I would like to invite you to listen to Jim Reeves as he sings some favorite Afrikaans love songs. He was very popular in Southern Africa, and most of his million selling records were sold there. About 17 million.
EK HET OOK NOG ‘N WEBSITE WAAR DAAR BAIE AFRIKAANS LIEDE IS: favourite-love-songs.com (“favourite” with the English spelling)
1. Daar doer in die bosveld
This is about living in the bushveld, where there is peace and rest.
This is about a guy longing to go back to the farm where he was born. I have noticed on the internet, that a lot of farmers are being killed in South Africa. Someone told me, that since Mandela took over, over 50,000 white people have been killed in South Africa.
I only heard this song as I was doing this web page, but it feels real good. I hope Mr. Reeves made it through the pearly gates. The person who loaded this one did a real good job with the art. Such lovely pictures.
Recently there has been a tremendous drought across the USA, and it makes me wonder about the laws of God. In the scriptures, God says that every seventh year, the ground it suppoed to be left alone to rest, but I don’t think anybody obeys the laws of God. I think Jim does this song so nice.
One man told me that my singing was not worth listening to, and it hurt me real bad. Maybe God likes my singing, I don’t know. Thinking about it, I did sell a few thousand records, so maybe some people did like my singing.
I met a preacher once, who claimed that Jim was anti church because of the song “My Cathedral.” Later on, thinking about it, Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane. Did that make Jesus anti church? Some people have weird ideas.
This one of my favorite love songs about a dog. When I get near the end of this song, I get chills all over my body. Our friend Tony takes care of stray cats, and here is his link: http://www.feralcatsofwelland.com/past_events.html
When Jim Reeves died, the radio station played a program of songs in his honour, and this was one of the numbers. It is so sad. This is reality though. Where I lived, the station master made a mistake, and sent out a train, when there was another coming in on that track, and they met head on.
Hank Locklin tells an interesting story about how Jim was driving home in a storm, and he saw a man holding up his hand as a stop sign. He stopped, but he saw no man, but then he saw the bridge was down. I believe that must have been an angel warning him and sparing his life on that occasion.