Carmel Charlton

Performer, Songwriter, Musician, Folk, Country, Gospel and Instrumental

 

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Whispers on the Wind - 2005

 

 

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Greenhead, Dynamite Bay

Up, Down South

Spirit of Mokare

Whispers on the Wind

Goodbye Beethoven

The Ghan

Special Gift

Horses Coming Home

Lonely City

Bay of Isles

C Y O’Connor

Roads To Choose

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Acknowledgements:

Musicians:

Carmel  Charlton - John Ralph – Toni Italiano – Andrew Winton – Bruce Fraser – Robert Oats –

Rocky Evangelisti – Emma white – Les Helfgott – Grant Ferstat – Dave Clarke –

Bob Thompson – Stephen Mancini

Recorded and mixed by Toni Italiano at Pet Rock Studios, Beechboro, WA.

Mastered by Mark Whitehouse at Pro Copy


GREENHEAD, DYNAMITE BAY

Words & Music Carmel Charlton              

 

Greenhead a coastal fishing village 300 kilometers north of Perth is one of my favourite holiday destinations. 

Fisherman’s Island is home to a colony of sea lions.

 

Chorus    

Greenhead, Dynamite Bay

Fishing off the jetty at the end of the day

Cray boats waiting patiently

Before the dawn they’ll put out to sea

 

Climbing ridges, discovering

Flowers where you think none would survive

Shipwrecks off the coast, founded on the rocks

With hopes and cargo they went down

 

In turquoise waters the sea lions play

At Fishermen's Island in the sun

Meet the characters who live life out here

A special breed of people with a job to be done at

 

Pristine grasses on the oceans floor

Sway gently to the motion of the waves

Fragile in their paradise

A place unspoiled, may it stay that way

 

Amazing colours in the sunset sky

Lightning flashing around

Point Louise becomes a silhouette

Thunder in the distance the only sound

 

Meet the characters who live life out here

They’re special people with a job to be done  

 

Before the dawn              

Before the dawn                                   

Before the dawn they’ll put out                                                                             BACK TO TOP


UP, DOWN SOUTH

Words by Patrick O’Leary & Carmel Charlton.  Music by Carmel Charlton              

 

In the Noongar language ‘up’ at the end of a word means ‘place of’.

 

I’m going down to Noggerup, Boyanup, Balingup

On to Cowaramup, where it’s ‘udderly’ divine

When you get to Kojanup, more sheep than people there

Old homesteads and shearing sheds and cool crisp country air

Old homesteads, shearing sheds and cool country air

 

Chorus

Everything ends with up down south means ‘place of’ you know

When I’m feeling all fed up, off down south I go

 

On the coast at Yallingup you’ll find caves and lots of surf

Karri forests at Manjimup, no price on what they’re worth

Go by train to Dwellingup on the Hotham Valley line

Sweet boronia at Nannup, I go there all the time

Boronia at Nannup, I go there all the time

 

I’m going down to Myalup, Dardenup, Ongerup

Deep in the Porongerups, I’ll stop to taste the wine

Frankland flows through Nornalup fish are biting there

Denmark’s name was Kurrabup, black swans in the air

Denmark’s name was Kurrabup, black swans everywhere.

 

I’d like to thank the aborigines; the Noongar tribe

For the magic names that describe the land

Special places they’d find

Gnowangerup means ‘Mallee Fowl’ Tambellup ‘place of thunder’

What a heritage we have in these places filled with wonder

What a heritage in a land filled with wonder. 

 

Chorus

Everything ends with up down south, means ‘place of’ you know

When I’m feeling all fed up, off down south and off down south and

Off down south I  - gotta get down!

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SPIRIT OF MOKARE

Words & Music Carmel Charlton              

 

In 1829 Aboriginal guide and peacemaker Mokare led explorers through the bush.  They walked from Albany to Denmark on the south coast. Dr. Collie who was government resident of Albany at the time documented customs and language that he had learnt from his friend Mokare.

 

In Mokare’s time the settlers came

Sailed into a safe harbour

Guiding them through the bush

They wanted to explore

See the wonders of the land

Where no white man had ever been before

 

Sunlight filtered through the karri’s

Past hills and ancient ranges

Ten days walking along Noongar tracks

Mokare’s knowledge of the bush helped the

strangers survive in 1829

 

Chorus

Spirit of Mokare, lead us on

Feel it in the karri’s so strong

May the ancient wisodom guide us

As we lean from each other

So much we can learn

 

He taught of his land and language

Past down from tribal elders

Albany won’t forget their peacemaker son

The role he played in the early days, oh they

remember with pride

 

As Dr. Collie lay dying, he made one last request

That he be buried by Mokare’s side

He’d learnt so much from him

They became best friends

Founding fathers, one black and one white                                                           

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WHISPERS ON THE WIND

Words & Music Carmel Charlton              

 

I wrote this song while sitting on a secluded beach at Greenhead shortly after September 11, 2001. I was reflecting upon the final words from many of the passengers on the hijacked aircraft to their loved ones. It was simply ‘I love you’.  It is a poignant reminder to make the most of each day.   

 

I’ve heard so many stories; I’ve been to many places

I’ve traveled near and far and far and wide

While sitting all alone, staring at the ocean

I’ve heard so many whispers on the wind

 

People that I know now, or haven’t seen for years

Come drifting on the memories of time

Sometimes my thoughts will linger on one of two of them

I say a little prayer and hope they’re fine

 

Chorus

Whispers on the wind, I don’t know the future

Whispers on the wind, make the most of everyday

Whispers on the wind, tell people that you love them

I’ve heard all this in whispers on the wind

 

Maybe there’d be peace in every corner of the world

If people stopped to listen for awhile

None of us are here for long when all is said and done

Time we listened to those whispers on the wind

 

Stop to smell the flowers and wonder how they grow

Watching seabirds homeward fly

Wonder at the universe, here we are all spinning ‘round

Time we listened to those whispers on the wind 

 

We need hope to keep us going, someone to understand

Don’t know what the future holds

Only know who holds it in His hands

 

Repeat ‘Maybe there’d be peace                                                                         

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GOODBYE BEETHOVEN

Words & Music Carmel Charlton              

 

After studying too many Beethoven symphonies at the West Australian conservatorium of Music I put my thoughts to music.

 

Chorus

Goodbye Beethoven, I’ll see you in the spring

I know that you’re a genius but I just want to sing

A country song, it can’t be wrong!

Though your symphonies are very nice

They’re about an hour too long

 

First you’ve got the exposition

And you think you know the scheme            

But just to throw you off the track

He adds an extra theme

Then comes the development

Of what has gone before

I try to listen very hard

But I can’t take anymore! 

 

Well you think that it’s all over

‘Cause the orchestra’s so quiet

Then suddenly they play so loud

That you nearly die with fright!

Then the recapitulation means

The end is getting near

But wait, here comes the coda

And now he’s in top gear                                                                                    

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THE GHAN

Words by Patrick O’Leary. Music by Carmel Charlton              

 

The Ghan is a living legend.  It opened in 1929 linking Adelaide and Alice Springs.  It was named after the Afghan Camel drivers. The new Ghan now travels on to Darwin.

 

A thousand miles to nowhere on a train that leads to hell

Her boilers belching fire and the ringing of her bell

Her wheels are moving slowly on the iron rail below

As she heads out of the ranges, to the Alice she will go

 

She stops at Parachilna, Beltana and Leigh Creek

Steaming up the Alice, she'll be there in a week

The train moves on slowly from Lyndhurst to Marree

Recalling the old camel men and set their spirits free

 

Chorus

She's the Ghan, she's the Ghan

Rolling on the northern tracks again

She's the Ghan, she's the Ghan

Going forever, if she can

 

The screaming of her whistle could wake a graveyards dead

The parched earth all around her is painted green and red

Her pistons pushing power back in 1929

As she heaved and rolled right down the track

On the Oodnadatta line

 

Past Spinifex and gibber plain, all dusty and dry

Past deserts raked with sandstorm, you can hear the eagles cry

Storms pass by slowly and turn the earth to mud

As water rages down the creek to see the fink in flood 

 

The new Ghan’s a ‘rolling now beneath Australian skies

From Adelaide to Darwin a dream is realized

The pioneering spirit keeps running in our veins

I still can hear the whistle of the old ghost train

                                                                         

Founding fathers, one black and one white                                                           

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SPECIAL GIFT

Words & Music Carmel Charlton              

 

‘It wouldn’t do if we were all the same’.  These are words that I remember my father often saying.  It made me appreciate my own gift of music and each person having their special gifts.

 

It seems like just the other day that I heard someone say

It wouldn’t do if we were all the same

I believe it’s true, though we’re different me and you

We’ll always need the sunshine and rain

Even though it’s been a while since I saw him

I remember my father’s words

 

Chorus 

You love your music, me I love the plough

While you mother helps the roses bloom in spring

Some can paint a picture, others run like the wind

Each one has a special gift to bring    

 

Farming all his life, he knew no other way

Worked with his hands as his father before him

Wheatfield’s and windmills, canopies of salmon gums

Gave him time to think, time to work things out

Even though it’s been a while since I saw him

I remember my father’s words   

 

Just like a gift of song

He knew his heart belonged in the country

I can hear him say

 

Chorus

You love your music, me I love the plough

While your mother helps the roses bloom in spring

Some can paint a picture, others run like the wind

Each one has a special gift to bring

Some can paint a picture, others run like the wind

Each one has a special gift, a special song

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HORSES COMING HOME

Words by Frank Smith. Music by Carmel Charlton

 

In 1915, a small boy at Bakers Hill in saw soldiers and horses going by train to Albany, Western Australia.  The convoys took 160,000 horses to the1st World War. Only one returned.  Due to quarantine regulations they were either put down or left behind.  Frank Smith gave me his poem that I arranged to music.

 

I had a dream the other night, was plain as plain could be

I saw a thousand horsemen riding home across the sea.                           

 

Those riders when the war was won shed tears and said goodbye

To leave a faithful horse behind made many a strong man cry

 

But we'll be back to take you home, thought hell should bar the way

And as ghost riders we will live, to ride and fight another day

 

Chorus

So never fear four legged friends

When our earthly days are through

A thousand suntanned horsemen

Will be coming back for you

 

Wave on wave of phantom riders, coming in across the sea

To meet their cobbers on Mt. Clarence, what a marvellous sight to see

 

And now the last post's sounded, men and horses home to stay

And lots of green, green pasture forever and a day

 

And that's the scene I saw last night, as plain as plain could be

A thousand tenth light horsemen, bringing horses home across the sea                  

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LONELY CITY

Words & Music Carmel Charlton    

 

Christmas can be a lonely time for many people, especially if there are few relatives or friends to lend a helping hand.   I first sang this song at the launch of St. Vincent de Paul’s Christmas Appeal in WA.

 

It’s lonely in the city when you’ve got nowhere else to go

People all around, they don’t seem to know

The loneliness you’re feeling, the pain you try to hide

It’s lonely in the city especially at Christmas time

 

It’s lonely in the city when the night time comes around

Isn’t it a pity no-one knows you when you’re down

Out of work, out of hope, just can’t see the light

It’s lonely in the city especially at Christmas time

 

Especially at Christmas that’s the time you feel it most

That’s when you need a friend,

Someone to walk with you awhile,

And help to share the load

 

Lonely in the city waiting for a train

Friends have deserted, family far away

Out of work, out of hope, just can’t see the light

It’s lonely in the city, especially at Christmas time

 

It’s lonely in the city when you’ve nowhere else to go

People all around, they don’t seem to know

The loneliness you’re feeling, the pain you try to hide

Lonely in the city  

It’s lonely in the city especially at Christmas                                                  

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BAY OF ISLES

Words and Music by Carmel Charlton              

 

Beautiful bays and fine white sand that squeaks underfoot - Esperance is located on Western Australia's southeast coast, about 725km from Perth.  Kepa Kurl is the aboriginal name for the area.  It means ‘place where water lies down like a boomerang’.

 

The sun’s sinking low behind me, there’s an open road ahead

Been traveling all day, soon I’ll reach the southern shores

The land is ever changing, banksia turns to mallee

The sign on the road say; watch for the mallee fowl

 

I’m gettin’ closer to my destination

When I see the peaks of Cape Le Grand

 

Chorus

Esperance, Bay of Isles,

Kepa Kurl where the water lies

Like a boomerang, Bay of Isles

Kepa Kurl where the water lies

In the shape of a boomerang

 

Strong winds fan the ocean and blow across the land

Cooling down the hottest summer days

A goods train heading for the port weighed down

By iron ore

Sometimes comes in with a load from the nickel mine

 

Oo I’m getting closer

When I see the peaks of Cape Le Grand

 

Heading down Pink Lake Road to a cottage where I can unwind

Wake with the sound of the birds in the morning,

morning light

 

Instrumental

 

The French sailed into shelter from a storm and just like me

They would have felt the fine white sand beneath their feet.

 

I’m gettin’ closer to my destination

When I see the peaks of Cape Le Grand

 

Chorus

Esperance, Bay of Isles,

Kepa Kurl where the water lies

Like a boomerang, Bay of Isles

Kep Kurl where the water lies  

Repeat 

In the shape of a boomerang                                                                               

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C.Y. OCONNOR

Words & Music Carmel Charlton              

 

The Goldfields Pipeline carries fresh water from Mundaring to the Eastern Goldfields.  It was designed by Engineer-in Chief C Y O’Connor and completed in 1903. It is still the longest fresh water pipeline in the world today. 

 

Water was scarce, people couldn’t go on

Searching for gold in the blazing sun

Goldfields life was at its worst

Many died from typhoid, some died of thirst

 

C.Y. O’Connor delivered a plan

To build a pipeline through rocks and sand

Helena River would be the start

Where water would flow to the goldfields heart

 

Chorus

What would he say if he came back today that great engineer?

Having no doubt his plan would work

C.Y. O’Connor, I wish you were here

To see water pumped from Mundaring Weir

 

The longest pipeline the world had seen

In bygone days it was just a dream

People said: ‘It couldn’t be done!’

But O’Connor and his men proved them wrong

 

From Mundaring on through Southern Cross

Reaching the reservoir at Mt. Charlotte

Days were long, rewards were few

Somehow they would see, see it through         

 

Came that memorable day in nineteen hundred and three

When water, clear water flowed endlessly

To O’Connor now we pay our due

He made that goldfields dream come true

 

Chorus

What would he say if he came back today that great engineer?

Having no doubt his plan would work

A final note made it clear

Saying: ‘Put the wing walls to Helena Weir!’

A final note made it clear

Saying: ‘Put the wing walls to Helena’

‘Put the wing walls to Helena … Weir’.   I wish you were here                                

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ROADS TO CHOOSE

Words & Music Carmel Charlton              

 

I wrote this song for my husband Eric.

 

You love me; you give me all there is to give

What more could I ask or you

A shoulder to lean on when I need to know

Somebody cares for me, somebody cares

 

Chorus

Funny how life goes

How it ebbs and flows

No-one really knows where the road will lead

 

Sometimes I don’t really know which way to turn

I ponder and just stand still

Time never will   

 

Sometimes we walk alone

Walk without the light

Trusting what we cannot see

Following our heart

Searching for the truth

Taking a chance on you and me

 

Instrumental

 

A shoulder to lean on when I need to know

Somebody care for me, somebody cares.  

 

Funny how life goes

How it ebbs and how it flows

No-one really knows, no-one knows

No-one really knows where the roads

No-one know                                                                                                     

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For information, bookings and additional copies of this CD click here or call Carmel direct

0412777061 or write to:  Carmel Charlton  PO Box  853, Innaloo Western Australia  6018

 

Many fine musicians have contributed to the making of this CD.  I would like to thank them all for their time and talents: John Ralph, Toni Italiano, Andrew Winton, Bruce Fraser, Robert Oats, Rocky Evangelisti, Stephanie Nichols, Emma White, Grant Ferstat, Dave Clarke, Bob Thompson and Stephen Mancini

 

Special thanks to Toni Italiano and Andrew Winton for their expertise and help with arrangements.

Thanks to family, friends and audiences who have encouraged me.

This CD is dedicated to Rosemary Hancock one of my biggest fans.

This CD recorded and mixed by Toni Italiano at Pet Rock Studios, Beechboro, WA.

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