The Star Still Shines
Performer(s): Sonny James



If dark clouds cover your Christmas sky
If the world around you should seem unkind
Don't for a single moment let your strong faith die
Always believe the Star still shines

And if you would weaken and turn aside
From the path that seems much too high to climb
Recall a tiny baby with more love than pride
Always believe the Star still shines

The Star still shines, which will lead us home
The angels sing, you're never, never alone

And when children hunger out in the cold
With their tiny hands seeking love to find
And when fools only worship altars of gold
Always believe the Star still shines
Always believe the Star still shines

Come Again
Composer(s): David Gates
Originally performed by: Bread



Hear - the knock at the door and you know who is there
you tell yourself you don't care
Try - you try to pretend you'll just send him away
you know it won't end that way
Your heart doesn't stand a chance, your eyes let him know
And your pride doesn't means a thing - you lost it for him years ago

Hear - the voice at the door and it makes you afraid
afraid but you don't know how
Try - you try to remind him the promise he made
he doesn't remember now
The tears welling up inside, are drowning your dreams
And your chance for another chance, keep leaving with him so it seems

Time - the friend that would bring him around
Is turning on you and it's bringing you down

Love - you tell him you love him and want him to change
he says that he'll really try
Hear - how often you hear as he's closing the door
And softly you say goodbye...
Come again
Come again

Rifugiati Nel Pianto
French Title: Rentre Chez Toi Et Pleure
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Se ho ferito in te il tuo vivere per me
Vieni qui, rifugiati nel pianto
Stai vicino a me e perdonami anche se
Non dovrei più domandarlo a te
Non temere mai se l'istinto seguirai
Vieni qui, rifugiato nel pianto
Scora se lo puoi quel che è stato tra di noi
E con me felice tornerai
Viueni, vieni, e riporta in me
Il sospiro della vita
Vieni, vieni non dire più
Che fra noi è finita
Non mi dare mai un addio
Che tu mnon vuoi
Vieni qui, rifugiati nel pianto
E ricorda che se tu andassi via da me
Sarei io a piangere per te

Star Of The County Down
((Adapted from: Gilderoy (Traditional))
Traditional (Ireland)
Performer(s): Van Morrison & The Chieftains - 1988
and multiple other artists



Near Banbridge town in the County Down
One morning last July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen 
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down! 

She'd a soft brown eye and a look so sly
And a smile like the rose in June
And you hung on each note from her lily-white throat
As she lilted an Irish tune
At the pattern dance you were held in a trance
As she tripped thru a reel or a jig
And when her eyes she'd roll, she'd coax, on my soul
A spud from a hungry pig!

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down! 

I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving career began
But, fair and square, I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rosie McAnn!
With a heart to let, and no tenant yet
Did I meet in shawl or gown
But in she went, and I asked no rent
From the Star of the County Down!

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down! 

As she onward sped sure I scratched my head 
And I looked with a feeling rare
And I says, says I, to a passer by
"Who's the maid with the nut brown hair?"
He smiled at me and he said, said he
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Ban
She's the star of the County Down"

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down! 

At the harvest fair she'll be surely there
So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
For a smile from my nut brown Rose
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Till my plough is a rust coloured brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down

From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
And from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down!

Come A Little Bit Closer 
French Title: C’est Toi Que Je Préfère
Composer(s): Tommy Boyce; Bobby Hart; Wes Farrell
Originally performed by: Jay & The Americans
Covered by various other artists



In a little café just the other side of the border
She was just sitting there giving me looks that made my mouth water
So I started walking her way
She belonged to bad man, José
And I knew, yes I knew I should leave
When I heard her say, yeah 

Come a little bit closer 
You're my kind of man 
So big and so strong 
Come a little bit closer 
I'm all-alone 
And the night is so long

So we started to dance 
In my arms, she felt so inviting
That I just couldn't resist
Just one little kiss so exciting
Then I heard the guitar player say
"Vamoose, Jose's on his way"
Then I knew, yes I knew I should run
But then I heard her say, yeah 

Come a little bit closer 
You're my kind of man 
So big and so strong 
Come a little bit closer I'm all alone 
And the night is so long

Then the music stopped
When I looked the café was empty
Then I heard José say
"Man you know you're in trouble plenty"
So I dropped my drink from my hand
And through the window I ran
And as I rode away
I could hear her say to José, yeah 

Come a little bit closer 
You're my kind of man 
So big and so strong 
Come a little bit closer 
I'm all alone 
And the night is so long

La la-la-la la-la
La la-la-la la-la
Ho ho la-la
La la la-la

Rien Rien J'disais Ça Comme Ça
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Incurable! 
Vous êtes au courant?
Oh, son histoire de photos
Il est fou
Je trouve ça complètement idiot
Elle est quand même pas mal, non?
Pas mal...
Vous êtes amoureuse de lui?
Mais qu'est-ce qui vous prend? 
Mais ça va pas, non?
Rien rien je disais ça comme ça 
Faut pas vous fâcher
Simplement travailler avec un type toute la journée
ça peut donner des idées, c'est normal
Moi je suis anormale, si c'est ça que vous voulez dire
Pas commode hein? 
Je vous trouve marrante 
Vous êtes sûrement une affaire, mais vous n'devez pas le savoir
Quelle prétention!
Oh vous n'm'avez pas compris 
Je n'cherchais pas à me placer
Vous avez c'qu'il vous faut?
Exact!
Elle est jolie?
Elles sont très jolies
Ah la la, quel salaud!
Allez, salut poupée!

Star Of Donegal
(Traditional)
Performer(s): The New Barleycorn



One evening fair to take the air alone I chanced to stray
Down by a limpid silv'ry stream that flows beside the way
I heard two lovers talking by an ancient ruined hall
And the fair one's name was Mary Jane, the Star of Donegal

My lovely maid, the youth he said, I'm going across the foam
Unto the land of stars and stripes where peace and plenty flows
I want your faithful promise that you'll wed with none at all
Until I do return to you and the lands of Donegal

She blushed and sighed and then replied, it grieves my heart full sore
To think you are compelled to go and leave the Shamrock shore
Here is my faithful promise that I'll wed with none at all
But stay at home and do not roam from the lands of Donegal 

My sweet fair maid, the youth then said, at home I cannot stay
To California's gold fields I'm bound to cross the sea
To accumulate a fortune great, to build a splendid hall
To decorate and cultivate the lands of Donegal

She raised her lily-white hands and said Yon castle in its day
With all its plains and large demesnes from Lifford to the sea
Belonged to our ancestors with many a splendid hall
And if my father had his rights, I'd be heir of Donegal

My darling maid, the youth then said, the day is drawing near
When Irishmen will return again from all their long career
Our holy land by God's command the fairest land of all
And Heaven will see old Ireland free, Bright Star of Donegal

She blushed and sighed and then replied, Heaven grant that we may see
St. Patrick's isle of Saints to shine great glorious and free
If that be so there's none will go to New York or Montreal
But will stay at home and will not roam from the lands of Donegal

He clasped her in his arms and said, My darling well you know
I love you very dearly and loth I am to go
Let us get wed without fear or dread, that puts an end to all
And then I will have my darling girl, the Star of Donegal

She gave consent and off they went to meet with Father Hugh
Who joined their hands in wedlock bands without any more ado
From Derry quay they sailed away and bade farewell to all
And now they're in America far away from Donegal

Combination Of The Two
Composer(s): Sam Andrew
Performer(s): Janis Joplin;
Big Brother & the Holding Company; Wool



Ooh!

Yeah yeah!

Alright, baby!

Everybody’s got it
They’re all trying to feel it
Everybody’s dancing and singing romance
And they want to feel more, baby

Baby, I’ve got to feel you more
Hey come on, feeling good, baby, baby
Come on and do it, come on, come on
Come on try it with me, try it with me, baby

Oh, whoa, whoa, mama, mama, mama
Oh, whoa, alright, come on, feel it!
Oh, whoa, waaaah!!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, we’re gonna knock ya, rock ya
Gonna sing at ya now 
Hmm!

Alright, alright!

Hey baby!
Everybody over at the Avalon Ballroom in the San Francisco bay
Everybody have-have-have have a lot of fun, I know!
I can tell you they’re feeling good
Gotta try the feeling baby
Gotta try the feeling, gotta try

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, we’re gonna knock ya, rock ya
Gonna sing at ya now

Hey!
Ooh!

Don’t matter who you are, no
Don’t matter where you come from
You just gotta try to feel it
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, ready

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, come on, boys!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 
Waah!!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Yeah, we’re gonna knock ya, rock ya
Gonna sing at ya now

Do do do do do do do do do do do do do

Rien Qu'un Seul Mot
English Title (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction
Composer(s): Mick Jagger;
Claude Moine; Keith Richards
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



Rien qu'un seul mot
Satisfaction
Rien qu'un seul mot, oh, oh, oh, oh
Satisfaction
Que tu daignes m'écrire
Et là-bas, tu dois rire
Rien qu'un seul mot
Rien qu'un seul mot
Tu avais promis de m'aimer
Tu as tôt fait de m'oublier
Maint'nant que tu es loin de moi
Tu t'endors dans d'autres bras
Oh pourquoi n'écris-tu pas?
Rien qu'un seul mot, oh, oh, oh, oh
Eh, eh, eh, oh, qu'as-tu fait?
Rien qu'un seul mot
Satisfaction
Rien qu'un seul mot, oh, oh, oh, oh
Satisfaction
Qu'une marque qui veut dire
Que notre Amour chavire
Rien qu'un seul mot
Rien qu'un seul mot
J'étais fou de penser
Que notre Amour pouvait durer
Mais moi aussi je vais chercher
Un autre cœur à aimer
Oui, loin de moi tu peux rester
Rien qu'un seul mot, oh, oh, oh, oh
Eh, eh, oh, qu'as-tu fait?
Rien qu'un seul mot
Rien qu'un seul mot
Satisfaction
Ho satisfaction
Ho satisfaction
Ho satisfaction ......

The Star
Performer(s): Marie Bottrell



In a brokendown bar
Where she's billed as the star
She sits and she waits to go on
And she looks in the mirror
At the lines on her face
And wonders where the time has all gone

And her mind floats away, back to the day
When she dreamed of the big silver screen
But there were too many bad breaks
And too many heartaches
With too many years in between

Now she's billed as the star
In this brokendown bar
And sometimes it hurts her so
But when they all stand
And give her a hand
It's just like it was long ago

And her mind floats away, back to the day
When she dreamed of the big silver screen
But there were too many bad breaks
And too many heartaches
With too many years in between

But there were too many bad breaks
And too many heartaches
With too many years in between

Combien De Temps Pour T'oublier
Adapted from: I Can't Help But Wonder - 1964
Composer(s): Jean-Michel Rivat; Tom Paxton
Performer(s): Joe Dassin - 1966



Tu ne peux plus rien pour moi
Seulement t'éloigner de moi
T'écarter un peu de mon soleil
Tu as mis devant mes yeux
Tant de petites fleurs bleues
Je n'avais jamais rien vu de pareil

Mais combien faut-il de temps
Pour t'oublier, t'oublier
Combien de temps pour t'oublier

C'est bien là, tout mon malheur
Tu étais la seule fille
Que jamais je n'aurais dû croiser
Je t'avais donné mon cœur
Tu voulais déjà ma vie
Un instant j'ai cru ne plus te quitter

Mais combien faut-il de temps
Pour t'oublier, t'oublier
Combien de temps pour t'oublier

Et si nos amours, ma belle
M'ont un peu brûlé des ailes
Je n'en ai pas l'ombre de regret
Pense à moi, je te salue
Je n'avais jamais connu, ni tenu
Ni vu l'amour de si près

Mais combien faut-il de temps
Pour t'oublier, t'oublier
Combien de temps pour t'oublier

Rien Qu'un Homme De Plus
(Italian Version: Sei Solo Un Uomo In Più)
Composer(s): Amerigo Casella; Alberto Cheli; Murio Luberti
Performer(s): Dalida



Non je n'en mourrais pas si tu gardais pour toi
Ce soir et pour toujours
Ses promesses de nuit confiées au coin du lit
Qui meurent avant le jour
Oh non je n 'en mourrais pas
Non puisque tu n'es pour moi

Rien qu'un homme de plus

Rien qu'un homme de plus

Rien qu'un homme de plus

Ne me demande pas ni comment ni pourquoi
La vie m'a transformé
Si j'aime le bonheur sans fausse pudeur
C'est de l 'avoir pleuré

Les images blanches d'une femme
Qui vit une écharde dans l'âme
Avec un mari qui l'a hait depuis longtemps
Les images tristes d'un homme
Qui cherche une femme fidèle
Pour rassurer son orgueil d'homme et dire je suis un homme

Me font crier sans regret
Que pour moi tu n'es

Rien qu'un homme de plus

Rien qu'un homme de plus

Rien qu'un homme de plus

Rien qu'un homme de plus

Rien qu'un homme de plus

Rien qu'un homme de plus...

The Stake
Composer(s): David Denny
Performer(s): Steve Miller Band



Burnin' burnin' all you can take
Wheels are turning in the bed you make
I'll take you over, you're tied at the stake
Nobody loves you like the way I do

Light rain's over
The sun's all around
Four leaf clover
As I pull you down
I'll take you over
You're tied at the stake
Nobody loves you like the way I do
Nobody loves you like the way I do
Nobody loves you like the way I do

Comandante Che Guevara
Composer(s): Carlos Puebla
Performer(s): Maria Farantouri



Aprendimos a quererte
Desde la histórica altura
Donde el sol de tu bravura
Le puso cerco a la muerte
Aquí se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Ché Guevara
Tu mano gloriosa y fuerte
sobre la historia dispara
cuando todo Santa Clara
Se despierta para verte
Aquí se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Ché Guevara
Vienes quemando la brisa
con soles de primavera
para plantar la bandera
con la luz de tu sonrisa
Aquí se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Ché Guevara
Tu amor revolucionario
te conduce a nueva empresa
donde espera la firmeza
de tu brazo libertario
Aquí se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Ché Guevara
Seguiremos adelante
como junto a tí seguimos
y con Fidel te decimos
"¡Hasta siempre Comandante!"
Aquí se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Ché Guevara

Comandante Che Guevara
Composer(s): Carlos Puebla
Performer(s): Maria Farantouri



Aprendimos a quererte
Desde la histórica altura
Donde el sol de tu bravura
Le puso cerco a la muerte
Aquí se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Ché Guevara
Tu mano gloriosa y fuerte
sobre la historia dispara
cuando todo Santa Clara
Se despierta para verte
Aquí se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Ché Guevara
Vienes quemando la brisa
con soles de primavera
para plantar la bandera
con la luz de tu sonrisa
Aquí se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Ché Guevara
Tu amor revolucionario
te conduce a nueva empresa
donde espera la firmeza
de tu brazo libertario
Aquí se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Ché Guevara
Seguiremos adelante
como junto a tí seguimos
y con Fidel te decimos
"¡Hasta siempre Comandante!"
Aquí se queda la clara
La entrañable transparencia
De tu querida presencia
Comandante Ché Guevara

Rien Que Nous
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz
Performer(s): David Alexandre Winter & Seda Aznavour



Viens mon ouragan
Ma fleur sauvage
Planter la rage
De tes joies
Dans mon coeur vivant
De tendresse
Viens il nous faut être rien rien
Rien que nous
Toi et moi pour la vie entière
Dans un monde à part rien que nous
Pour toujours
Comme des enfants
Qui jouent ensemble
On se ressemble
Mon amour
Par nos corps brûlants
De jeunesse
Viens il nous faut être rien rien
Rien que nous
Et l'espoir d'une vie nouvelle
Dans un monde à nous
Rien que nous mon amour

The Stag
Composer(s): Angelo Branduardi - Peter Sinfield
Performer(s): Angelo Branduardi



Tell us our good master
Why you sit there so quietly
And where are the trophies
You usually bring home
Like the heads of the Bengal tiger
That decorate your great hall
And the skins of lion and zebra
That you've laid wall to wall...
My friends, in the foothills before the rainy season
I went out hunting one day all by myself
Keeping the wind in my face I crept up
To where a herd of deer were grazing
When suddenly before me
Stood a great horned king of stags
And it's the truth I tell you, believe me
As the lord above's my witness
The great beast did not quaver
But softly began to speak...
"It's written in the stars, lord
Upon this day I die
So these my gifts I offer
To you this Eastertide:
These majestic antlers for you
To hang your bows on
And these my ears as fine cups
For you to toast your ladies
Take both my bright eyes
For a pair of shining mirrors
And all these bristles
For brushes to shave your face
I pray that you eat my flesh for ten days
And from my hide you make a warm coat
And as for your strength and courage
My liver will serve you well
Thus in the stars it's written, my good sir
That the body of this your servant
Seven times will be fruitful
And seven times be reborn...
Tell us our good master
Why you sit there so quietly
And where are all the trophies
You usually bring home...

Com Açúcar, Com Afeto
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Maria Bethânia
and various other artists



Com açúcar, com afeto
Fiz seu doce predileto
Pra você parar em casa
Qual o quê
Com seu terno mais bonito
Você sai, não acredito
Quando diz que não se atrasa
Você diz que é operário
Vai em busca do salário
Pra poder me sustentar
Qual o quê
No caminho da oficina
Há um bar em cada esquina
Pra você comemorar
Sei lá o quê

Sei que alguém vai sentar junto
Você vai puxar assunto
Discutindo futebol
E ficar olhando as saias
De quem vive pelas praias
Coloridas pelo sol
Vem a noite e mais um copo
Sei que alegre ma non troppo
Você vai querer cantar
Na caixinha um novo amigo
Vai bater um samba antigo
Pra você rememorar

Quando a noite enfim lhe cansa
Você vem feito criança
Pra chorar o meu perdão
Qual o quê
Diz pra eu não ficar sentida
Diz que vai mudar de vida
Pra agradar meu coração
E ao lhe ver assim cansado
Maltrapilho e maltratado
Ainda quis me aborrecer
Qual o quê
Logo vou esquentar seu prato
Dou um beijo em seu retrato
E abro os meus braços pra você

Com Açúcar, Com Afeto
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Maria Bethânia
and various other artists



Com açúcar, com afeto
Fiz seu doce predileto
Pra você parar em casa
Qual o quê
Com seu terno mais bonito
Você sai, não acredito
Quando diz que não se atrasa
Você diz que é operário
Vai em busca do salário
Pra poder me sustentar
Qual o quê
No caminho da oficina
Há um bar em cada esquina
Pra você comemorar
Sei lá o quê

Sei que alguém vai sentar junto
Você vai puxar assunto
Discutindo futebol
E ficar olhando as saias
De quem vive pelas praias
Coloridas pelo sol
Vem a noite e mais um copo
Sei que alegre ma non troppo
Você vai querer cantar
Na caixinha um novo amigo
Vai bater um samba antigo
Pra você rememorar

Quando a noite enfim lhe cansa
Você vem feito criança
Pra chorar o meu perdão
Qual o quê
Diz pra eu não ficar sentida
Diz que vai mudar de vida
Pra agradar meu coração
E ao lhe ver assim cansado
Maltrapilho e maltratado
Ainda quis me aborrecer
Qual o quê
Logo vou esquentar seu prato
Dou um beijo em seu retrato
E abro os meus braços pra você

Rien Que Huit Jours
((Adapted from: Thirty Days (To Come Back Home) (Chuck Berry and His Combo) - 1955; Forty Days (Ronnie Hawkins & The Hawks) - 1959))
((Finnish Version: Oi Kuuskytviis (Jussi & The Boys) - 1979))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964



Je ne te donne que huit jours
Rien que ça

A nos amis je raconterai tout ce que tu m'as fais
Si tu n'es pas rentrée
Je ferai connaître ton aventure
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours

Rien que huit jours
Rien que huit jours
Pour revenir auprès de moi
Tu n'as que huit jours
Je ne suis pas une marionnette
Toi, tu es pour moi ma seule raison d'être
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours

Et je vais dire à ce garçon qui t'aime que tu m'as quitté
Pour que je sois très jaloux et vienne te supplier
Je lui dirai aussi que toi tu te moques pas mal de lui
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours

Rien que huit jours
Rien que huit jours
Pour revenir auprès de moi
Tu n'as que huit jours
Je ne suis pas une marionnette
Toi, tu es pour moi ma seule raison d'être
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours

Et je vais dire à ce garçon qui t'aimes que tu m'as quitté
Pour que je sois très jaloux et vienne te supplier
Je lui dirai que c'n'est pas la première fois
Et que t'es toujours revenue dans mes bras
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours

Rien que huit jours
Rien que huit jours
Pour revenir auprès de moi
Tu n'as que huit jours
Je ne suis pas une marionnette
Toi, tu es pour moi ma seule raison d'être
Je ne te donne pour me revenir rien que huit jours...