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Kirkpatrick is My Name Love Grows Naturally
Our Love is Headed South Raise the Roof

Library Songs

Carnegie, East Liberty The Music Library Blues


Kirkpatrick is my Name

Words and music by David Michael King ©2009

Gather around and I’ll sing you a song‘
Bout Austin and Sarah, I won’t keep you long

Our story begins in 1306
With a man named Roger, the clan Kirkpatrick
Robert the Bruce, he was in command
He said, “It’s time that the Scots take a stand”

So he asked, “Brave Roger, can you lend a hand?”

And this is what he said
 

“I mak siccar, I’ll make sure
I’ll say it loud and plain

I mak siccar, I’ll make sure

Kirkpatrick is my Name”

Robert the Bruce and Red John Comyn met in the Greyfriars Church in Dumfries on February 10, 1306. The men argued, drew swords and Comyn was wounded. Legend has it that Bruce, upon exiting the church, said, “I doubt that I have slain Red Comyn.” Roger Kirkpatrick replied, “Do you doubt? Then I’ll make sure (I mak siccar).” Roger returned to the church and dispatched with Comyn.
Centuries passed, the Kirkpatricks did grow
They hailed from Dumfries in Scotland, you know

Crossing the ocean with sails unfurled
To seek their fortunes in the New World
John Kirkpatrick was an American
He had a wife and his own stretch of land

“We’ll build a new life, the best that we can”
And this is what he said

John Kirkpatrick (1703 – 1757) is our first proven ancestor in America. It is unknown whether he traveled from Europe or was born in America. His property, which was fairly extensive for the time, consisted of 450 acres, livestock and a distillery and/or mill. He was killed by Native Americans near Shippensburg, Pennsylvania.
John had a son, they christened him James
James took a wife, Martha her name
Martha had Samuel, James was his son

Austin Wilson then came along
Austin was a man of strength and of pride
He asked young Sarah, “Will you be my bride?”

“I will if I know that you can provide”

And this is what he said

John Kirkpatrick (1703 – 1757) – wife, Jane James Kp. (1728 – before 1778) – wife, Martha McElhenney Samuel Kp. (1766 – 1826) – wife, Ruth Wier James Kp. (1791 – 1872) – wife, Jane Porter Austin Wilson Kp. (1834 – 1904) – wife, Sarah Ann Dilling
Austin and Sarah had a large family
Fred and Minnie and Ora made three
Clarence and Harold and Carlton as well

The youngest one was little Nell
The children grew quickly, had kids of their own
They scattered from DC to New Mexico

“We’ll have a reunion so we always stay close”

And this is what they said

Austin and Sarah had 10 children, 7 of whom reached adulthood: Fred (born 1867), Minnie (1869), Ora (1871), Clarence (1874), Harold (1876), Carlton (1884) and Nellie (1891). According to the minutes from the first Kirkpatrick reunion, everyone was present except Fred’s children Sidney (“detained in Washington”) and Helen, who, with her husband Eugene Hopkins, “were living in New Mexico.”
They gathered in Mayview on Austin’s old farm
In 1920 and we’re still going strong
We gather once more, let’s raise a glass
To honor the memory of those from our past
We’ll teach our children to do their best
And let them know how this family’s been blessed

And we’ll tell them this story, so they never forget

This is what we’ll say.

The first reunion of Austin and Sarah Kirkpatrick’s descendants took place on Thanksgiving Day, 1920. It was held on the old family farm in Mayview, Illinois, where Clarence and his wife, Pearl, were living. The place was chosen because “it was here that all the members of the family were born and received their early training.”
“I mak siccar, I’ll make sure
I’ll say it loud and plain
I mak siccar, I’ll make sure

Kirkpatrick is Our Name”


Love Grows Naturally

Words and music by David M. King (c) 2008
 

Wisconsin dawn

Before the morning dew is gone

Songbirds proclaim the new day

Four loving hands

Are working the land

Crimson sky, clouds of gray
 

They plant the seeds

Turn the earth, pull the weeds

Waiting for the rain

They rest side by side

Their faces can’t hide

This garden is not all that has changed
 

The Mississippi’s just a creek

Then it starts its mighty run

A tiny seed springs from the earth

Nourished by the sun

When a caring woman and a gentle man

Find their way back to the land

Everything is just as it should be

Love Grows Naturally
 

The day’s work is done

They watch the setting sun

Sitting silent hand in hand

A cool breeze blows

Tender smiles still show

They belong to this land
 

You taught us to live simply

The earth will fill your bowl

To laugh deeply

It’s the music of your soul

To love completely

Is the greatest gift of all

You never said a word

And still we heard

We learned from lives well lived
 

The moon’s climbing high

A million stars fill the sky

Two figures whisper in the night

A cricket choir

A crackling fire

Is their love song tonight
 

With lightning there’s thunder

With fire there is smoke

Where an acorn falls onto the ground

There stands a wondrous oak

When a caring woman and gentle man

Find their way back to the land

Everything is just as it should be

Love Grows Naturally.
 

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Our Love is Headed South

Words and music by David M. King © 2007
 

I’ve driven this rig all over this land

From the west coast up to Maine

I know the best roads for any place you’d want to go

Every tollway and two lane

But I’m losin’ my bearings ’cause you said you stopped caring

Every town looks the same

You say what we need is a new direction

Our love is in the turning lane
 

North are the lights that shine at night

On those long hauls alone

East or west, the sun’s the test

Am I leavin’ or comin’ home

You say you don’t love me

You showed me the door

“This way out”

But I can’t seem to find my way

When Our Love is Headed South.
 

I know these side roads like the back of my hand

Every small town and speed trap

I avoid weigh stations and traffic citations

I don’t even own a map

But I’ve taken some shortcuts with our love

I’ve not traveled a straight line

What I’ve learned about love from life on the road

Is to follow that detour sign
 

When you were near, I was in high gear

We were speeding to the top

Now the lights are red, the battery’s dead

Our love is at a total stop
 

I got no address in this wilderness

I’m lost in the fog

I hope and I pray you will show me the way

And end this travelogue

You once were my bride, now be my guide

Say our love will survive

Then I’ll make my way headed straight for home

And I won’t drive 55.
 

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Words and Music by David M. King © 2008
 

Marta is a single mom

With three kids of her own

Working hard to pay the bills

Provide a decent home

Health insurance rises

Can’t afford her share

Hoping to get by with luck

And a little prayer

When her youngest one got sick

The debts kept climbing high

Now they’re living in a car

Her children ask her “why”
 

It’s time we Raise the Roof

A roof above their heads

Raise the Roof

For Marta and her kids

Safe housing, now’s the time

We leave no child behind

We keep our promise to our kids

Let’s shout out loud

Stand up tall

From the streets

To city hall

Raise the Roof
 

Leon is a veteran

Served his country well

Full of hope when he came home

Working in the mills

Soon the mills were shutting down

Couldn’t make ends meet

Boxes on an old park bench

Is where he falls asleep

Now his mind does funny things

You wouldn’t recognize

The man who came home

With hope in his eyes
 

It’s time we Raise the Roof

A roof above their heads

Raise the Roof

For Leon and his friends

In a land with millionaires

No one should sleep on the stairs

That’s the real crime

Let’s shout out loud

Stand up tall

From the streets

To city hall

Raise the Roof.
 

We won’t quit

We won’t turn back

Our need for change is real

We are the City

Of Champions

We are forged of steel
 

Sarah lives in South Oakland

She has no heat, no phone

Still she’s glad to have a job

A place that she calls home

Times are tough, sometimes it’s hard

To buy enough to eat

She knows she’s only one paycheck

From living on the streets
 

It’s time we Raise the Roof

Refuse to live this way

Raise the Roof

We will have our say

If not us, who will it be

If not now, when will we see

Justice for our families

Let’s shout out loud

Stand up tall

From the streets

To city hall

Raise the Roof.
 

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Carnegie, East Liberty

To the tune of “Lida Rose” by Meredith Willson

New words by David Michael King © 2010
 

Carnegie, East Liberty

I love your smart new school

More square feet, done tasteful-leet

Accessorized with books

Every aisle

Holds a new discovery

Will I smile*

If I do some delving

In the compact shelving

Carnegie, East Liberty

You made it hard to wait

But I was true, and you renewed

All my books and faith

So here is my love song

A gentle lullaby

You’re home again

And so am I
 

Carnegie, East Liberty

I always will be true

Your building’s green, more space for teens

And desks made of bamboo

Let me prove**

How much you mean to me

Missing you

Was onerous

Now I’m Donor Plus***

Carnegie, East Liberty

You know you give me such a thrill

No more fuss, forget the bus

To Main or Lawrenceville

So here is my love song

A gentle lullaby

You’re home again

And so am I.
 

*Original lyric:  “What awaits?”

**Original lyric:  “Let me show”

***A type of library card


The Music Library Blues

To the tune of “Hoochie Coochie Man” by Muddy Waters

New words by David Michael King ©2006
 

My friends studied business

Got science degrees

Livin’ in the suburbs

Pull down ninety G’s

I majored in music

Couldn’t find no career

And then I a got an MLS

The Master’s takes a year

And a thirty grand loan

Now my pay is kinda scary

I got The Music Library Blues
 

I spilled coffee

On an autographed score

Knocked a shelf of CDs

Right onto the floor

Director needs music

For Brahms and Debussy

And twenty scores by J.S. Bach

He’s got no BWV’s

Now the catalog is down

If I quit will I get severance

I go the Music Reference Blues
 

I taught ‘em truncation

Grove Online

RILM and OPAC

Then I assigned

“Describe this music”*

Student said “fugal”

“Where’d you find the answer?”

“I just looked it up on Google

Teacher, when we eatin’ lunch?

Now my PowerPoint won’t function

I got the Library Instruction Blues
 

New verses written after this song was recorded
 

She wanted quartets

I gave her Borodin

Grieg and Beethoven

Opus 18

All the scores she wanted

I was feeling rather pleased

She just frowned and then she said

“I wanted CDs

The Super Audio kind”

Lord, send me back to school

I got the Reference Interview Blues
 

First we stream music

Stopped buying CDs

We got JSTOR

No more magazines

Send movies online

Out of thin air

Digitize books

The shelves are bare

I’m a virtual librarian

From my head to my toes

In a virtual library

Our building has closed

All these computers

Have really paid off

The boss tells me with just one click

“You’re virtually laid off

We are cutting…edge”

I feel so antiquarian

I got the Disappearin’ Librian Blues.
 

*Original lyric:  “Describe this piece by Bach”

  1. i like the song our love is headed south… now only if you get someone famous to sing it and get rich then we can leave pittsburgh and live in a mansion

    Comment by Austin ( your son) — January 14, 2011 @ 1:12 am
  2. Terrific song, David (“Kirkpatrick is my Name”). It was exciting to hear it at the last family reunion, and we hope to hear it again at the next family reunion.
    Best regards, Charley Kirkpatrick

    Comment by Charles B. Kirkpatrick — February 28, 2011 @ 7:56 am

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