Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Marylou Composer(s): Danyel Gérard; A. Pascal Performer(s): Danyel Gérard
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Y a tant d'amour sur le rose de tes joues Qu'au bout du cur on en garde des épines Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Ton teint d'ivoire, tes cheveux d'acajou Tu mets ton cur derrière une vitrine Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Dans tes saisons vers les fruits les plus doux Y a des pépins comme dans les mandarines Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline... Marylou
Tes sourires dents de lait Je n'suis pas une poupée Tes amours dents de loup Un amour de papier Ne sont pas éternels J'ai un cur, je t'aime Maryline, Marylou
Avec tes yeux de braise Je n'suis pas un jouet Et ton cur de velours Mais je pourrais t'aimer Tu t'enflammeras un jour Je n'serai jamais... ... un amour de passage, un vagabond' amour
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Tu sais jouer tes appâts, tes atouts Tu prends des poses comme dans les magazines Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline... Marylou
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Ton teint d'ivoire, tes cheveux d'acajou Tu mets ton cur derrière une vitrine Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline
Ouh, Maryline, Marylène, Marylou Dans tes saisons vers les fruits les plus doux Y a des pépins comme dans les mandarines Ouh, Marylou, Marylène, Maryline... Marylou
Okie From Muskogee Composer(s): Roy Edward Burris; Merle Haggard Performer(s): Merle Haggard; and various other artists
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee We don't take no trips on LSD We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street We like livin' right, and bein' free
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
We don't make a party out of lovin' We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy Like the hippies out in San Francisco do
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen Football's still the roughest thing on campus And the kids here still respect the college dean
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory, down at the courthouse In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA
Okay! Composer(s): Alan Blaikley; Ken Howard Performer(s): Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich
All the world has got its worries every night has got its dream But ist Okay! With your arms around me, Okay! Now your love has found me, Okay! When I feel I'm close to you and you, tell me that its Okay! And I'll never ever leave you fonder you say you were meant for me, we'll be together some day and our whole wide world will seem oka.......y
Time for lovers has no meaning I want all the world to know that I'm Okay! With your arms around me, Okay! Now your love has found me Okay! When I feel I'm close to y...ou Oh,oh!
Why can't good things last for always? Why must parting end our dreams? It was Okay! Till he came between us, Okay! Everything that's been, was Okay! There is nothing left for me to do, but to tell you Okay! Go and live your life and let him treat you his way but I'll spend my days and hoping maybe one day you'll come running back, and show me that its oka.......y! Okay!
Mary, Mary Composer(s): Michael Nesmith Originally performed by: The Monkees
Mary, Mary, where you goin' to? Mary, Mary, can I go too This one thing I will vow ya I'd rather die than to live without ya Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, Mary, tell me truly What did I do to make you leave me Whatever it was I didn't mean to You know I never would try and hurt ya Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
What more, Mary, can I do To prove my love is truly yours? I've done more now than a clear-thinkin' man would do
Mary, Mary, it's not over Where you go, I will follow 'Til I win your love again And walk beside you But until then Mary, Mary, where you goin' to?
Mary, Mary, where you goin' to? Mary, where you goin' to? Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin' to? (Repeat adlib)
Ojos Verdes Composer(s): Valverde; León Quintero; Quiroga Performer(s): Raphael (Spain); and various other artists
Apoya en el quicio de tu casa, un dia Mirabas encenderse la noche de mayo Pasaban los hombres y tu sonreias Hasta que a tu puerta pare mi caballo
"Serrana, me das candela Y te doy este clavel" "Ven y tomala de mis labios Que yo fuego te dare" Baje del caballo, de cerca te vi Y fueron tus ojos dos verdes luceros de mayo pa' mi
Ojos verdes, verdes Como la albahaca Verdes como el trigo verde Al verde, verde limon Ojos verdes, verdes Con brillo de faca Que se han clavaito en mi corazon Pa' mi ya no hay soles, luceros ni lunas No hay mas que unos ojos que mi vida son Ojos verdes, verdes Como la albahaca Verdes como el trigo verde Al verde, verde limon
Vimos desde el cuarto despuntar el dia Y anunciar el alba la torre en la vela Dejaste mis brazos cuando amanecia Y en mi boca un gusto de menta y canela
"Serrana, para un vestido Yo te quiero regalar" Me dijiste: "estas cumplio No me tienes que dar na" Subi a mi caballo y un beso te di Y nunca otra noche mas bella de mayo He vuelto a vivir
Mary From The Wild Moore Composer(s): Joseph W. Turner Performer(s): Bob Dylan
It was on a cold and windy nite When the wind blow across the wild moor When Mary came wandering home with her child Till she came to her own fathers door Father dear father she cried Come down and open the door For the child in my arms will perish and die From the winds that blow across the wild moor
Why did I leave this fair spot Where once I was happy and free I am now forced to roam without friends or a home And no one to take pity on me
But her father was deaf to her cries Not a sound of her voice did he hear So the watchdog did howl, and the village bells tolled And the wind blew..
Oh how the old man must've felt When he came to the next morn And he found Mary dead but the child still alive Closely grasped in his dead mothers arms
As rage he tore his grey hair And his tears down his cheeks they did pour When he saw how that nite she had perished and died From the wind that blew across the wild moor
In grief the old man pined away And the child to its mother went soon And no one they say how lived still And the cottage to ruin has gone
But the villagers point out the spot Where the willow pours over the door.. Saying there Mary did once a gay village find From the wind that blew across the wild moor
Mary Lou Composer(s): Abe Lyman; J. Russel Robinson; George Waggner Performer(s): Bing Crosby and various other artists
Mary Lou, Mary Lou Cross my heart, I love you Every bell in the steeple is ready to ring And all the people are planning pretty presents all for you Mary Lou Won't you give me your promise true? Why for miles around they're waiting To start their celebrating When you say "I do" Mary Lou
Ojos De Juventud Composer(s): Arturo Tolentino Performer(s): Javier Solis; and various other artists
Ojos de juventud puso en tu cara Dios
volviendo a crear la luz eran para mi amor como un rayo de sol de eterna plenitud Ojos de juventud la vida a mí me dio para llorar para llorar tu amor que luego me engañó con su traición vulgar
Ojos de juventud puso en tu cara Dios volviendo a crear la luz eran para mi amor como un rayo de sol de eterna plenitud Ojos de juventud la vida a mí me dio para llorar para llorar tu amor que luego me engañó con su traición vulgar
Voy por la vida sin tu amor como nave sin final pues me rompiste el corazón Con tus manitas de marfil como si fueran de cristal
Y cómo nunca he de olvidar tu suprema ingratitud ni tu traición digo a mis ojos con afán ojos de juventud llorad
Ojos de juventud puso en tu cara Dios volviendo a crear la luz eran para mi amor como un rayo de sol de eterna plenitud Ojos de juventud la vida a mí me dio para llorar para llorar tu amor que luego me engañó con su traición vulgar
Mary In The Morning Composer(s): Johnny Cymbal; Michael Rashkow Performer(s): Al Martino and various other artists
Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary In The Morning When through a sleepy haze I see her lying there Soft as the rain that falls on summer flowers Warm as the sunlight shining on her golden hair Ummm-um
When I awake and see her there so close beside me I want to take her in my arms The ache is there, so deep inside me
And nothing's quite as pretty as Mary In The Morning Chasing a rainbow in her dreams so far away And when she turns to touch it, I kiss her face so softly And then my Mary wakes to love another day Ummm-um
And Mary's there, in summer days or stormy weather She doesn't care, who's right or wrong The love we share we share together Ooo-oo
Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the evening Kissed by the shades of night and starlight in her hair And as we walk, I hold her close beside me All our tomorrows for a lifetime we will share Ummm-um
Ojitos Verdes Composer(s): Victor Jara Performer(s): Victor Jara
La vida niña de los ojos negros la vida de los ojos colorados la vida de los ojos colorados la vida tus mayores son mis suegros la vida tus hermanos mis cuñados la vida niña de los ojos negros ojos negros y pardos son los bonitos son los bonitos pero los de mi gusto los verdecitos los verdecitos
Los verdecitos si, cierto y me muero por una que se llama ya ni me acuerdo, ya ni me acuerdo por una que se llama ya ni me acuerdo, ya ni me acuerdo cierto y asi se muere el que te quere el que te quiere
La vida niña de los ojos negros la vida de los ojos colorados la vida de los ojos colorados la vida tus mayores son mis suegros la vida tus hermanos mis cuñados la vida niña de los ojos negros ojos negros y pardos son los bonitos son los bonitos pero los de mi gusto los verdecitos pero los de mi gusto los verdecitos los verdecitos si, cierto y me muero por una que se llama ya ni me acuerdo, ya ni me acuerdo por una que se llama ya ni me acuerdo, ya ni me acuerdo cierto y asi se muere el que te quere el que te quiere
Mary Hamilton (Traditional) Performer(s): Joan Baez and various other artists
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe To the highest Stuart of all Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton Arise and tell to me What thou hast done with thy wee babe I saw and heard weep by thee I put him in a tiny boat And cast him out to sea That he might sink or he might swim But he'd never come back to me Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton Arise and come with me There is a wedding in Glasgow town This night we'll go and see She put not on her robes of black Nor her robes of brown But she put on her robes of white To ride into Glasgow town And as she rode into Glasgow town The city for to see The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife Cried Alack and alas for thee You need not weep for me she cried You need not week for me For had I not slain my own wee babe This death I would not dee Oh little did my mother think When first she cradled me The lands I was to travel in And the death I was to dee Last night I washed the Queen's feet And put the gold in her hair And the only reward I find for this The gallows to be my share Cast off cast off my gown she cried But let my petticoat be And tie a napkin round my face The gallows I would not see Then by them come the king himself Looked up with a pitiful eye Come down come down Mary Hamillton Tonight you will dine with me Oh hold your tongue my sovereign liege And let your folly be For if you'd a mind to save my life You'd never have shamed me here Last night there were four marys tonight there'll be but three It was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton And Mary Carmichael and me
Mary Had A Little Lamb Composer(s): Buddy Guy Originally performed by: Buddy Guy
Mary had a little lamb Fleece was white as snow, yeah And everywhere that she went The lamb was sure to go
He followed her to school one day And broke the teacher's rule, yeah What a time they have That day at school Tisket, tasket, tasket, tasket now Mine green and yellow basket I wrote a letter to my baby, yeah And on my way I past it
No no no no no no no No no no no yeah No no no no no no No no no no no
Mary From The Dairy Composer(s): Jerome Kern; Miller; Walsh Performer(s): Max Miller
I fell in love with Mary from the dairy But Mary wouldn't fall in love with me Down by an old mill stream We both sat down to dream Little did she know that I was thinking up a scheme
She said, 'Let's pick some buttercups and daisies' But those buttercups were full of margarine She slipped and we both Down by a wishing well In the same place where I fell for Nellie Dean
I fell in love with Mary from the Dairy But Mary wouldn't fall in love with me Down by an old mill stream We both sat down to dream That was when I offered her my strawberries and cream
We walked and talked together in the moonlight She asked me what I knew of farmery I said, 'Mary, I'm no fool You can't milk Barney's Bull' That's when Mary from the dairy fell for me
Little did she know that I was thinking up a scheme The wife she says that she is going to leave me The moment that she does then I am free There's a little girl I know I'll take her and I'll show Where Mary from the Dairy fell for me
Ojitos Gitanos Composer(s): Roberto Zafra Performer(s): Javier Solis
Como una reina gitana como un terrible malfario así llegaste a mi vida con esos ojos tan lindos con esos ojos tan lindos que van a ser mi calvario
¡Ay! la, ra, la, la, la, ra, ra, se va cantando la luna ¡ay! la, ra, la, la, ra, ra, ra, como tu cara ninguna Tus ojitos gitanillos que relumbran cual luceros si me miran vida mía te lo juro que me muero
Como si fuera un desierto caminaba por la vida pero una noche de luna se encendieron dos luceros y eran tus ojos mi vida como caídos del cielo
¡Ay! la, ra, la, la, la, ra, ra, se va cantando la luna ¡ay! la, ra, la, la, ra, ra, ra, como tu cara ninguna Tus ojitos gitanillos que relumbran cual luceros si me miran vida mía te lo juro que me muero
¡Ay! la, ra, la, la, la, ra, ra, ¡qué contenta va la luna!
Mary Dear (aka "I'll Be There, Mary Dear" or "Goodbye, Mary Dear") Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling; Harry Von Tilzer Performer(s): Gene Autry and various other artists
"Goodbye, Mary I must go" Said a lad, "Now don't grieve so For it's duty calls me far across the sea" "Take this autumn leaf of gold" Said the maid, "'Twill ne'er grow old Always wear it next to your heart and think of me"
"Meet me yonder down the lane When I come back home again 'Neath the tree where this golden leaf once grew Kiss me, Mary, then we'll part" Said the lad with a broken heart "When the leaves begin to fall, I'll be with you"
"I'll be there, Mary dear, I'll be there When the fragrance of the roses fills the air 'Neath that old tree grand and tall When the leaves begin to fall I'll be there, yes, I'll be there, sweet Mary dear"
See the lad with empty sleeve Of his comrades taking leave They were home again, the transport had come back "If she loved you long ago, She won't love you less, I know But one arm will do to hold her to you, Jack"
It was autumn time again As he wandered down the lane There beneath that old oak tree he found a grave So he knelt in silent prayer For the one he loved slept there As the tears fell on the golden leaf she gave
"I'll be there, Mary dear, I'll be there When the fragrance of the roses fills the air 'Neath that old tree grand and tall When the leaves begin to fall I'll be there, yes, I'll be there, sweet Mary dear"
Ojitos De Ombligo Composer(s): Fernando Ubiergo Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Pequeño habitante en la barriga grande de mamá que llegas Octubre rompiendo las costumbres nacerás la primavera por dentro llegó Afuera los que esperan somos dos el árbol quiere una flor
Asómate al ombligo pequeño duendecito, para ver que viene por el cielo un cometa viajero, para ser testigo del primer diente en Abril esquivo profesor de volantín le pongo un hilo, y es para ti
Usted allá adentro y más afuera esta espera para dos salga contento y mame teta comprometa su pequeño corazón
Pequeño habitante en la barriga grande de mamá que vienes a la tierra acá donde América se va.. asoma tus ojitos para el mar Valparaíso espera más allá en un saltito vienes y vas
Asómate al ombligo provócale un suspiro a mi canción que canten los zorzales debajo de los Andes nació el sol la primavera por dentro llegó afuera los que esperan somos dos el árbol pintó una flor
Usted allá adentro y más afuera esta espera para dos salga contento y mame teta comprometa su pequeño corazón
