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  • 22-02-1970
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    Once On A Sunday Morning
    Composer(s): Luis Aguile; Alan Blakley;
    Len "Chip" Hawkes; Kusik; Snyder
    Performer(s): The Tremeloes; James Last



    She was just a dream
    I can't explain just the way I feel
    Strange as if they seemed
    But in my mind she was very real

    Once on a Sunday morning
    Before the sunlight was in the air
    Once on a Sunday morning
    Before my eyes she was standing there

    Reaching for my hand
    She smiled at me, we walked away
    Tried to understand
    But I could see through a sunny day

    Once on a Sunday morning
    Before the sunlight was in the air
    Once on a Sunday morning
    Before my eyes she was standing there

    Lalalalala..

    Saturday was done
    I went to bed, but I couldn't sleep
    Sunday came along
    The memory I will always keep

    Once on a Sunday morning
    Before the sunlight was in the air
    Once on a Sunday morning
    Before my eyes she was standing there

    Lalalalala..

    Dididididi..

    On a Sunday morning
    On a Sunday morning
    On a Sunday morning
    On a Sunday morning
    On a Sunday morning
    On a Sunday morning




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    10 Degrees And Getting Colder Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot First release by: Gordon Lightfoot - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists



    He was standin' by the highway
    with a sign that just said Mother
    When he heard a driver comin'
    'Bout a half a mile away
    Then he held the sign up higher
    Where no decent soul could miss it
    It was ten degrees or colder
    Down by bolder dam that day

    He was raised up in Milwaukee
    Though he never was that famous
    He was just a road musician
    To the taverns he would go
    Singin' songs about the ramblin'
    The lovin' girls and gamblin'
    How the world fell on his shoulders
    Back in Boulder I don't know

    It was out in Arizona
    That he heard the lady listenin'
    To each word that he was sayin'
    To each line that he would write
    So he sat down by her table and
    They talked about the weather
    Ninety-eight point six and risin'
    Down by Boulder dam that day

    And she told him she would take him
    For a ride in the mornin' sun
    Back in Boulder he had told her
    I don't know when I had a better friend

    Now he's traded off his Martin
    But his troubles are not over
    For his feet are almost frozen
    And the sun is sinkin' low
    Won't you listen to me brother
    If you ever loved your mother
    Please pull off on the shoulder
    If you're goin' Milwaukee way
    It's ten degrees and getting colder
    Down by Boulder dam today



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    Le Venin Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers



    Une mélodie mélancolique viendeto du ghetto L'après-midi plombé à mort lui donne ce tempo Sous un ciel d'encre, des enfants jouent à lancer leurs couteaux Au-dessus des caisses où des vieux sages planquent leurs dominos Cette mélodie mélancolique qui vient de la Havane Contient des ondes maléfiques aux allures de Gitane M'a dit un vieux conteur d'histoires, buveur de rhum hors-pair Connu à Kingston un beau soir, en lui payant des verres Il y a longtemps, un marin fou, amant d'une Gipsy Elle voulait tout lui donner, tout, mais lui n'a rien compris J'ai un peu oublié la suite, qui parle de vengeance Du danger des vraies amoureuses, de poison et de rance Cette mélodie mélancolique qui vient de la Havane Contient des ondes maléfiques aux allures de Gitane Amour couvert ou très obscur, provoquant le destin Cette mélodie porte-malheur, et s'appelle le venin viendeto viendeto viendeto du ghetto Une mélodie mélancolique viendeto du ghetto La pluie qui envahit la rue lui donne ce tempo Une chanson bizarre et maléfique qui fait fuir les marins Moi je la chante pour le risque, on verra bien demain... viendeto viendeto viendeto du ghetto



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    21-02-1970
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    Meisjes Van 13
    Performer(s): Paul van Vliet



    Hebben van die wapperende voeten
    Lopen altijd overal tegenop
    Weten helemaal niet wat ze moeten
    Kauwen dus de hele dag maar drop
    Moeten oude jurken van hun grote zusjes aan
    Die hun moeders hen nu juist zo enig vinden staan
    Houden niet van zomerkampen moeten daar toch heen
    En zijn daar met z'n honderden verschrikkelijk alleen

    Meisjes van dertien, niet zo gelukkig
    Meisjes van dertien, en net tussenin
    Te groot voor de poppen, te groot voor de merels
    Te klein voor de liefde, te klein voor de kerels
    Met een glimmende neus
    En met knokige knietjes
    En in hun dagboek
    Staan de kleine verdrietjes
    Meisjes van dertien, vlak voor 't begin
    Meisjes van dertien, er net tussenin

    Hebben van die dromerige koppies
    Hebben van dat dunne steile haar
    Willen niet meer samen met de jongens
    Willen nou alleen nog met elkaar
    Giechelen bij de naam van 't onbereikbare idool
    Giechelen om hun vader en de leraren op school
    Giechelen van ongemak en giechelen van spijt
    Giechelen zich een weggetje naar een betere tijd

    Meisjes van dertien, niet zo gelukkig
    Meisjes van dertien, en net tussenin
    Te groot voor de poppen, te groot voor de merels
    Te klein voor de liefde, te klein voor de kerels
    Nog nergens een vrouw, ja van boven voorzichtig
    Maar verder nog nergens, nog te dun en te spichtig
    Meisjes van derien, droom er maar van
    Meisjes van dertien, giechel maar an



    Categorie:Nederl. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Once More
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    Once More
    Composer(s): Dusty Owens
    Performer(s): Roy Acuff;
    and various other artists



    Once more to be with you dear
    Just for tonight to hold you tight
    Once more I'd give up a fortune
    If I could see you once more

    Forget the past, this hurt can't last
    Oh I don't want it to keep us apart
    Your love I'll crave, I'll be your slave
    If you'll just give me all of your heart

    Once more to be with you dear
    Just for tonight to hold you tight
    Once more I'd give a fortune
    If I could see you once more
    Once more




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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.10 Light Years Away
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    10 Light Years Away Composer(s): M. Frederiksen; M. Jones; Klaus Meine; Rudolph Schenker Performer(s): Scorpions



    In a run down bed and breakfast
    A room with a view, across the river
    I tried to loos the claustrophobia
    Opened up and find Utopia
    There's no more denying
    As my mind go flying
    10 light years away to save my soul
    10 light years away to change it all
    Whatever it may take I gotta try again
    Girl it's time to start over
    10 light years away
    I'd been watching the reflection
    Of a bamboo in the shade, when I saw her
    A very hot day in Havana
    In a midnight blue lagoon
    I knew she was hiding
    10 light years away so take me home
    10 light years away to change it all
    Help me find today It's been way too long
    Girl it's time to start over
    10 light years away
    There's no more denying
    As my mind go flying
    10 light years away to save my soul
    10 light years away to change it all
    Whatever it may take I gotta try again
    Girl it's time to start over
    10 light years away so take me home
    10 light years away to change it all
    Help me find today It's been way too long
    Girl it's time to start over
    10 light years away



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    A Baby Just Like You Composer(s): John Denver - Joe Henry Performer(s): John Denver and multiple other artists




    The season is upon us now
    A time for gifts and giving
    And as the year draws to its close
    I think about my living
    Christmas time when I was young
    The magic and the wonder
    But colors dull and candles dim
    And dark my standing under

    Oh, little angel, shining light
    You've set my soul to dreaming
    You've given back my joy in life
    You filled me with new meaning

    A savior King was born that day
    A baby just like you
    And as the Magi came with gifts
    I come with my gift too
    That peace on earth fills up your time
    And brotherhood surrounds you
    That you may know the warmth of love
    And wrap it all around you

    It's just a wish, a dream I'm told
    From days when I was young
    Merry Christmas little Zachary
    Merry Christmas everyone
    Merry Christmas little Zachary
    Merry Christmas everyone



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    20-02-1970
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    Meisjes Van 30
    Performer(s): Paul van Vliet



    Hebben van die rusteloze voeten
    Lopen daardoor overal tegenop
    En 't is ook wel verwarrend wat ze moeten
    Een baan, een man, een kind en hogerop
    Rennen van hun werk, via de creche naar 't cafe
    En moet 't kind dan eerst naar bed, of nemen we 't mee
    En als je nog geen kind hebt: kan dat wachten of moet dat nu
    En eten we weer sousjies, of toch aardappels met jus

    Meisjes van dertig, niet ongelukkig
    Meisjes van dertig, er net tussenin
    Te oud voor 't zomaar wat vlind'rende leven
    Te jong om een toekomst uit handen te geven
    Ze hebben succes en een heleboel plannen
    Maar krijgen daardoor vaak problemen met mannen
    Meisjes van dertig, vlak na 't begin
    Meisjes van dertig, d'r weer tussenin

    Hebben iets van heimwee in hun ogen
    Hebben van dat doorgewaaide haar
    Willen best wat delen met de jongens
    Maar willen ook nog heel graag met elkaar
    Giechelen, net als vroeger, bij een drankje en muziek
    Giechelend langs de rekken van een lekkere boetiek
    Giechelen om niet te huilen, om de wereld en de tijd
    Maar een giechelende meid is niet op morgen voorbereid

    Meisjes van dertig, niet ongelukkig
    Meisjes van dertig, er net tussenin
    Te oud voor: we zien wel, 't komt allemaal later
    Te jong nog voor wijn die vermengd is met water
    Voor altijd een vrouw; in gedachten soms even
    Dat meisje van dertien, dat wacht op 't leven
    Meisjes van dertig, maak d'r wat van
    Want 't leuke van dertig, dat alles nog kan



    Categorie:Nederl. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Once Is Never Enough
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    Once Is Never Enough
    Composer(s): Ian Crichton; Jim Crichton;
    Jim Gilmour; Steve Negus; Michael Sadler
    Performer(s): Saga



    You say I can't then I have to
    Have all the things I don't need
    I guess it's human nature
    The animal in me
    You can call it my obsession
    You've got me under your spell
    If there's something I am wanting
    I'll just help myself
    Thrill of the chase
    When you get what you want
    Will that be enough
    Thrill of the chase
    When you find you can't stop
    Once is never enough
    I like to touch the fire
    Maybe some day I'll get burned
    After all this chasing
    Don't think I'll ever learn
    So when you see me coming
    You can run but you can't hide
    "Cause when I know just what I'm after
    I won't stop until I die
    Thrill of the chase
    When you get what you want
    Will that be enough
    Thrill of the chase
    When you find you can't stop
    Once is never enough
    I don't know what I want to
    Have all the things that I don't need
    It must be human nature
    Or it's the animal in me
    Thrill of the chase
    When you get what you want
    Will that be enough
    Thrill of the chase
    When you find you can't stop
    Once is never enough
    Thrill of the chase
    When you get what you want
    Will that be enough
    Thrill of the chase
    When you find you can't stop
    Once is never enough




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    10 Minutes Before The Worm
    Composer(s): Michael Bruce; Glen Buxton; Alice Cooper; Dennis Dunaway; Neal Smith
    Performer(s): Alice Cooper



    Let me be
    What a way for one too realise
    Gotta waste a bore now, I see
    How he is so happy feeling sad
    Heavily Depressed
    God I knew
    Think I will enjoy the view
    'oy the view
    'oy the view
    Everything is standing still
    ...ill
    ...ill



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Lebnan
    Composer(s): Hafez-Chamass - Gigliotti - Jeff Barnel
    Performer(s): Dalida



    Ba'd el-hared win-nar
    Min ba'd halli sar
    Ba'd el-hared win-nar
    Min ba'd halli sar
    'Ad es-safa Lebnan
    'Ad el-wafa Lebnan
    Shams wi amar Lebnan
    Lebnan

    Lebnan biha-l-kawn
    Fih es-siher wil-lawn
    Wi-l-hob wil-manal
    Mannou mitel Lebnan

    Shou sar mahma yisir
    Al lou kibir-e-kibir
    Basmit hana Lebnan
    Lebnan

    Bayrout ya Bayrout
    Ya kanz min ya ya'out
    Bayrout ya bayrout
    Biyoutik aàz biyout
    Lisabratik ishta na
    Libesmatik ishta'na
    Wi seherriya wi lyali
    'Ala bali ala bali

    Ba'd el-hared win-nar
    Min ba'd halli sar
    Ba'd el-hared win-nar
    Min ba'd halli sar
    'Ad es-safa Lebnan
    'Ad el-wafa Lebnan
    Shams wi amar Lebnan
    Lebnan

    Lebnan àndou id
    Ahlam wi mova 'id
    Lebnan àndou id
    Win-nass ida bi id
    Wi' youn sahrané
    Wi ahat wi ghenani
    Wi nismat wi alwan helyané
    'Ala bali ala bali

    Ba'd el-hared win-nar
    Min ba'd halli sar
    Ba'd el-hared win-nar
    Min ba'd halli sar
    'Ad es-safa Lebnan
    'Ad el-wafa Lebnan
    Shams wi amar Lebnan
    Lebnan
    'Ad es-safa Lebnan
    'Ad el-wafa Lebnan
    Shams wi amar Lebnan
    Lebnan



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    19-02-1970
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    Meio-Dia Meia-Lua (aka Na Ilha De Lia, No Barco De Rosa)
    Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Edú Lobo
    Performer(s): Edú Lobo



    Quando adormecia na ilha de Lia
    Meu Deus, eu só vivia a sonhar
    Que passava ao largo no barco de Rosa
    E queria aquela ilha abordar
    Pra dormir com Lia que via que eu ia
    Sonhar dentro do barco de Rosa
    Rosa que se ria e dizia nem coisa com coisa

    Era um armadilha de Lia com Rosa com Lia
    Eu não podia escapar
    Girava num barco num lago no centro da ilha
    Num moinho do mar
    Era estar com Rosa nos braços de Lia
    Era Lia com balanço de Rosa
    Era tão real
    Era devaneio
    Era meio a meio
    Meio Rosa meio Lia, meio
    Meio-dia mandando eu voltar com Lia
    Meia-lua mandando eu partir com Rosa
    Na ilha de Lia, de Lia, de Lia
    No barco de Rosa, de Rosa, de Rosa



    Categorie:Latin Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Once Is Enough
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    Once Is Enough
    Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett
    Performer(s): Elvis Presley; The Taildraggers



    All you got is one life
    Living once can be rough
    But if you live every day all the way
    Once is enough

    You can own just one suit
    Worn and torn at the cuff
    But if you're livin' the life that you love
    Once is enough

    What's the good of reaching ninety
    If you waste eighty-nine
    You got one life so live it
    If you don't it's a crime

    Life's a playful puppy
    You can grab by the scruff
    And if you live every sec', what the heck
    Once is enough

    Never wait until tomorrow
    What if it never comes
    Life is a seven layer
    Don't you settle for crumbs

    Life's a playful puppy
    You can grab by the scruff
    And if you live every sec', what the heck
    Once is enough
    And if you live every sec', what the heck
    Once is enough
    And if you live every sec', what the heck
    Once is enough




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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.10 Seconds To Forever
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    10 Seconds To Forever
    Composer(s): Robert Calvert
    Performer(s): Nik Turner



    In the tenth second of forever
    I thought of the sea and a white yacht drifting
    In the ninth second of forever
    I remembered a warm room where voices played
    In the eighth second of forever
    I thought of the life I would not lead
    In the seventh second of forever
    I thought of a leaf, a stone, a plastic fragment of a child's toy
    In the sixth second of forever
    I saw your mouth whispering something I could hear
    In the fifth second of forever
    I thought of the vermillion deserts of Mars, the jewelled forests of Venus
    In the fourth second of forever
    I could remember nothing that I did not love
    In the third second of forever
    I thought of rain against a window, I thought of the wind
    In the second second of forever
    I thought of a pair of broken shades lying on the tarmac
    In the first and final second of forever
    I thought of the long past that had led to now
    And never...
    Never...
    Never...



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    A Candle In The Window Composer(s): Walt Aldridge - Gary Baker - Susan Longacre Performer(s): Alabama



    There's a road that I remember
    leading to a special place

    Where the door was always open to a smiling face
    There's a picture on the mantle of a boy that looks like me
    It's always the same, there's a stocking with my name

    And a candle in the window, a flame against the night
    There's a candle in the window, it's like God's perfect light
    It don't take a lot of money to know what riches are
    Just a candle in the window

    Maybe it's just wishful thinking I can hear the sleigh bells ring
    Almost taste the pie she's baking, it's Christmas Eve

    And there's a candle in the window, a flame against the night
    The candle in the window, it's like God's perfect light
    It don't take a lot of money to know what riches are
    Just a candle in the window and Christmas in your heart

    Wherever the years may take me no matter how far I go
    There's going to be a candle burning, it's always nice to know
    It don't take a lot of money to know what riches are
    Just a candle in the window and Christmas in your heart



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    18-02-1970
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    Meine Wahrheit
    French Title: Ma Vérité
    Composer(s): R. Wagner; J.P. Sabar;
    Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle; R. Zuckowski
    Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



    Endlose Nacht, strahlendes Licht
    Stets hat die Wahrheit ein anderes Gesicht
    Schnell wie der Wind, treibt sie dich fort
    Tosende Stürme verkünden ihr Wort

    Zart wie ein Hauch kommt sie zurück
    Singt mit den Vögeln im Frühling ihr Lied
    Doch dann und wann, mit Dir allein
    Scheint meine Wahrheit die Liebe zu sein

    Freude und Glück, Tränen und Leid
    Stets trägt die Wahrheit ein anderes Kleid
    Dem der sich sagt ich hab gelebt
    Scheint sie vielleicht aus Erinn'rung gewebt

    Dem der beschließt "Frag nicht was war"
    Zeigt sie die Farben der Zukunft ganz klar
    Doch dann und wann, mit Dir allein
    Scheint meine Wahrheit die Liebe zu sein

    Kind oder Greis, Frau oder Mann
    Stets trägt die Wahrheit ein andrer voran
    Laut oder still, kommt sie zu Dir
    Wenn du bereit bist und offen dafür

    Du kannst sie hör'n, Du kannst sie seh'n
    Oder Dein Herz wird sie verstehn



    Categorie:Duitse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Once In Love With Amy
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    Once In Love With Amy
    Composer(s): Frank Loesser
    Performer(s): Frank Sinatra;
    and various other artists



    Once in love with Amy
    Always in love with Amy
    Ever and ever fascinated by her
    Sets your heart on fire to stay

    Once you're kissed by Amy
    Tear up your list it's Amy
    Ply her with bonbons, poetry and flowers
    Moon a million hours away

    You might be quite the fickle hearted rover
    So carefree and bold
    Who loves a girl and later thinks it over
    And just quits cold

    But once in love with Amy
    Always in love with Amy
    Ever and ever sweetly you'll romance her
    Trouble is the answer will be
    That Amy would rather stay in love with me

    You might be quite the fickle hearted rover
    So carefree and bold
    Who loves a girl and later thinks it over
    And just quits cold

    But once in love with Amy
    Always in love with Amy
    Ever and ever sweetly you'll romance her
    Trouble is the answer will be
    That Amy would rather stay in love with me




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    10,000 Men
    Composer(s): Bob Dylan
    Performer(s): Bob Dylan



    Ten thousand men on a hill
    Ten thousand men on a hill
    Some of 'm goin' down, some of 'm gonna get killed

    Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue
    Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue
    Drummin' in the morning, in the evening they'll be coming for you

    Ten thousand men on the move
    Ten thousand men on the move
    None of them doing nothin' that your mama wouldn't disapprove

    Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold
    Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold
    All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold

    Hey! Who could your lover be?
    Hey! Who could your lover be?
    Let me eat off his head so you can really see!

    Ten thousand women all dressed in white
    Ten thousand women all dressed in white
    Standin' at my window wishing me goodnight

    Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail
    Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail
    Each one of 'em got seven wives, each one of 'em just out of jail

    Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room
    Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room
    Spilling my buttermilk, sweeping it up will a broom

    Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea!
    Baby, thank you for my tea



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    A Carolina Christmas Carol Composer(s): Charlie Daniels Performer(s): Charlie Daniels



    A Christmas Monologue
    I might as well go ahead and tell you right up front: I believe in Santa Claus
    Now, you can believe or not believe, but I'm here to tell you for a fact that there is a Santa Claus
    and he does bring toys and stuff like that on Christmas Eve night
    I know, I know
    It sounds like I've had too much eggnog, don't it?
    All I ask is that you wait till I get through telling my story before you make up your mind
    When I was a kid, Christmas time had a magic to it that no other season of the year had
    There was just something in the air, something that you couldn't put your finger on
    but it was there, and it affected everybody
    It seemed like everybody smiled and laughed more at that time of year
    even the people who didn't hardly smile and laugh the rest of the year
    "You reckon it's gonna snow?
    I sure do wish it'd snow this year
    Do you reckon it's gonna?"
    Heck no, it won't gonna snow
    As far as I know, it ain't never snowed in Wilmington, North Carolina
    at Christmas time in the whole history of man
    It seemed like everybody in the world had snow at Christmas except us
    In the funny papers, Nancy and Sluggo and Little Orphaned Annie
    had snow to frolic around in at Christmas time
    The Christmas cards had snow
    Bing Crosby even had snow to sing about
    But not one flake fell on Wilmington, North Carolina
    But that didn't dampen our spirits one little bit
    Our family celebrated Christmas to the hilt
    We were a big, close-knit family, and we'd gather up at Grandma's house every year
    My grandparents lived on a farm in Bladen County, about fifty miles from Wilmington
    and I just couldn't wait to get up there
    They lived in a great big old farmhouse
    and every Christmas they'd fill it up with their children and grandchildren
    We'd always stay from the night of the twenty-third through the morning of the twenty-sixth
    There'd be Uncle Clyde and Aunt Martha, Uncle Lacy and Aunt Selma; Uncle Leroy and Aunt Mollie
    Uncle Stewart and Aunt Opal, and my mama and daddy, Ernest and Nadine
    I won't even go into how many children were there, but take my word for it, there were a bunch
    There'd be people sleeping all over that big old house
    We kids would sleep on pallets on the floor
    and we'd giggle and play till some of the grown-ups would come and make us be quiet
    All the usual ground rules about eating were off for those days at Grandma's house
    You could eat as much pie and cake and candy as you could hold, and your mama wouldn't say a word to you
    My grandma would cook from sunup to sundown and love every minute of it
    She'd have cakes, pies candy, fruit and nuts setting out all the time
    and on top of that, she'd cook three big meals a day
    I mean, we eat like pigs
    Christmas was also the only time that my Granddaddy would take a drink
    It was a Southern custom of the time not to drink in front of small children
    so Granddaddy kept his drinking whiskey hid in the barn
    When he'd want to go out there and get him a snort
    he'd say that he had to go see if the mare had had her foal yet
    It was a good, good time
    A little old-fashioned by some peoples standards, but it suited us just fine
    If I'm not mistaken, it was the year I was five years old
    that my cousin Buford told me that there wasn't any Santa Claus
    Buford was about nine at the time
    He always was a mean-natured cuss
    Still is
    Well, I just refused to believe him
    I said, "You're telling a great big fib, Buford Ray, 'cause Santa Claus comes to see me every Christmas
    right here at Grandma and Granddaddy's house"
    "That ain't Santa Claus. That's your mama and daddy." One thing led
    to another and I got so upset about the prospect of no Santa Claus
    that I went running into the house crying.
    "Grandma, Grandma! Buford says there ain't no Santa Claus!
    There is a Santa Claus, ain't they, Grandma?"
    "Of course there is, Curtis
    Buford was just joking with you"
    Aunt Selma heard me talking to Grandma and walked to the door
    "Buford Ray, get yourself in this house right this minute!"
    When he came in, Aunt Selma grabbed him by the ear, led him into the
    front room and swatted him.
    Granddaddy was also a big defender of Santa Claus
    He would talk about Santa Claus like he was a personal friend of his
    And the more he went to check on the mare, the more he talked about Santa Claus
    or "Sandy Claws" as he called him
    "Yes, children, old Sandy Claws will be hitching up them reindeers
    and heading on down this a-way before long
    Wonder what he's gonna bring this year?"
    He'd have us so excited by the time we went to bed
    that I reckon if visions of sugarplums ever danced in anybody's heads, it was ours
    Christmas Eve night, after we had eat about as much supper as we could hold, we'd go in the front room
    There'd always be a big log fire crackling in the fireplace, and Granddaddy would always say the same thing
    "Children, do y'all know why we have Christmas every year?"
    "Cause that's when the Baby Jesus was born"
    "That's right
    We're celebrating the Lord's birthday
    Do y'all know where He was born at?"
    "In Bethlehem" we would all chime in
    "That's right
    He was born in a stable in Bethlehem almost two thousand years ago"
    Then Granddaddy would put on his spectacles and read Saint Luke's version of the Christmas story
    Then, after we'd had family prayer, Granddaddy would always get a twinkle in his eye
    "I reckon I'd better step out to the barn and see if that old mare has had her baby yet"
    There was always a chorus of "Can I go with you, Granddaddy?"
    "Y'all had better stay in here by the fire
    It's mighty cold outside
    I'll be right back"
    When Granddaddy came back in the house, he'd always say, "I was on my way back from the barn while ago
    and I heard something that sounded like bells a-tinkling, way back off yonder in the woods
    I just can't figure why bells would be ringing back in the woods this time of night"
    "It's Santa Claus! It's Santa Claus!"
    "Well, now, I never thought of that
    I wonder if it was old Sandy Claws
    You children better get to bed
    You know he won't come to see you as long as you're awake"
    Then it was time to say good night
    All the grandchildren would go around hugging all the grown-ups
    "Good night Grandma, good night Granddaddy, good night Uncle Clyde, good night Aunt Mollie" and so forth
    We would always try to stay awake, lying on our pallets until Santa Claus got there
    but we always lost the battle
    It sounded like the Third World War at Grandma's house on Christmas morning
    There was cap pistols going off and baby dolls crying
    and all the children hollering at the top of their lungs
    By the time the next school year started, I was six years old and in the first grade
    I kept thinking about what Buford had said
    I didn't want to believe it, but it kept slipping into the back door of my mind
    At school, Buford was three grades ahead of me, but I'd still see him sometimes
    Every time he'd see me that whole year, he'd make it a point to rub it in about Santa Claus
    He'd do something like get me around a bunch of his older buddies and say
    "Hey , you fellers, Curtis still believes in Santa Claus"
    And they'd all laugh and point
    Away from any adult persuasion, I guess Buford finally wore me out
    I returned to Grandma's house the next year not believing that there was a Santa Claus
    Christmas lost a little of its mystique
    Oh, I still enjoyed it
    I even pretended that I believed in "Sandy Claws" for Granddaddy's benefit, but it wasn't the same
    Well, as you know, time marches on, children grow up and leave home, including me
    I was living in Denver, Colorado, married, with a child
    and I hadn't been home for Christmas since our little daughter had been born
    Dawn was three that year, and this would be the first time that she really knew about Santa Claus
    and she was some kind of excited
    We had the best time shopping for her, buying all the little toys that she wanted
    Daddy called me about three weeks before Christmas and said
    "Son, you know that your grandparents are getting old
    They've requested that all the children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren come home the way we used to
    Can you make it, son?"
    "We'll be there, Daddy"
    I couldn't think of a better place in the whole world for little Dawn to spend her first real Christmas
    so we packed up and headed for North Carolina
    Grandma was eighty-two years old, but she still cooked all day long
    and she still enjoyed every minute of it
    Granddaddy was eighty-four, but he still had a twinkle in his eye and a mare in the barn
    The old house was fuller than ever, with a whole new generation of children in it
    Even Buford
    He had married, but he didn't have any children
    He didn't want any
    One of my cousins said he figured Buford was too stingy to have children
    Buford was still the same, except that he had changed from a boy with a mean nature
    to a full-grown man with a cynical nature and a know-it-all attitude
    Just before we went into the front room for family prayer and the reading of the Christmas story
    I overheard him say to somebody "I don't know why Granddaddy keeps filling the children's heads full of that Santa Claus nonsense
    I think it's ridiculous
    If I had children, I wouldn't let him tell them all that junk"
    I looked hard at Buford
    I had never liked him, and I liked him even less now
    Our little daughter was so excited when Granddaddy started talking about "Sandy Claws"
    that she jumped up and down and clapped her hands
    When I took her up to bed, there was pure excitement in those big brown eyes
    "Santa Claus is coming, Daddy! Santa Claus is coming, Daddy!"
    I got a warm feeling all over, and I sure was glad to be back at Grandma's house at Christmas time
    After all the children had gone to sleep, the grown-ups started going out to their cars
    to get the toys they had brought for Santa Claus to leave under the Christmas tree
    I decided to wait until everybody else had finished before I put Dawn's presents out
    This was a special time for me and I wanted to enjoy it
    After everybody had gone up to bed, I went to the car to get Dawn's toys
    To my shock, I couldn't find them
    I ran back into the house to my wife
    "Sylvia, where did you pack Dawn's Christmas presents?"
    "I thought you packed them"
    I was close to panic, but I didn't want Sylvia to know it
    I said, "Oh well, you just go on to bed, honey, and I'll look again
    I probably just overlooked them"
    I kissed my wife goodnight and went back downstairs
    I knew I hadn't overlooked them
    We had somehow forgot to pack them, and they were two thousand miles away in Denver, Colorado
    I was a miserable man
    I just didn't feel like I could face little Dawn the next morning
    She'd be so disappointed
    All the other children would have the toys that Santa had brought them
    and my beloved little daughter wouldn't have anything
    How could I have been so dumb?
    Here it was, twelve o'clock Christmas Eve night, all the stores closed, everybody in bed
    and me without a single present for little Dawn
    I was heartbroken
    I went into the front room and sat by the dying fire, dejected and hopeless
    I don't know how long I sat there staring at the embers
    but sometime later on I heard a rustle behind me and somebody said, "You got a match, son?"
    I turned around and almost fell on the floor
    Standing not ten feet from me was a short, fat little man in a red suit
    with a long white beard and a pipe sticking out of his mouth
    I couldn't move, I couldn't speak
    He looked at me and chuckled
    "Have you got a match, son?
    I ran out and I want to get this pipe going"
    When I finally got my voice back, all I could say was "Who are you?"
    "Well, people call me by different names in different parts of the world, but around here they call me Santa Claus"
    "No, I mean who are you really?"
    I just told you, son
    How about that match?"
    I stumbled to the mantelpiece, got a kitchen match and gave it to him
    "Much obliged"
    He stood there lighting his pipe, with me looking at him like he was a ghost or something
    "How did you get in here?"
    "Oh, I've got my ways"
    "I thought you were supposed to slide down the chimney"
    "That's a common misconception
    Would you slide down a chimney with a fire at the bottom?"
    "Well, no
    I mean, no, sir"
    "Well, neither would I"
    "How did you get here?"
    "I've got a sturdy sleigh and the finest team of reindeer a man could have"
    "But we ain't got snow"
    Santa Claus laughed so hard that his considerable belly shook
    "I don't need snow
    Half the places I go in the world don't have snow
    Besides, I like to get out of the snow once in a while
    We have it year-round at the North Pole, you know"
    "You mean you really live at the North Pole?"
    "Of course, I've always lived at the North Pole
    Don't you know anything about Santa Claus, son?"
    "Well, yeah, but I thought it was all a big put-on for the children"
    "That's the trouble with you grown-ups
    You think that everything you can't see is a put-on
    It's a shame grown people can't be more like children
    They don't have any trouble believing in me"
    "You mean you've really got a sleigh, with reindeer named Donner and Blitzen and stuff like that?"
    "That's right, son
    There's Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen and Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen
    Of course, there's no Rudolph with the red nose
    I don't know who came up with that one
    Rudolph really is a put-on"
    "But what are you doing here? Why did you come?"
    "Because there's a little girl in this house who believes in me very much
    Now, she'd be mighty disappointed to wake up Christmas morning and have nothing under the tree"
    "You mean you a came all the way here just because one little girl believes in you?"
    "That's right, son
    There's magic in believing
    Besides, she's not the only one in this house who believes in me"
    "Who else?"
    "Why, your grandfather, of course"
    "You mean Granddaddy wasn't putting us on all those years?
    He really believed in you?"
    "Of course he believed in me"
    "Well, why do you do this?"
    "It's my way of celebrating the most important birthday in the history of man
    Our Lord has given us so much
    How can we do less?"
    Santa Claus consulted a piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket
    and started taking a doll and other toys out of a big bag he had brought with him
    "Well, I've got to go, son
    I've got a lot of stops to make before sunup
    It's been really nice talking to you
    Thanks for the match"
    "Can I help you with your bag, Santa Claus?"
    "No, that's all right, son
    I'm used to carrying it"
    I walked outside with him
    "Where's your sleigh, Santa Claus?"
    "It's parked right over there in the edge of the woods
    You can come over and see it if you like"
    I started walking over to his sleigh with him, but then I had a thought
    "I'm gonna have to miss seeing your sleigh and reindeer
    Thank you so very much
    You saved my life
    God bless you, Santa Claus
    I'll see you next year"
    "God bless you, too, son and a Merry Christmas to you and yours"
    Santa Claus started across the yard toward his sleigh, and I went running back in the house like a wild man
    I raced up the stairs
    "Buford, Buford, get up!"
    "What's the matter, is the house on fire?"
    "No, but hurry
    Come out on the upstairs porch"
    Buford grumbled as he got up and followed me out on the upstairs porch
    "What the heck do you want?
    It's cold out here"
    "Just hush up and listen"
    Well, we listened by a full minute and nothing happened
    "You're crazy
    I'm going back to bed"
    "Buford, if you go back in the house, you're gonna miss something that I want you, above all people, to see"
    We waited for a little while longer and I had almost given up when I heard it
    It was just a little tinkle at first, hanging on the frosty air and getting louder by the second
    It was sleigh bells!
    Buford looked at me and said "Curtis, is this some kind of joke or something?"
    "No, Buford, I swear it ain't
    Just wait a minute now!"
    The sound of sleigh bells was getting louder and Buford's face was getting whiter
    "You got somebody out there doing that, ain't you?
    Admit it!
    You got somebody out there, ain't you?"
    I didn't say a word
    All of a sudden it sounded like somebody had flushed a covey of quail
    That sleigh came up out of the woods and headed west, hovering just above the treetops
    Buford was speechless
    I thought he was gonna pass out
    He held on to the banister and took deep breaths
    Even if you believe so far, I know you ain't gonna believe this next part, but it really happened
    Santa Claus made a big circle and turned and flew right around the house
    I bet he won't over twenty feet from the upstairs porch when he passed by me and Buford
    Old Santa Claus could really handle them reindeer
    Then he headed west again, moving at a pretty good clip this time
    I hate to even tell you this next part, 'cause you'll think I took it right out of the book, but I didn't
    Anyway, just about the time he was getting out of our hearing, he hollered, "Merry Christmas, everybody!"
    And then he was gone
    "Curtis, do you know where Granddaddy keeps that bottle hid in the barn?
    I need me a drink"
    I don't believe that Buford ever told anybody about seeing Santa Claus
    I know I didn't, not until now
    But I just had to tell somebody about it
    It's been hard keeping it to myself all these years
    I'm a granddaddy myself now
    That little girl that caused all this to happen with her faith in Santa Claus
    is grown and married and has a three-year-old girl and a five-year-old boy
    Me and Sylvia moved back to North Carolina many years ago and bought a big old farmhouse
    Now my grandchildren come and spend Christmas with me and their grandmother
    There's not as many of us as there was at Grandma's house
    but we have just as big a time and celebrate Christmas just as hard
    In fact, Christmas is about the only time a year I'll take a drink
    I always get me a pint of Old Granddad at Christmas time
    Since the grandchildren are so small, I don't like to drink in front of them,
    so I keep my drinking whiskey hid out in the barn
    When I want to go out there and get me a snort
    I always tell the grandchildren that I've got to see if the cows got corn
    Of course, all the grown-ups know why I'm going out to the barn, or at least they think they do
    I always make my last trip to the barn after I've read the Christmas story and had family prayer
    Everybody thinks I'm going out to get me a snort, but they're wrong
    I'm just going out to hear the sleigh bells ring



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    Mein Schönster Tag
    Composer(s): W. Jenkins; H. Evans; H.U. Weigel
    Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



    Ich seh' hinaus
    Auf die schlafenden Strassen
    Die Lichter gehen aus
    Vorbei ist die Nacht
    Ich denk' an Dich
    Und mein Herz schlägt schneller
    Schon wird es Morgen
    Die Sonne erwacht

    Der schönste Tag
    In meinem Leben
    Der fängt für mich
    So wunderbar an
    Meiner schönster Tag
    Ist wie ein Märchen
    Und du bist hier
    Für immer bei mir

    Heut' will ich dir
    Für immer gehören
    Seit vielen Stunden
    Denk' ich nur daran
    Von diesem Tag
    Träumt jedes Mädchen
    Mein schönster Tag
    Ist Wirklichkeit

    Oh, so viele Menschen
    Wünschen uns beiden
    Liebe und Glück
    Für alle Zeit
    Der schönste Tag
    In meinem Leben...



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