Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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That Lovely Weekend Composer(s): Moira Heath - Ted Heath Performer(s): Vera Lynn and multiple other artists
I havent said Thanks for that lovely weekend Those two days in heaven you helped me to spend The thrill of your kiss as you stepped off the train The smile in your eyes was like sun after rain
To mark the occasion we went out to dine Remember the laughter, the music, the wine That drive in the taxi when midnight had flown And breakfast next morning just we two alone
You had to go, the time was so short We both had so much to say Your kit to be packed, the train to be caught Sorry I cried but I just felt that way
And now you have gone dear this letter I pen My heart travels with you till we meet again Keep smiling, my darling, and someday well spend A lifetime as sweet, a lifetime as sweet as That lovely weekend
I havent said Thanks for that lovely weekend Those two days in heaven you helped me to spend And the thrill of your kiss as you stepped off the train The smile in your eyes was like sun after rain
And to mark the occasion we went out to dine Do you remember the laughter, how we laughed, and the music Harry Roys Band, and,and the wine, no champagne, just er just wine Then we waited a long time for a taxi, but we got one at last
And then breakfast the next morning, just we two alone And then I had to go, and time was so short And we both had so much to say, and you packed my kit And the train had to be caught, and what a train And then I cried
And now that youve gone dear, this letter I pen My heart travels with you until we meet again So keep smiling my darling and someday well spend A lifetime as sweet as that lovely weekend
My Window Faces The South Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Mitchell Parish; Abner Silver Performer(s): Willie Nelson
My window faces the south I'm almost halfway to heaven Snow is falling
but still I can't see fields of cotton calling to me My window faces the south
and though I am far from the Swanee I'm never frownin' or down in the mouth
my window faces the south
My window faces the south... My window faces the south
Mi verso es de un verde claro Y de un carmin encendido Mi verso es de un verde claro Y de un carmin encendido Mi verso es un ciervo herido Que busca en el monte amparo
Con los pobres de la tierra Quiero yo mi suerte echar Con los pobres de la tierra Quiero yo mi suerte echar El arroyo de la sierra Me complace más que el mar
Show me a girl peace and harmony in her heart When things go wrong there will be no falling apart One who understands, that things aren't always gonna go right and I'll show you a man who can show you the light
Show me a boy when the burden's on his shoulder As time goes on seems to only make him bolder Then I met you Something that I can't explain This feeling that I get is like I'm going insane
It's that look in your eyes, that say you love me And all the silly things that you do Those feelings that I get from the stars above me Tells me you're for me And I'm the one for you
Hey, I thank you baby I thank you baby I thank you
Show me a girl that can make me feel better With a kiss sealed inside a perfumed letter One who understands, when the tour is six months long And waiting with open arms, 'cos it's been too long
Show me a boy whose loving that I'm missing Who can be there when I need someone to listen One who keeps in mind that I should never be alone Because I'll be there even if it's by telephone
It's that look in your eyes, that say you love me And all the silly things that you do Those feelings that I get when ever you're near me Tells me you're for me And I'm the one for you
Yeah, I thank you baby I thank you baby Yeah, I thank you baby
My Wild Irish Rose Composer(s): Chauncey Olcott Performer(s): John McCormack
If you'll listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song Of a flower that's now drooped and dead Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates Tho' each holds aloft its proud head 'Twas given to me by a girl that I know Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star And I call her my wild Irish Rose My wild Irish Rose The sweetest flow'r that grows You may search ev'rywhere But none can compare With my wild Irish Rose My wild Irish Rose The dearest flow'r that grows And some day for my sake She may let me take The bloom from my wild Irish Rose
They may sing of their roses which, by other names Would smell just as sweetly, they say But I know that my Rose would never consent To have that sweet name taken away Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by The bower, where my true love grows And my one wish has been that some day I may win The heart of my wild Irish Rose My wild Irish Rose The sweetest flow'r that grows You may search ev'rywhere But none can compare With my wild Irish Rose My wild Irish Rose The dearest flow'r that grows And some day for my sake She may let me take The bloom from my wild Irish Rose
Guantanamera Composer(s): Hector Angulo; José Marti; J.M. Rivat; Pete Seeger Performer(s): Joe Dassin; Nana Mouskouri
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
C'était un homme en déroute C'était un frère, sans doute Il n'avait ni lien ni place Et sur les routes de l'exil Sur les sentiers, sur les places Il me parlait de sa ville
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
Là-bas, sa maison de misère Etait plus blanche que le coton Les rues de sable et de terre Sentaient le rhum et le melon Sous leurs jupons de dentelle Dieu que les femmes étaient belles
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
Il me reste toute la terre Mais je n'en demandais pas tant Quand j'ai passé la frontière Il n' y avait plus rien devant J'allais d'escale en escale Loin de ma terre natale
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
That Lonesome Road Composer(s): James Taylor - Don Grolnick Performer(s): James Taylor and multiple other artists
Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself Don't turn your head back over your shoulder And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon Is shining high above the trees
If I had stopped to listen once or twice If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart I'd not be on this road tonight
Carry on
Never mind feeling sorry for yourself It doesn't save you from your troubled mind
Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself Don't turn your head back over your shoulder And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon Is shining high above the trees
My Wife Is On A Diet Composer(s): Charles Tobias; George J. Bennett Performer(s): Leslie Sarony; Eddie Cantor; Hoosier Hot Shots
Whats the greatest problem now throughout the land Whats the only problem needs a helping hand It isnt Philip Snowden, or tax relief I find Its something more important now on everybodys mind Just walk into any home today Its ten to one youll hear each husband say
My wife is on a diet, and since shes on a diet Home isnt home any more No gravy and potatoes, just lettuce and tomatoes Where are the pies I adore Oh, oh, oh, oh, what a disgrace Im ashamed to look a grapefruit straight in the face My wife is on a diet, and since shes on a diet Im losing a pound every day
Monday, grapefruit, breakfast and for dinner And at night some orange juice Tuesday, grapefruit, boys I growing thinner All my clothes are getting loose Wednesday, Thursday, I feel satisfied Then I change to coffee, with grapefruit on the side Friday till Sunday is more than I can stand Before the eighteenth day Ill have a lily in my hand
My wife is on a diet, and since shes on a diet Home isnt home any more No gravy and potatoes, just lettuce and tomatoes Where are the pies I adore Crabs and shrimps I must leave alone Im the only lobster shell allow in my home My wife is on a diet, and since shes on a diet Shes gaining a pound every day
Oh, oh, oh, shes driving me wild One look at her onions and I cry like a child
Guantanamera Composer(s): Joseito Fernandez; José Marti; Pete Seeger; Julian Orbon Performer(s): Pete Seeger; Arlo Guthrie and various other artists
Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crecen las palmas Yo soy un hombre sincero De donde crecen las palmas Y antes de morirme quiero Echar mis versos del alma
Mi verso es de un verde claro Y de un carmin encendido Mi verso es de un verde claro Y de un carmin encendido Mi verso es un ciervo herido Que busca en el monte amparo
Chorus
I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul My verses are light green But they are also flaming red
I cultivate a rose in June and in January For the sincere friend who gives me his hand And for the cruel one who would tear out this heart with which I live I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles I cultivate a white rose
Cultivo la rosa blanca En junio como en enero Qultivo la rosa blanca En junio como en enero Para el amigo sincero Que me da su mano franca
Chorus
Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazon con que vivo Y para el cruel que me arranca El corazon con que vivo Cardo ni ortiga cultivo Cultivo la rosa blanca
Chorus
Con los pobres de la tierra Quiero yo mi suerte echar Con los pobres de la tierra Quiero yo mi suerte echar El arroyo de la sierra Me complace mas que el mar
That Little Difference Composer(s): Monroe Fields - Shirley Tackitt - Carmol Taylor Performer(s): Carmol Taylor
Well it's just a little difference in a woman and a man And the things that they can do They can fly a plane, or run a train And that much we know is true
They can drive a truck, enforce the law And they're good at all these things But there's still a little difference in a woman and a man And that will never change
Well a long time ago, my Daddy said, "Son Let me tell you about the birds and bees" He said "There's a difference in a woman and a man" As he sat there a-talkin' to me
"It makes some good and it makes some bad And it makes some cheat and lie" It was then I told him everything I knew And it really took him by surprise
Well, that little difference I'm a-talkin' about S'what makes the world go round That little difference I'm a-talkin' about Makes a bulldog choke a hound
It makes the roosters crow and the cats all fight And the bulls jump through the fence Well, it's just a little difference in a woman and a man I'm glad for that little difference
That little difference will make a little man Fight like an old grizzly bear And according to the story that same little difference Is what cut off Samson's hair
Well it all started with Adam and Eve And it's been great since that time If you want somethin' better than that little difference It's gonna be hard to find
Yeah, that little difference I'm a-talkin' about S'what makes the world go round That little difference I'm a-talkin' about Makes a bulldog choke a hound
It makes the roosters crow and the cats all fight And the bulls jump through the fence Well there's just a little difference in a woman and a man Thank God for that little difference
Well that little difference I'm a-talkin' about S'what makes the world go round That little difference I'm a-talkin' about Makes a bulldog choke a hound
It makes the roosters crow and the cats all fight And the bulls jump through the fence Well there's just a little difference...
My Wife Composer(s): John Entwistle Performer(s): The Who and various other artists
My life's in jeopardy Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be I ain't been home since Friday night And now my wife is coming after me Give me police protection
Gonna buy a gun so I can look after number one Give me a bodyguard A back belt Judo expert with a machine gun
Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane When she catches up with me Won't be no time to explain She thinks I've been with another woman And that's enough to send her half insane
Gonna buy a fast car Put on my lead boots And take a long, long drive I may end up spending all my money But I'll still be alive
All I did was have a bit too much to drink And I picked the wrong precinct Got picked up by the law And now I ain't got time to think
Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane When she catches up with me Won't be no time to explain She thinks I've been with another woman And that's enough to send her half insane
Gonna buy a fast car Put on my lead boots And take a long, long drive I may end up spending all my money But I'll still be alive
And I'm oh so tired of running Gonna lay down on the floor I gotta rest some time so I can get to run some more
Guaglione
Composer(s): Giuseppe Fanciulli - Nisa
First release by: Aurelio Fierro - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1956 - Bambino (French Version) (by Dalida)
1957 - The Man Who Plays The Mandolino (by Dean Martin)
1959 - En Dreng I Neapel (by Lis Jannie & Ib Renards Orkester)
2006 - Bella Bella Signorina (by Patrizio Buanne)
2010 - Bambino (Arabic Version) (by Faudel)
Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá
'mmiez'a 'sta via
nun mange cchiù nun duorme cchiù
che pecundría!
Gué piccerí che vène a dí
'sta gelusia?
Tu vuó suffrí
tu vuó murí
chi t''o ffá fá...
Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá
nun fá 'o scemo piccerí...
dille tutt''a veritá
ca mammá te pò capí...
E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone
ma tu si' guaglione...
Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene
si' ancora accussí giovane!
Tu si guaglione!...
Che t'hê miso 'ncapa?
va' a ghiucá 'o pallone...
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?...
Vatté, nun mme fá ridere!
Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá
nun fá 'o scemo piccerí...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
ca mammá te pò capí...!
Nun 'e ppittá, nun 'allisciá
chill'uocchie belle...
Nun 'a penzá, va' a pazziá
cu 'e guagliunciélle...
Nun t'avvelí
c'è tiempo oje ni
pe' te 'nguajá!
Chi desidere 'e vasá
scordatélla, piccerí
ca si 'o ddiceno a papá
chisá comme va a ferní...
E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone
Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá
'mmiez'a 'sta via...
Nun mange cchiù, nun duorme cchiù...
chi t''o ffá fá! ...
That Little Boy Of Mine Composer(s): Wayne King - Benny Maroff - Walter Hirsch Performer(s): Bonnie Owens; Eddy Arnold; The Browns
A tiny turned up nose two cheek's just like a rose So sweet from head to toe that little boy of mine Two eyes that shine so bright two lips that kiss goodnight Two arms that hold me tight that little boy of mine No one will ever know just what his coming has meant Because I love him so he's something heaven has sent He's all the world to me he climbs upon my knee To me he'll always be that little boy of mine No one will ever know...
My Whole World Ended (The Moment You Left Me) Composer(s): Johnny Bristol; Harvey Fuqua; Jimmy Roach; Pam Sawyer Originally performed by: David Ruffin Covered by various other artists
Hmmm
Last week my life had meaning It was beautiful and so sweet But now it's nothing, nothing without you, baby My whole world is incomplete
'Cause honey, I can't see you no more That was all that was said, baby But just might a well have Placed a gun to my head, baby, baby Oh, why did you do it
My whole world ended the moment you left me (Yeah, ye-yeah) Oh, yes it did honey My whole world ended the moment you left me It tumbled down to the ground, (yeah) baby Ooo
Did you ever mean those sweet things Oh, that you used to say, did you mean 'em, baby Of a house with a lovely, o-lovely garden And a little baby someday
Oh tell me, baby Where did I go wrong, honey Whatever changed your mind, baby I've asked myself these questions Over a million times, baby, baby, oh baby
My whole world ended the moment you left me Oh yes it did baby, baby My whole world ended the moment you left me It tumbled down to the ground Baby, baby, baby Ooo
Oh baby, now my body is num I feel, feel so senseless to the touch My life is so wasted, so wasted, without you I guess I loved you much too much Oh baby, how can I face tomorrow... when yesterday is all I see I just don't wanna face tomorrow, honey You're not sharing it with me Baby, baby, oh, tell me why
My whole world ended the moment you left me Oh yes it did baby, baby My whole world ended the moment you left me It tumbled down to the ground, baby
Tienes el alma de provenciana Hueles a limpio, a rosa temprano A verde jara, fresca del río Son mil palomas tu caserio Guadalajara, Guadaljara Sabes a pura tierra mojada
Ay! Colomitos lejanos Ay! Ojitos de agua hermanos Ay! Colomitos inolvidables Inolvidables como las tardes En que la lluvia desde la loma No nos dejaba ir a Zapopan
That Just About Does It Composer(s): Max Barnes - Vern Gosdin Performer(s): Vern Gosdin
Every night you go to bed crying There's nothing left to do when love is dying So before the whole world knows how we're hurting Don't you think it's time we pulled the curtains
So many times I talked you out of leaving And so many times you've tried to fight the feeling I guess we've tried and failed once too often Now the suitcase down the hallway does the talking
That just about does it, don't it That'll just about kill it, won't it Maybe we should call a truce We could but what's the use? That just about does it, don't it
It's sad to think that words could come between us And what I said, God knows, I didn't mean it It's time we realized this time it's over It's tearing us apart to stay together
And that just about does it, don't it, That'll just about kill it, won't it Maybe we should call a truce We could but what's the use? That just about does it, don't it
Maybe we should call a truce We could but what's the use? That just about does it, don't it
My White Knight Composer(s): Meredith Willson Performer(s): Barbara Cook and various other artists
Marian: Being in love used to be my fav'rite dream Oh, yes I've been in love more than anybody else has I guess My first love heroic'ly ran the streetcar I tingled at ev'ry clang clang Next I fell for the principal But, oh that teacher who sang "In the Gloamin'" Knee-deep in love--what a lovely dream! And yet, somehow Me deep in love's only half of what I'm longing for now I still love my being in love with someone But tell me, why couldn't there be Somebody being in love with me? All I want is a plain man All I want is a modest man A quiet man, a gentle man A straightforward and honest man To sit with me in a cottage somewhere in the state of Iowa... And I would like him to be more interested in me Than he's in himself and more interested in us than in me... And if occasionally he'd ponder What makes Shakespeare and Beethoven great. Him I could love 'til I die Him I could love 'til I die! Being in love--what a lovely dream! And yet, somehow Being in love's only half of what I'm longing for now And so then Tonight I'll be in there dreaming And hoping that someday there'll be Just once! Somebody being in love with me...
Grown Up Wrong Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards Performer(s): The Rolling Stones; The Nightcrawlers; Patron Saints; The Real Kids
Well you've grown up all wrong Well you've grown up all wrong You come on too strong Well you've grown up all wrong Well you were easy to fool, when you were in school, but You've grown up all wrong
Well you've grown up on me Well you've grown up on me Don't believe what I see Well you've grown up on me Well you look so sweet when you're in your jeans, but You've grown up on me
Well you've grown up too fast Well you've grown up too fast Don't forget about the past Girl, you've grown up too fast Well you won't be a fool, but I'm through with you Well you've grown up too fast Well you've grown up too fast
That Is The End Of The News Composer(s): Noel Coward Performer(s): Joyce Grenfell
We are told very loudly and often To lift up our hearts We are told that good humour will soften Fate's cruelest darts So however bad our domestic troubles may be We just shake with amusement and sing with glee
Heigho, Mum's had those pains again Granny's in bed with her varicose veins again Everyone's gay because dear cousin Florrie Was run down on Saturday night by a lorry We're so thrilled, Elsie's in trouble That hernia she had has turned out to be double When Albert fell down all The steps of the Town Hall He got three bad cuts and a bruise
We're delighted To be able to say We're unable to pay Off our debts We're excited Because Percy's got mange And we've run up a bill at the vet's
Three cheers! Ernie's got boils again Everything's covered in ointment and oils again Now he's had seven So God's in His heaven And that is the end of the news
We are told that it's dismal and dreary To air our despairs We are told to be gallant and cheery And banish our cares So when fortune gives us a cup of hemlock to quaff We just give a slight hiccup and laugh laugh laugh
Heigho, everything's fearful We do wish that Vi was a little more cheerful The only result of her last operation Has been gales of wind at the least provocation Now don't laugh, poor Mrs Mason Was washing some smalls in the lavatory basin When that old corroded Gas-heater exploded And blew her smack into the news
We're in clover Uncle George is in clink For refusing to work for the war Now it's over Auntie Maud seems to think He'll be far better placed than before
What fun -- dear little Sidney Produced a spectacular stone in his kidney He's had eleven So God's in His heaven And that is the end of the news
Heigho, what a catastrophe Grandfather's brain is beginning to atrophy Last Sunday night after eating an apple He made a rude noise in the Methodist chapel
Good egg! Dear little Doris Has just been expelled for assaulting Miss Morris Both of her sisters Are covered in blisters From standing about in the queues
We've been done in By that mortgage foreclosure And Father went out on a blind He got run in For indecent exposure And ever so heavily fined Heigho hi-diddle-diddle
Aunt Isabel's shingles have met in the middle She's buried in Devon So God's in His heaven And that is the end of the news
My Wheels Won't Turn Composer(s): Randy Bachman Performer(s): Bachman-Turner Overdrive
I met a man who bought up land Wherever his feet would tread He asked me to El Paso Said I could stay on his spread He has horses and cows and tractors and plows And all kinds of money to burn But how can I get to Texas When my wheels won't turn
There was a lady from Spain Who had a fine frame Then she moved to Hollywood She said come and stay for a week and a day I said I did not think I could She said the sunshine's fine I could spend some time There are lessons I could learn But how can I get to L.A. When my wheels won't turn How can I get to L.A. When my wheels won't turn
I'm standin' still 'Cause my wheels won't turn I'm not in love And my fuel won't burn for you
At a college of knowledge I tried to learn All the tricks to beat the system I'd hide nooks and memorize my books 'Till I knew I'd never never miss them Eventually I got my degree But the real thing I did learn You just can't hit your home run If your wheels won't turn
There was a man in white Who did things rght Now he watches from above He said here's the way that I want you to pray And the way to live and love So I saw the light and did things right But the candle would not burn Tell me, how can I get to heaven If my wheels won't turn How can I get to heaven If my wheels won't turn
