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Errol Berk

Guest - A Roskruge Nostalgian;

Working as a lawyer in California;

Wife Lynda is a teacher;

Children: Elizabeth, Benjamin, and Jonathan are Navy and Army;

Thanking the Reunion Committee.



Many years have passed and gone,
Since the times that we had there;
But our heart's tonight in Tucson,
And the memories we share;

Our thoughts tonight are far away,
Across the desert sea;
In the Tucson valley,
It's there we'd love to be.
(Adaptation from Andrew Irvine, Ireland)



By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon';
Where in purple hue, the hielan' hills we view,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'.
(Scottish)



We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd,
sin auld lang syne.

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,
and gie's a hand o' thine;
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
(Robert Burns)



Yidl mitn fidl,
Arye mitn bas;
Dos lebn iz a lidl,
to vozhe zayn in kas;
Yidl, fidl, shmidl,
Dos lebn iz a shpas.
(1936 Polish Movie, Yidl Mitn Fidl;
Yiddish Song by Itzik Manger)



Huna blentyn yn fy mynwes,
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron.
(Suo Gan, Welsh Lullaby;
Sung in Empire of the Sun)



Somewhere over the rainbow,
Way up high;
There's a land that we heard of,
Once in a lullaby.
(Adaptation from lyrics by E. Harburg,
music by H. Arlen)



We'll be seeing you,
In all the old familiar places;
In every lovely summer's day,
We'll always think of you that way.
(Adaptation from lyrics by Irving Kahal,
music by Sammy Fain)



There's not a word yet,
for old friends who just met;
He's never been there,
but he knows the way;
He's going to go back there someday.
(Gonzo)



Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham;
Can you tell me where he's gone? . . .
Didn't we love the things that they stood for;
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me. . . .
I thought I saw him walkin' up over the hill;
Abraham, Martin, and John.
(Adaptation from Dion/R. Holler)



Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side;
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow.
(Frederick Weatherly)



Best Regards

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