It's The Same Old Dream
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Jule Styne
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



I can see a steeple - surrounded by people
Oh how real it all starts to seem
Just as the choir is singing - my alarm starts ringing
It's the same old dream

And then my thoughts inspire - a scene by the fire
In a cottage close by a stream
I know it all by heart now - we're about to part now
It's the same old dream

If you but knew
How many times I pretend - that I'm with you
I'm sure your heart would unbend - you'd see me through
Until my dream had a happy ending

And I can picture clearly - the things I love dearly
In the center you reign supreme
We kiss and I discover - I'm a lonesome lover
It's the same old dream

Es Kommt Ein Schiff Geladen
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Prinzen
and multiple other artists



Es kommt ein Schiff, geladen
bis an seinen höchsten Bord
Trägt Gottes Sohn voll Gnaden
des Vaters ewigs Wort

Das Schiff steht still im Triebe
es trägt ein teure Last
das Segel ist die Liebe
der Heilig Geist der Mast

Der Anker haft´auf Erden
und das Schiff ist am Land
Gottes Wort tut uns Fleisch werden
der Sohn ist uns gesandt

Zu Bethlehem geboren
im Stall ein Kindelein
gibt sich für uns verloren
gelobet muß es sein

Und wer dies Kind mit Freuden
küssen, umfangen will
der muß vor mit ihm leiden
groß Pein und Marter viel

darnach, mit ihm auch sterben
und geistlich auferstehn
ewigs Leben zu erben
wie an ihm ist geschehn

It's Time
Composer(s): G. Chadd; Jim Crichton; Ian Crichton; Steve Negus; Michael Sadler
Performer(s): Saga



Large and tall ones, short and small ones
Working 'round a frame
The pieces fit so perfectly
Like some large metal game
The time draws near, and with it fear
All senses a new kind
I'll not look back, on watered thoughts
Rearranging mine
It's time!
This time!
Make me now!
It's time!
This time!
Change me now!
The book has said, that all the plans
Would be well within my reach
And here things were
Even larger than I'd reamed
This metal gift, a perfect shift
From the art of being kind
I'll not look back, on tired thoughts
And all those changing minds
It's time!
This time!
Make me now!
It's time!
This time!
Change me now!

Es Ist Ein' Ros'
Composer(s): Johannes Brahms
Performer(s): Trinity College Choir, Cambridge



Es ist ein Ros entsprungen
aus einer Wurzel zart
wie uns die Alten sungen
von Jesse kam die Art
und hat ein Blümlein bracht
mitten im kalten Winter
wohl zu der halben Nacht

Das Röslein, das ich meine
davon Jesaia sagt 
ist Maria die reine
die uns das Blümlein bracht'
Aus Gottes ew'gem Rat       
hat sie ein Kind geboren    
und blieb ein reine Magd

Das Blümelein so kleine
das duftet uns so süß
mit seinem hellen Scheine
vertreibt's die Finsternis
Wahr' Mensch und wahrer Gott
hilft uns aus allem Leide
rettet von Sünd und Tod

It's The Talk Of The Town
Composer(s): Jerry Livingston; Marty Symes; Al J. Neiburg
First release by: Glen Gray & The Casa Loma Orch. - 1933
Covered by multiple other artists



We were more than lovers
We were more than sweethearts
It's so hard to understand

Don't know why it happened
Don't know how it started
Why should we be strangers
After all we planned

I can't show my face
Can't go anyplace
People stop an' stare
It's so hard to bear
Everybody knows you left me
It's the talk of the town . . .
 
Every time we meet
My heart skips a beat
We don't stop to speak
'Though it's just a week
Everybody knows you left me
It's the talk of the town . . .
 
We send out invitations
To friends and relations
Announcing our weddin' day
Friends and our relations
Gave congratulations
How can you face them?
What can you say?
 
Let's make up sweetheart
We can't stay apart
Don't let foolish pride
Keep you from my side
How can love like ours be ended?
It's the talk of the town . . .
  
How can you face them?
What can you say?
 
Let's make up sweetheart
We can't stay apart
Don't let foolish pride
Keep you from my side
How can love like ours be ended?
It's the talk of the town . . . hmm
 
It's the talk of the town

Twee Rode Rozen
Performer(s): Tina Rosita



Twee rode rozen en twee gebroken harten 
Ja dat is alles wat bleef van jou en mij
Twee rode rozen en twee gebroken harten
Want onze liefde was veel te snel voorbij
 
Twee mooie jaren dat wij gelukkig waren
Jij gaf me al jouw liefde
Jij gaf me al je trouw
Toen moest je strijden 
Een ver vreemd land bevrijden
Je bent niet terug gekomen
Slechts een brief gehuld in 't zwart
Twee rode rozen en twee gebroken harten
Ja onze liefde was veel te snel voorbij

Twee rode rozen en twee gebroken harten 
Ja dat is alles wat bleef van jou en mij
Twee rode rozen en twee gebroken harten
Want onze liefde was veel te snel voorbij

It's The Same The Whole World Over (aka She Was Poor, But She Was Honest)
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Billy Bennett



She was poor, but she was honest
Though she came from 'umble stock
And an honest heart was beating
Underneath her tattered frock

'Eedless of 'er Mother's warning
Up to London she 'ad gone
Yearning for the bright lights gleaming
'Eedless of temp-ta-shy-on

But the rich man saw her beauty
She knew not his base design
And he took her to a hotel
And bought her a small port wine

Then the rich man took 'er ridin'
Wrecker of poor women's souls
But the Devil was the chauffeur
As she rode in his Royce Rolls

In the rich man's arms she fluttered
Like a bird with a broken wing
But he loved 'er and he left 'er
Now she hasn't got no ring

It's the same the whole world over
It's the poor what gets the blame
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
Ain't it all a bloomin' shame?

Time has flown, outcast and helpless
In the street she stands and says
While the snowflakes fall around 'er
"Won't you buy my bootlaces?"

See him riding in a carriage
Past the gutter where she stands
He has made a stylish marriage
While she wrings her ringless hands

See him there at the theatre
In the front row with the best
While the girl that he has ruined
Entertains a sordid guest

See 'er on the bridge at midnight
She says "Farewell, blighted love"
There's a scream, a splash......Good 'eavens!
What is she a-doing of?

So they dragged 'er from the river
Water from 'er clothes they wrung
They all thought that she was drownded
But the corpse got up and sung

It's the same the whole world over
It's the poor what gets the blame
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
Ain't it all a bloomin' shame?

Tu Sens La Menthe
Composer(s): Eugène Joullot - Félix Mortreuil - Charles Borel-Clerc
Performer(s): Dranem



D'chez l'coiffeur sortant l'autre semaine
Où je m'étais fait raser le menton
Dans la rue je rencontre une ancienne
Qui m'embrasse et me dit tu sens bon
Moi très flatté du compliment
Je lui réponds fort galamment

Pétronille tu sens la menthe
Tu sens la pastille de menthe
Tu sens la menthe pastillée
Entortillée dans du papier

Papier papier papier mâché

Le soir même de mon hyménée
Quand l'cérémonial fut fini
Ma femm' me dit très emballée
Une heure avant de se mettre au lit
Je sens que j't'adore mon gros chéri
C'est pas ça qu' tu sens que j'y dis

Pétronille tu sens la menthe
Tu sens la pastille de menthe
Tu sens la menthe pastillée
Entortillée dans du papier

Papier papier papier vergé

Sous le balcon de son idole
Guitare en mains plume au chapeau
Plein d'une insouciance folle
Soupirait le beau Roméo
Le tendre amant qui s'emballait
Comme une baleine lui gueulait

Pétronille tu sens la menthe
Tu sens la pastille de menthe
Tu sens la menthe pastillée
Entortillée dans du papier

Papier papier papier graissé

Ce matin j'rencontre ma cousine
Elle avait un air tout changé
Je lui dis tu n'as pas bonne mine
Elle me répond je viens de me purger
Je dois sentir les pois d'senteur
Non j'lui réplique mon joli cœur

Pétronille tu sens la menthe
Tu sens la pastille de menthe
Tu sens la menthe pastillée
Entortillée dans du papier

Papier papier papier percé

It's The Same Old Song
((French Version: C'est La Même Chanson (Claude François) - 1971))
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier - Brian Holland - Eddie Holland
First release by: Four Tops - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists



You're sweet as a honey bee
But like a honey bee stings
You've gone and left my heart in pain
All you left is our favourite song
The one we danced to all night long
It used to bring sweet memories
Of a tender love that used to be

Now it's the same old song
But with a different meaning
Since you been gone
It's the same old song
But with a different meaning
Since you been gone

A sentimental fool am I
to hear a old love song
And want to cry
But the melody keeps haunting me
Reminding me how in love we used to be
Keep hearing the part that used to touch my heart
Saying together forever
Breaking up never

It's the same old song
But with a different meaning
Since you been gone
It's the same old song
But with a different meaning 
Since you been gone

Precious memories keep lingering on
Every time I hear our favourite song
Now you're gone
Left this emptiness
I only reminiscence
The happiness we spent
We used to dance on the music
Make romance through the music

It's the same old song
But with a different meaning
Since you been gone
It's the same old song
But with a different meaning
Since you been gone

It's the same old song
But with a different meaning
Since you been gone
It's the same old song
But with a different meaning
Since you been gone

Tu M'apportais Des Fleurs
Composer(s): A. & M. Bergman - Neil Diamond - Eddy Marnay 
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu



Tu m'apportais des fleurs tu ne m'en offre plus
Tu ne m'accueilles plus comme avant
Lorsque j'ouvre la porte le soir en rentrant

Je me souviens quand
Tu m'éveillais chaque nuit tu me parlais en ami
Mais plus rien n'est pareil et souvent
Tu éteins la lampe un peu plus tôt qu'avant
Et sans dire un seul mot tu dors loin de moi
Mais tu m'apportais des fleurs autrefois

C'était des fleurs si naturelles
Quand on s'aimait pour toujours
Mais quand le temps porte l'amour
Il emporte les fleurs et les tue en un jour

Aujourd'hui je me souviens tu voulais m'apprendre
M'apprendre à chanter et m'apprendre à sourire
J'ai appris à t'aimer j'ai appris à mentir
Mais je n'ai pas appris à me priver de toi
Car tu m'apportais des fleurs autrefois

Mais je n'ai pas appris à me priver de toi
Car tu voulais me garder tu vivais près de moi
Tu m'apportais des fleurs autrefois

C'est La Même Chanson
((Adapted from: It's The Same Old Song (Four Tops) - 1965))
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier - Brian Holland - Eddie Holland - Claude François - Colette Rivat
Performer(s): Claude François - 1971



Ces mots là, ça parait trop simple
Mais ils sont vrais et puis c'est mon histoire
Oui ces mots là et un peu de musique
Et c'est la chanson que tout le monde
Peut chanter un soir
Et ce soir cette mélodie
Me rappelle un amour qui vivait autrefois

Oui, c'est la même chanson
Mais la différence c'est que toi tu n'es plus là
Oui, c'est la même chanson
Mais la différence c'est que toi tu ne l'entends pas

Je suis vraiment fou d'écouter cette chanson
Et de pleurer tout seul comme un idiot
Mais elle me poursuit inlassablement
Me rappelant le temps où tout me semblait beau
Nous avons dansé des nuits entières
On s'aimait pour toujours
Mais ça c'était hier

Oui, c'est la même chanson
Mais la différence c'est que toi tu n'es plus là
Oui, c'est la même chanson
Mais la différence c'est que toi tu ne l'entends pas

Toutes ces choses, j'ai voulu te les dire
Pour que tu saches combien tu m'as rendu heureux
Bien sur j'ai souffert, j'ai même cru en mourir
Mais ça valait la peine, c'était merveilleux
On dansait sur cette musique
On a fait l'amour sur cette musique

Oui, c'est la même chanson
Mais la différence c'est que toi tu n'es plus là
Oui, c'est la même chanson
Mais la différence c'est que toi tu ne l'entends pas

Non, non, tu ne l'entends plus
Mais c'est la même chanson
Mais la différence c'est que toi tu n'es plus là
C'est la même chanson
Mais la différence c'est que toi tu ne l'entends pas
Oui, c'est la même chanson ...

Tramp, Tramp, Tramp
Composer(s): Victor Herbert - Rida Johnson Young - Gus Kahn
Performer(s): Orville Harrold
and multiple other artists



Tramp, tramp, tramp along the highway
Tramp, tramp, tramp, the road is free
Blazing trails along the byway
For men of war are we

Tramp, tramp, tramp now clear the roadway
Room, room, room, the world is free
We're planters and canuts
Virginians and Kentucks
Captain Dick's Own Infantry
Captain Dick's Own Infantry

(Tramp, tramp, tramp now clear the roadway)
(Tramp, tramp, tramp the world is free)
We're planters and canuts
Virginians and Kentucks
Captain Dick's Own Infantry
Captain Dick's Own Infantry

We've ranged o'er the North in the winter
We've answered the call of the wild
We've heard the wolf calling
When night time was falling
And burning logs higher we piled
We've fought for our scalps with the Indians
We've waded in blood to the knee
We've laughed at all dangers
We're known as the Rangers
All good soldiers and fighters are we

Tramp, tramp, tramp along the highway
Tramp, tramp, tramp, the road is free
Blazing trails along the byway
For men of war are we
Tramp, tramp, tramp now clear the roadway
Room, room, room the world is free
We're planters and canuts
Virginians and Kentucks
Captain Dick's Own Infantry
Captain Dick's Own Infantry

(Tramp, tramp, tramp along the highway)
(Tramp, tramp, tramp, the road is free)
(Blazing trails along the byway)
(Soldiers of war are we)
(Oh,Tramp, tramp, tramp now clear the roadway)
(Room, room, room the world is free)
(We're planters and canuts)
(Virginians and Kentucks)
(Captain Dick's Own Infantry)
(Captain Dick's Own Infantry)

We're planters and canuts
Virginians and Kentucks
Captain Dick's Own Infantry
Captain Dick's Own Infantry

It's The Same Old Shillelagh
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Pat White
and multiple other artists



Sure it's the same old shillelagh
Me father brought from Ireland
And divil a man prouder than He
As he walked with it in his hand
He'd lead the band on Paddy's Day
And twirle it round his mitt
And divil a bit we'd laught at it
Or Dad would have a fit
Sure with the same old shillelagh
Me father could lick a dozen men
As fast as they'd get up be gorry
He'd knock'em down again
And many's the time he used it on me
To make me understand
The same old shillelagh
Me father brought from Ireland

Ein Kleiner Weisser Schneemann
((Adapted from: The One Horse Open Sleigh - 1857; Jingle Bells (Edison Male Quartette) - 1898))
Composer(s): James Pierpont - Werner Twardy
Performer(s): Roy Black - 1968

Versions In Other Languages:
1960 - Vive Le Vent (Dalida)
1973 - Jingle Bells (Will Tura)




Ein kleiner weißer Schneemann
der steht vor meiner Tür
ein kleiner weißer Schneemann
der stand gestern noch nicht hier
und neben dran der Schlitten
der lädt uns beide ein
zur aller ersten Schlittenfahrt
ins Märchenland hinein

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
klingt es weit und breit
Schön ist eine Schlittenfahrt
im Winter wenn es schneit
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
klingt es weit und breit
Mach' mit mir 'ne Schneeballschlacht
der Winter steht bereit!

Er kam auf leisen Sohlen
ganz über Nacht
hat heimlich und verstohlen
den ersten Schnee gebracht

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
klingt es weit und breit
Hell erstrahlt die ganze Welt
im weißen, weißen Kleid
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
klingt es weit und breit
Christkind geht durch den Winterwald
denn bald ist Weihnachtszeit

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
klingt es weit und breit...

It's The Pretty Things You Say
Composer(s): Alfred Bryan; Ted Snyder



You ask the reason why I love but you
Little girl of mine
And would you believe me if I told you true
Little girl divine!
There's a thousand reasons why I love you so
But I can't tell why
But you've asked the question and you want to know
So I'll try, try, try

All the stars shine brighter, little girl of mine
If you're only nigh
And your eyes shine brighter than the stars that shine
Can you tell me why? 
Tell me why I'm happy when your voice I hear? 
Why your eyes are blue? 
Then I'll tell the reason why I love you dear
Only you, you, you!

It's the pretty things you say, dear
And the pretty things you do
It's the pretty smiles you smile, dear
And your pretty eyes of blue
it's the pretty look you give me 
When I ask you to be true
It's the very pretty girl you are
That's why I am so fond of you

Ton Absence
Composer(s): Yves Duteil
Performer(s): Yves Duteil



Comme une bouffée de chagrin
Ton visage ne dit plus rien
Je t'appelle et tu ne viens pas
Ton absence est entrée chez moi

C'est un grand vide au fond de moi
Tout ce bonheur qui n'est plus là
Si tu savais quand il est tard
Comme je m'ennuie de ton regard

C'est le revers de ton amour
La vie qui pèse un peu plus lourd
Comme une marée de silence
Qui prend ta place et qui s'avance

C'est ma main sur le téléphone
Maintenant qu'il n'y a plus personne
Ta photo sur la cheminée
Qui dit que tout est terminé

Tu nous disais qu'on serait grands
Mais je découvre maintenant
Que chacun porte sur son dos
Tout son chemin comme un fardeau

Les souvenirs de mon enfance
Les épreuves et les espérances
Et cette fleur qui s'épanouit sur le silence...
Ton absence

Je dors blotti dans ton sourire
Entre le passé, l'avenir
Et le présent qui me retient
De te rejoindre un beau matin

Dans ce voyage sans retour
Je t'ai offert tout mon amour
Même en s'usant l'âme et le corps
On peut aimer bien plus encore

Bien sûr, là-haut de quelque part
Tu dois m'entendre ou bien me voir
Mais se parler c'était plus tendre
On pouvait encore se comprendre

Mon enfance a pâli, déjà
Ce sont des gestes d'autrefois
Sur des films et sur des photos
Tu es partie tellement trop tôt

Je suis resté sur le chemin
Avec ma vie entre les mains
À ne plus savoir comment faire
Pour avancer vers la lumière

Il ne me reste au long des jours
En souvenir de ton amour
Que cette fleur qui s'épanouit sur le silence...
Ton absence

It’s The Bluest Kind Of Blues (My Baby Sings)
Composer(s): Django Rheinhart; Williams
Performer(s): Denny Dennis



It’s the bluest kind of blues, my baby sings
It’s the newest kind of blues, my baby sings
It’s the kind that makes you sigh
It’s the kind that makes you cry
Doing something to my poor heart
Like a soft lullaby

It’s the bluest kind of blues, my baby sings
It’s the truest kind of blues, my baby brings
Always on my mind, awake or a-sleeping
It’s the bluest kind of blues, my baby sings

Always on my mind, awake or a-sleeping
It’s the bluest kind of blues my baby sings

Early Christmas Morning
Composer(s): Cyndi Lauper - Jan Pulsford
Performer(s): Cyndi Lauper; Chatterton Elementary School Choir



Listen to the children sing
Watch them dancing all 'round the Christmas tree
Waiting for the opening
Early Christmas morning

All around the world is sleeping
Little children there's no peeping
Wait and see what Santa's bringing
Early Christmas morning

Icicles and breakfast cakes
Friends and family we will celebrate
Sounds that joy and laughter make
Early Christmas morning

All around and far off places
Angels waken smiling faces
Wrapping us with love and graces
Early Christmas morning
Early Christmas morning

Silver And Gold
Composer(s): Carl Perkins; Stan Perkins; Gregg Perkins
Performer(s): Dolly Parton



Well, I met an old man walkin' down the street
His clothes were torn and tattered
With sandals on his feet
And I stopped to help him
And lend him a hand
He said, I love you so much
But you must understand

Silver and gold might buy you a home
But things of this world
They won't last you long
And time has a way of turning us old
And time can't be bought back with silver and gold

And he said to me, let's rest for awhile
For I have some good news to share with you, child
He said, you can't change this old world
The people need to know
That a dear savior died here
A long, long time ago

Silver and gold might buy you a home
But things of this world
They won't last you long
And time has a way of turning us old
And time can't be bought back with silver and gold

His eyes shown like diamonds
And his smile was heaven sent
His hair was long and flowing
And his back was slightly bent
And I knew he knew it
For that day I changed
As I watched him walk on
I forgot to get his name

He said, silver and gold can't buy you a home
When this life has ended
And your time is gone
But you can live in a world where
You'll never grow old
And things can't be bought there with silver and gold

And time can't be bought back with silver and gold 

Driving Home For Christmas
((Dutch Version: Onderweg Naar Kerstmis (Wim De Craene) - 1989))
Composer(s): Chris Rea
First release by: Chris Rea - 1988



I'm driving home for Christmas
Oh, I can't wait to see those faces
I'm driving home for Christmas, yea
Well I'm moving down that line
And it's been so long
But I will be there
I sing this song
To pass the time away
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
It's gonna take some time
But I'll get there
Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights on the run
But soon there'll be a freeway
Get my feet on holy ground

So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
I am driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories

I take look at the driver next to me
He's just the same
Just the same

Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights on the run
I'm driving home for Christmas, yea
Get my feet on holy ground
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get trough
And feel you near me
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories