Moonlapse Vertigo and Face of Melinda by Opeth (played in that order) can bring a tear to my eye.
Paul Mauriat performed the former tune; Paper Lace, the latter.
Another vote for “And the Band Played Waltzing Mathilda”, Pogues version.
“The Painters” from Jewel’s first album used to make me tear up too.
“You Gotta Be” by Des’ree and “Prayer for the Dying” by Seal – but only when I’m in a maudlin mood, remembering an evening when both songs were played in the company of several people who are no longer here.
“Lover, You Should’ve Come Over” and “Hallelujah” by Jeff Buckley. Why he’s dead when so many people are alive boggles my mind.
“Sentimental Journey” by Rosemary Clooney, but only live versions recorded later in her life.
Clair de Lune, played by anyone
You may snicker to your hearts content.
In no particular order:
Vincent – Don McClean
Auld Lang Sine - Dan Fogleberg
For No One - The Beatles
Another vote for Gilbert O’Sullivan, Alone Again (Naturally)
America - Paul Simon
Another Vote for “Try to Remember”
Blue and Gray – Folksong
In no particular order:
Vincent – Don McClean
Auld Lang Sine - Dan Fogleberg
For No One - The Beatles
Another vote for Gilbert O’Sullivan, Alone Again (Naturally)
America - Paul Simon
Another Vote for “Try to Remember”
Blue and Gray – Folksong
Stella Blue, When I Paint My Masterpiece, Brokedown Palace, We Bid You Goodnight, Morning Dew, and Peggy-O.
I have no idea why that double-posted, I only sent it once.
Vincent–Don McLean
Twinkle–Tori Amos
Nessun Dorma–Andrea Bocelli
Angel–Sarah MacLachlan
Gymnopedies–Erik Satie
This Woman’s Work–Kate Bush
Lose Again–Karla Bonoff
Sand and Water–Beth Nielsen Chapman
La Wally–Wilma Fernandez
Hand over Head–Heidi Berry
Calling all Angels–Jane Siberry
Lover Man–Billie Holliday
My Funny Valentine–Chet Baker
Ne Me Quitte Pas–Nina Simone
Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner. That’s the absolute only one and I guess I should be grateful for an 80s revival, huh? 
I don’t know how I forgot this:
Winter - Tori Amos
La Columbe: The dove has torn her wings so no more songs of love/We are not here to sing/We’re here to kill the dove. The song is by Jaques Brel and the recording I have is by Judy Collins and while I’m at it:
My Father – Judy Collins
“Teddy Bear” by Red Sovine. It’s a cheap tearjerker that just works for me somehow.
“Cat Carol” by Merin Caddel. It’s a cheap tearjerker by somebody who knew they were doing one and did it well. Cats and mice making friends, Santa Claus, death, and a bunch of other stuff that should make me punch the radio because it’s so stupid. Instead, it makes me pull over to the side of the road because I can’t see through the tears. I’m not happy about it, but it happens.
“The Mary Ellen Carter” by Stan Rogers. Just listen to it, and you won’t need any explanation. Between that, “Field Behind the Plow”, “Northwest Passage”, and “Barrett’s Privateers” the man described my country perfectly.
“The Green Fields of France”, as performed by The Men They Couldn’t Hang. I think that one was written by an Aussie or a Kiwi, and it has resonance across a greater part of the world than “And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda” does. I get that one, but it doesn’t make me cry.
I once heard “In Flanders Fields” sung by a children’s chorus. That one would be the only answer if I had heard it first.
Sorry, I feel so strongly about this song I had to post the lyrics:
La Colombe
Why all these bugles crying for squads of young men drilled
To kill and to be killed and waiting by this train
Why the orders loud and hoarse, why the engine’s groaning cough
As it strains to drag us off into the holocaust
Why crowds who sing and cry and shout and fling us flowers
And trade their right for ours to murder and to die
The dove has torn her wings so no more songs of love
We are not here to sing, we’re here to kill the dove
Why has this moment come when childhood has to die
When hope shrinks to a sigh and speech into a drum
Why are they pale and still, young boys trained overnight
Conscripts forced to fight and dressed in grey to kill
These rain clouds massing tight, this trainload battle bound
This moving burial ground sent thundering toward the night
The dove has torn her wings so no more songs of love
We are not here to sing, we’re here to kill the dove
Why statues towering brave above the last defeat
Old word and lies repeat across the new made grave
Why the same still birth that victory always brought
These hoards of glory bought by men with mouths of earth
Dead ash without a spark where cities glittered bright
For guns probe every light and crush it in the dark
The dove has torn her wings so no more songs of love
We are not here to sing, we’re here to kill the dove
And why your face undone with jagged lines of tears
That gave in those first years all peace I ever won
Your body in the gloom, the platform fading back
Your shadow on the track, a flower on a tomb
And why these days ahead when I must let you cry
And live prepared to die as if our love were dead
The dove has torn her wings so no more songs of love
We are not here to sing, we’re here to kill the dove
by Alasdair Clayre
recorded by Judy Collins
Sting:
Why Should I Cry for You
Russians – brings back an era…how can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer’s deadly toy?
but most of all: They Dance Alone (Cueca Solo) – reminds me of getting a tour of Buenos Aires from Universidad de Buenos Aires students including Plaza de Mayo when I spent some time in Argentina
Also, Peter Gabriel:
Mercy Street
Don’t Give Up (with Kate Bush)
Gollum’s Song - Emiliana Torrini
(Where once was light, now darkness falls.
Where once was love, love is no more.
Don’t say goodbye.
Don’t say I didn’t try.)
Arrival - ABBA (I know, you’re thinking: ABBA? But if anyone else knows this song, does it make you sad? Or is it just my personal associations?)
Sorry. Thought of more…
Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World–Israel “IZ” Kamakawiwo’ole
This Street, That Man, This Life–Cowboy Junkies
The Man that Got Away–Audra MacDonald
Skeletons–Rickie Lee Jones
Tom Waits: Train Song
Lyle Lovett: She’s Already Made Up Her Mind
This Mortal Coil: Song To The Siren
Crosby Stills Nash and Young: Suite Judy Blue Eyes
I’m So Lonesom I Could Cry. The whole song is said but this line Like me he’s lost the will to live, I’m so lonesome I could cry gets me everytime.
That medley just makes ME want to grin like a loon. I LOVE it…but not for wristslashing reasons.
(Ey-yuh-uh ah, ooh Oooh, ooh, ooh etc)
