I don't tend to get goosebumps from the usual things. When I'm forced to accompany my son on a rollercoaster or spinning ride I just feel ill. (And by the way, when did that happen? I don't remember agreeing to get old and lose my cast iron stomach.) Scary movies leave me with a palpable ball of fear in the pit of my stomach, and I'll generally try anything to get out of watching them.
Songs can give me goosebumps though. Certain songs, usually those based on true stories, with lyrics so haunting you know they will stay with you forever, those give me goosebumps. Those are the things that send chills up and down my spine. Listening to songs like Tommy Sands' "There Were Roses", or to John McCutcheon's "Christmas In The Trenches", or Judy Small's "Mothers, Daughters, Wives". Or to songs like Peter Jones' "Kilkelly" or David Roth's "9 Gold Medals". Songs like these make my hair stand on end, staying with me long after the last note has faded.
Take a minute to read through the lyrics, and see if they don't give you chills, too.
You can find many more goosebumps at this week's Sunday Scribblings.