by Anniel 8/14/16
On August 9th, Bear and I began wondering how Glenn Yarbrough was doing. His daughter had not sent out much information lately. Bear decided the end was near and we played a few of our favorite Limeliters numbers.
Early this morning, August 12, 2016, I woke when Bear put the Limeliters’ recording of “On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe” on [Here’s the Tommy Dorsey version…couldn’t find one by the Limeliters – Editor], and knew he was gone. Then we traveled America with him for awhile. There was “Joy Across the Land” at our home then. We walked this land “From California to the New York Island” and whistled with the “Whistlin Gypsy.”
His daughter Holly’s account of his death, which occurred on August 11th, was so beautiful. He lived with her in Nashville and had been bedridden for a few years while his family cared for him. She told how for two days his loved ones took turns to lay by his side, holding him tight while he prepared for his last earthly journey. They finally played his recording of “Baby the Rain Must Fall” and he opened his eyes one last time, took a few more breaths, and was gone.
When I go to my designer heaven I hope Glenn’s one-of-a-kind voice is there singing to his “The Honey Wind Blows”:
“The Honey wind blows
And the warm days dwindle,
The butterfly spins a silk cocoon
On a silvery spindle.
The petals fall from
The last red rose . . .
The Honey wind blows
And the world grows colder,
And you and I are just a little bit older. . .”
I hope they also have banjos among those harps in the Mansions of God.
Rest with God, Glenn Yarbrough (1930-2016). • (917 views)