It Won't Take Much
Composer(s): C.L. Harper; Richard Poindexter
Performer(s): Linda Jones



It won't take much
to bring me back
(bring me back to you)
nothing at all
ooh to bring me back (bring me back to you)
just a little bit of your lovin
just a little bit
of your kisses to show me what
I've been missing
ohh what I've been missing baby
huuuuuuuhaha
I'm lonely I'm lonely so lonely
I don't care don't care don't care
who's right or wrong
I can't go on without you
it won't take much darlin'
and I'm not running back to ya baby hey hey 
no no it won't take much baby

Beautiful Christmas
Composer(s): Mary B. Slade - Rigdon McIntosh



O'er the hills and adown the snowy dells
As the echoes ring of the Christmas bells
Angel songs in our hearts resound again
Singing peace on earth and good will to men

Bring pine and fir tree, weave the garlands bright
Gladden the temple of the King tonight
Christmas is here, fill it with cheer
Make it glorious with joy and light

Bring good will to the suffering and sad
Speak the tender word that shall make them glad
Tell them how, o'er the hills of Bethlehem
When the angels sang, 'twas good news for them

Bring pine and fir tree, weave the garlands bright
Gladden the temple of the King tonight
Christmas is here, fill it with cheer
Make it glorious with joy and light

Peace on earth, bid all strife and tumult cease
For this night again gives the Lord His peace
While our hands shall His temple beautify
Carol, glory be unto God most high

Bring pine and fir tree, weave the garlands bright
Gladden the temple of the King tonight
Christmas is here, fill it with cheer
Make it glorious with joy and light

So glad hearts on this happy Christmas night
Bring your gifts of love, make His altar bright
Sing glad songs that shall sweetly sound as when
Angels sang of peace and good will to men

Bring pine and fir tree, weave the garlands bright
Gladden the temple of the King tonight
Christmas is here, fill it with cheer
Make it glorious with joy and light 

It Won't Rain Always
Composer(s): Gloria Gaither; Bill Gaither; Aaron Wilburn
Performer(s): Bill & Gloria Gaither
and multiple other artists



Someone said that in each life some rain is bound to fall
And each one sheds his share of tears
And trouble troubles us all
But the hurt can't hurt forever
And the tears are sure to dry

And it won't rain always
The clouds will soon be gone
The sun that they've been hiding has been there all along

And it won't rain always
God's promises are true
The sun's gonna shine in His own good time
And He will see you through

Be A Child At Christmas Time
Composer(s): Martin Broones - William A. Luce
Performer(s): Doris Day



Be a child at Christmas time with a merry heart aglow 
Through a frosty window pane you can see the falling snow
Trim the tree with candy canes 
Listen to the church bell chime
Say a little prayer at night 
Be a child at Christmas time 

Only children understand what a merry heart can do
Be a child and you'll agree everything is bright and new
When the snow comes dancing down and you hear the church bell chime
Let your heart be young again
Be a child at Christmas time 

It Won't Be Right
Composer(s): Tom Johnston; Patrick Simmons
The Doobie Brothers



Early in the mornin', when the sun come up
you'll find me sittin' at the table
drinkin' from a wooden cup
The mortgage is a-comin', tryin' to take my home away
I'm not gonna let it turn my head away

It won't be right, no matter what they say
Won't be right, tryin' to take my home away
Won't be right, if they do this thing to me
I don't have to take it and I really don't wanna see

Early in the eve-in', long about supper time
there's nothin' left here for me but a bottle of wine
I'm gonna be evicted 'long about the hour of five
Well, it's enough to make me wonder why I'm alive

It won't be right, no matter what they say
Won't be right, tryin' to take my home away
Won't be right, if they do this thing to me
I don't have to take it and I really don't wanna see

It won't be right, no matter what they say
Won't be right, tryin' to take my home away
Won't be right, if they do this thing to me
I don't have to take it and I really don't wanna see

It won't be right, no matter what they say
Won't be right, tryin' to take my home away
Won't be right, if they do this thing to me
I don't have to take it and I really don't wanna see

Barnyard Christmas
Composer(s): Jack Stearn
Performer(s): The Bell Sisters



We're gonna have a Barnyard Christmas
Barnyard Christmas, Barnyard Christmas
We're gonna have a Barnyard Christmas
On the farm this year 

The saw's gonna cut the Christmas tree
The stove's gonna bake plum puddin' for me
The broom's gonna sweep the house so clean
The cow's gonna give us rich ice cream 

Rich ice cream, house so clean
Puddin' for me, Christmas tree 

We're gonna have a Barnyard Christmas
Barnyard Christmas, Barnyard Christmas
We're gonna have a Barnyard Christmas
On the farm this year 

The pig's gonna give us juicy ham
We'll have the bestest duck what am
The horse'll pull us through the snow
We'll kiss beneath the mistletoe 

Mistletoe, through the snow
Duck what am, juicy ham
Rich ice cream, house so clean
Puddin' for me, Christmas tree 

We're gonna have a Barnyard Christmas
Barnyard Christmas, Barnyard Christmas
We're gonna have a Barnyard Christmas
On the farm this year 

Now all you children gather `round
`Cause Santa Clause is comin' to town
He'll get a surprise that's really grand
With a serenade from our animal band 

(Barnyard animals "sing" Jingle Bells)

We're gonna have a Barnyard Christmas
On the farm this year 

The hammer will hang our stocking up
We hope to get a brand new pup
And when the sleigh bells ring out clear
We'll know that jolly Santa's near 

Santa's near, ring out clear
Brand new pup, stocking up
Mistletoe, through the snow
Duck what am, juicy ham
Rich ice cream, house so clean
Puddin' for me, Christmas tree 

We're gonna have a Barnyard Christmas
Barnyard Christmas, Barnyard Christmas
We want to wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year! 

It Won't Be Long
Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



It won't be long yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
It won't be long yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
It won't be long yeah (yeah) 'til I belong to you

Every night when everybody has fun
Here am I sitting all on my own

It won't be long yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
It won't be long yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
It won't be long yeah (yeah) 'til I belong to you

Since you left me I'm so alone
(You left me alone)
Now you're coming, you're coming on home
I'll be good like I know should
(Now like I should)
You're coming home, you're coming home
(Ah, ah, ah)

Every night the tears come down from my eyes
Every day I've done nothing but cry

It won't be long yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
It won't be long yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
It won't be long yeah (yeah) 'til I belong to you

Since you left me I'm so alone
(You left me alone)
Now you're coming, you're coming on home
I'll be good like I know should
(Now like I should)
You're coming home, you're coming home
(Ah, ah, ah)

So every day we'll be happy I know
Now I know that you won't leave me no more

It won't be long yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
It won't be long yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
It won't be long yeah (yeah) 'til I belong to you

Ballad Of The Harp Weaver
Composer(s): Thelma Matesky Moore - Edna St. Vincent Millay
Performer(s): Johnny Cash; Agnes Moorehead



Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
Nor shears to cut a cloth with, nor thread to take stitches
There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye
And the harp with a woman's head nobody will buy and she began to cry

That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl
Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes
And where you get a jacket from God above knows
It's lucky for me lad, your daddy's in the ground
And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound

That was in the late fall when the winter came
I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name
I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play
And all the other little boys passed our way
Son said my mother come climb into my lap
And I'll chafe your little knees while you take a nap

And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more
Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor
I rocked, rocked, rocked to a mother goose rhyme
Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time
But there was I, a great boy and what would folks say
To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way

Men say the winter was bad that year
Fuel was scarce and food was dear
A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door
And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor
All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break
And the harp with a woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake

The night before Christmas I cried with the cold
I cried myself to sleep like a two year old
And in the deep night I felt my mother rise
And stare down upon me with love in her eyes
I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair
A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where

Looking nineteen and not a day older
And the harp with a woman's head leaned against her shoulder
Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings
Were weave, weave, weaving wonderful things
Many bright threads from where I couldn't see
Were running through the harp strings rapidly

And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands
I saw the web grow and the pattern expand
She wove a child's jacket and when it was done
She laid it on the floor and wove another one
She wove a red cloak so regal to see
She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me

She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that
She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat
She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse
She wove all night in the still cold house
She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke
But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke

But when I awoke, there sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older
A smile about her lips and a light about her head
And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead
And piled up beside her, toppling to the skies
Were the clothes of a king's son just my size 

It Will Stand
Composer(s): General Johnson
First release by: The Showmen - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



Rock Roll, Rock Roll

You take some music, music
Sweet flowin' music
Some movin' and groovin'
Rock and roll will stand

Take some heart beats drum beats
Finger poppin' and stompin' feet
Little dances that look so neat
You see why it will stand

Some folks don't understand it
That's why they don't demand it
They're out tryn' to end it
Forgive them for they know not what theyre doin'

Don't nick name it
You might as well claim it
It swept this whole wide land
Rock and roll forever will stand

Hear those sax blowin'
Sharp as lightnin'
Hear those drums beat
Loud as thunder

Some folks don't understand it
That's why they don't demand it
They're out tryin' to end it
Forgive them for they know not what they're doin'

Don't you rename it
You might as well claim it
It will be here for ever and ever
Ain't gonna fade
Never no never

It swept this whole wide land
Sinking deep in the heart of man
Come on boy join our clan
Come on boy take my hand
Come on boy be a man
'Cause rock and roll will stand

Let's do it all over again
I feel good let's do it again
It'll be here for ever and ever
Ain't gonna fade
Never, no never ...

Little Child (Daddy Dear)
Composer(s): Wayne Shanklin
Performer(s): Wes Montgomery
and multiple other artists



Daddy dear, tell me please, is the world really round?
Tell me where is the bluebird of happiness found?
Tell me why is the sky up above so blue?
And when you were a child did your daddy tell you
What becomes of the sun when it falls into the sea
And who lights it again bright as bright can be?
Tell me why can't I fly without wings through the skies?
Tell me why, Daddy dear, are there tears in your eyes?

Little one, little one, yes, the world's really round
And the bluebird you search for will surely be found
And the sky up above is so blue and clear so that
You'll see the bluebird if it should come near
And the sun doesn't fall when it slips out of sight
All it does is make way for the moon's pretty light
And if children could fly there'd be no need for birds
And I cry, little one, 'cause I'm touched by your words

Don't be sad, Daddy dear, if it's true the world's round
I will search 'round the world till the bluebird is found
Little one, there's no need to wander too far
For what you really seek is right here where you are
Show me where, Daddy dear, and here's what I will do
I will take the dear bluebird and give it to you
Dear, the bluebird's the love in your heart pure and true
And I found it the day heaven blessed me with you!" 

It Will Be My Day
(French Version: Je M'Voyais Déjà)
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Robert E. Morrison
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



At eighteen I grew restless for the city
I'd see its lights that beckoned from afar
I packed my dreams, assured I'd be successful
I'd sing my songs, I'd soon become a star

I needed clothes to make the right impression
I bought a suit, the finest tailor-made
Had an act, then designed, with the ladies in mind
Endure the debt I felt would be repaid

I dreamed I would be emblazoned in neon
The biggest, the best, above all the rest, wherever I'd play
I dreamed I would be acknowledged the greatest
The cream of the crop, it's good at the top, I was there to stay

The loveliest girls would gather around me
With photos to sign, they all would be mine for less than a smile
My curtain would cue, resounding ovations
Their deafening roar would ring out for more, I'd go off in style"

The older that I become, my features are ageing
My voice is still there, my gesture's precise, my talent would glow
At times I've had bitterness, for nothing has happened
I've struggled and strived, but never arrived, and I'm still unknown

And yet, yet I believe that my time is coming
If given the breaks, I've got what it takes to go all the way
Then under my feet the stage would be pulsing
Finally I'd be there in the spotlights glare, it would be my day

For thirty years it's been an endless circle
I've made the rounds, they always look the same
I sing my songs, but people seldom listen
They never care, for they don't know my name

To keep alive, I've played the third-rate bookings
I have no choice, I take what I can find
Sleazy clubs, little pay, easy girls, sleep all day
But in my dreams, I leave it far behind

I dreamed that I'll be relating the story
Of how I prevailed when I should have failed, in my quest for fame
I dreamed I would be enjoying my leisure
Taking life in stride, ladies at my side, wild from the game 

On opening night, I'll calmly be reading
The thousands of words from those who admire my standing alone
The stage light would dim, the moment would quicken
My heart in my throat, hearing the first note, I'd be on my own

I tried to find a gimmick, to lift me from darkness
I've sung about love, I've ?????? songs, a stale joke or two 
If everything fails and I'm left in the shadows
The fault isn't mine, I asked for a chance, but nothing came through

I have no one to thank, for no one has offered
To give me a hand, or take any stand, that's out of their way
But deep in my heart, I know, I know that I have it
And I'll get my due life and start anew, it will be my day

Baby's First Christmas
Composer(s): Benny Davis - Ted Murray
Performer(s): Connie Francis



Baby's First Christmas
It's baby's first Christmas
It's somethin' to see
Mommy and Daddy
Trimmin' baby's Christmas tree
Baby's big brother
Is busy with his toys
He's shinin' up the chimney
For Santa Claus!

It's baby's first Christmas
And oh, what a joy
Shopping all around
For every pretty toy
It's a very special Christmas
A blessing from above
It's baby's first Christmas
A Christmas full of love!

It's baby's first Christmas
And oh, what a joy
Shopping all around
For every pretty toy
It's a very special Christmas
A blessing from above
It's baby's first Christmas
A Christmas full of love! 

It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels
Composer(s): J.D. Miller
Performer(s): Kitty Wells
and multiple other artists



As I sit here tonight, the jukebox playing
The tune about the wild side of life
As I listen to the words you are saying 
It brings memories when I was a trusting wife

It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they're still single
That has caused many a good girl to go wrong

It's a shame that all the blame is on us women
It's not true that only you men feel the same
>From the start most every heart that's ever broken
Was because there always was a man to blame

It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they're still single
That has caused many a good girl to go wrong

Ay, Del Chiquirritín



Ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
metidito entre pajas
ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
queridito del alma

Por debajo del arco
del portalito
se descubre a María
José y el Niño

Ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
metidito entre pajas
ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
queridito del alma

Entre un buey y una mula
Dios ha nacido
y en un pobre pesebre
le han recogido

Ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
metidito entre pajas
ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
queridito del alma

No me mires airado
hijito mío
mírame con los ojos
que yo te miro

Ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
metidito entre pajas
ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
queridito del alma 

It Was Only The Wind
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall; Louise Scruggs
Performer(s): Lester Flatt; John Tomlin



She would sit by her window and gaze out
Down the road where her children had gone
One by one they left seeking their fortune
And left their old mother alone

Sometime late at night she would call me
Sir did I here a knock at the door
I would say it was only the wind man
Just as I had told her before

It's only the wind
Your children are not at the door
It's only the wind
The wind restless wind, nothing more

Sometime she would talk of her children
Of her son and her doughter so fair
She said they were much like the wild wind
They sometime neglected to care

One night I heard somebady knocking
But I saw as I went to the door
She was there in her chair by the window
Her eyes closesd in rest forever more

It's only the wind
Your children are not at the door
It's only the wind
The wind restless wind, nothing more

Away In A Manger
(French Version: Si Grande Est La Terre)
Composer(s): James Murray; John McFarland - 1887
Performer(s): Ken Griffin - 1959
and multiple other artists



Away in a manger, no crib for his bed
the little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky
And stay by my side until morning is nigh

Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care
And fit us for heaven, to live with thee there 

It Was Only A Sun Shower
Composer(s): Irving Kahal; Ted Snyder; Francis Wheeler
Performer(s): Annette Hanshaw
and multiple other artists



My lonesome clock'll 
Tick-tick-tock all through the day
When you're away
I'm blue, so blue! 
We quarreled, dear, but don't you fear
I'll soon return
You know you're yearning
I know you're yearning, too! 

Honey, don't you cry
Clouds are rolling by
The rainbow's in the sky
It was only a sun shower 

In the shelter of 
Sunny skies above 
We will live and love
It was only a sun shower

Now, why do we complain? 
We should be cheerful and gay
Tomorrow sun will shine again 
Although it's cloudy today
Love finds a way

So, honey don't be blue
We'll go smiling through
Forever
It was only a sun shower, sweetheart! 

Honey, don't you cry
Clouds are rolling by
The rainbow's in the sky
It was only a little sun shower

In the shelter of 
Sunny skies above 
We will live and love
It was only a little sun shower

Now, why do we complain? 
We should be cheerful and gay
Tomorrow sun will shine again 
Although it's cloudy today
Love finds a way

So, honey don't be blue
We'll go smiling through
Forever
It was only a sun shower, sweetheart!

Awake Before Sunrise
Performer(s): CW 'Bill' Bennett & David Dell



Awake before sunrise, before heat of day
Get ready for Christmas, we must be away
Come worship the Christ child, our shepherd, our head
The woolshed his dwelling, the wool bale his bed
The shepherds go muster, the dogs hunt away
With dust and the barking, it's shearing all day
A breather for smoko, a time to give pride
To Jesus our shepherd, our saviour and guide
On horseback, on hill top, creation below
God's beauty, our freedom, in Christ we may know

It Was Only A Gypsy
Composer(s): Jake Thackray
Performer(s): Jake Thackray



I am a handsome policeman 
I am bold and versatile
My wife is white and beautiful, with breasts of alabaster
When I hurry home to her, she whispers with a smile
"What did you do today, my big blue hero?"

"There was only a gypsy
A ragged, shaggy blackguard of a didicoy
Up to no good. I did what I should
A little physical persuasion and he passed on by"

But now I grow impatient to enjoy her juicy beauty
I surge to the rising rhythms of those breasts of alabaster
"No," she cries, "pray tell me what you did today on duty
Tell me more about this hairy gypsy!"

"It was only a gypsy
A ragged, shaggy blackguard of a didicoy 
Up to no good 
I did what I should
A little physical persuasion and he passed on by"

"But tell me, pretty darling, will you tell me, in your turn
Who placed those fresh wild flowers in your breasts of alabaster?
And when you smile, between your teeth, still wedged, do I discern
A sprig of whisker from another's moustache?"

"It was only a gypsy", she sighed
"A ragged, shaggy blackguard of a didicoy
Up to no good 
I did what I could 
A little physical persuasion and he passed on by

It was only a gypsy boy
A ragged, shaggy blackguard of a didicoy-oy-oy
Up to no good 
I did what I could
A little physical persuasion and he passed on by"

Between her breasts a hedgerow nosegay
In between her teeth a tell-tale whisker
The house is full of clothes-pegs

Auld Lang Syne
Composer(s): Robert Burns (Traditional) - 1797
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians - 1939
and multiple other artists



Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintaince be forgot
And auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

And surely you'll be your pint stowp
And surely I'll be mine
And we'll drink a richt guid willy waught
For auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine
But we've wandered monie a wearie fit'
Since auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

We twa hae paidled in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas a'tween us braid hae roared
Since auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

And here's a hand my trusty fere
And gie's a hand o' thine
And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne