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It started back in the 60’s As far as I recall Audiences ever since Have gathered to his call Whether singing of the Sylki Or a tin pan alley tune Mesmerising at the Mintrel, Banjoing beneath the moon From Branford down to Bethlehem His concertina calls Eisteddfods into churches Piano fills the halls Haunting, complex excitement Bach to Berryman Laugh and cry, admire And swift become a fan Original, traditional Sometimes a bit of both The really old songs he just wrote Are the ones I love the most You know him when you see him Love him when you hear Big voice – Big Red – Big hat His light is shining clear Finger-style fantastic We just can’t get enough Give a mighty Otley welcome Here’s our Mike Agranoff |
