pretty good time!Ē
And then theyíll fix you up and lay you down,
Tuck you up inside your little box.
Theyíll be focused, getting you into it, digging deep,
Keeping up a very steady pace.
But if you think the funís all gone,
Wow! How youíre wrong!
íCos the angels are there, taking great care,
Keeping up a very steady pace.

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Nevis Valley - New Zealand

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Bicyclingís What We Do

Written on the Col du Turini, high in the hills above Nice

If we pitch our tent by a mountain stream
Can you imagine the sound?
And the birds in the trees
And the sun between the leaves
Happiness all around.
How did we find this place?
Here comes the clueÖÖ.
We have two bicycles
And bicyclingís what we do.

In the Alps in May, as the fog came down,
We went up like birds on a wing.
I remember it well,
The weather was swell,
We never saw a single thing.
What is the point? You ask.
There is no doubt.
Health and our happiness,
Thatís what itís all about.

Now Montipulchiano is a Tuscan town,
ThatĎs where I met the Count.
He invited us to stay,
In a very grand way;
And this is the tale I recount,
He said, ďTonight is our annual ball,
Please dance with me.Ē
And by the pale moonlight,
By the Mediterranean Sea.

In Alsace there are pigs, wild from the woods,
One gave us rather a fright.
It looked pretty rough,
As it huffed and puffed,
Then disappeared out of sight.
Heh! Ho! And round each bend
On a crest of a wave, thatís me.
Views down each valley,
Never know what youíll see.

We once pitched our tent on an alpine pass
At the back of a farmerís yard.
He said, ď Shall we eat,
With my Château Lafite?Ē
Then poured out his homebrew instead.
Next day we reached the pass,
Free-wheeled right down,
Sun shining all the way
Happiness all around.

To Nuwara Eliya in Sri Lanka,
With Ivan our trusted guide,
Six thousand feet,
In tropical heat,
No wonder I nearly died.
Yet, Heh Ho, here I am,
Still with a tale to tell,
And thatís where Iíll end this song,
And itís probably just as well.

 


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Early morning mist

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Kandy - Sri Lanka

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Top of the Temple of Sigiri looking towards the Nuwara Eliya

   

Misty

Words: Johnny Burke
Music: Errol Garner
Violin orchestration: Mark Owen

 
   

Blue Moon

Words: Lorenz Hart
Music: Richard Rogers

 
   

Love Me, Or Leave Me

Words: Gus Khan
Music: Walter Donaldson

 
   

Donít Touch Me

by Teddy Edwards

 
   

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

Words: Otto Harbach
Music: Jerome Kern

 
   

Iíve Got A Crush On You

by George & Ira Gershwin

 
   

Lullaby Of Birdland

Words: George Weiss
Music: George Shearing

 
   

Bill

Words: P.G. Wodehouse & Oscar Hammerstein II
Music: Jerome Kern

 
   

These Foolish Things

by Harry Link, Jack Strachey & Holt Marvell

 
   

They Didnít Believe Me

Words: Herbert Reynolds
Music: Jerome Kern

 
   
Total running time: 63 mins & 06 secs