Sainte Canaille
Composer(s): Pierre Cour
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Petite Sainte Nitouche
Tu viens sur ma bouche
Chercher ton plaisir
Mais tu t'effarouches
Quand ma main te touche
Pour te retenir
Tu joues et tu ruses
Ce que tu t'amuses
De mon désarroi
Et puis soudain grise
Te voilà soumise
Au creux de mes bras

Petite Sainte Coquette
Tu veux que la fête
Dure jusqu'au jour
Tu fais l'innocente
Pour mieux que j'invente
Des jeux à l'amour
Tu mords et tu griffes
Et tu te rebiffes
Pour t'apaiser mieux
Et pour plus de charme
Tu cherches une larme
Au bord de tes yeux

Petite Sainte Canaille
Garde ta médaille
Autour de ton cou
Tout le reste sombre
Quelque part dans l'ombre
Jeté n'importe où
Savoir si je t'aime
C'est ton seul problème
Tu n'en sauras rien
Car le jour éclate
Et comme une chatte
Tu t'endors si bien

If I Were Father Christmas
Composer(s): Harry Hemsley
Performer(s): Harry Hemsley



If I were Father Christmas, and through the park should pass
I'd alter all the "please keep off" to "please keep on" the grass
And "do not pick the flowers", this notice makes me wild
I'd alter it to "help yourself"
These flowers are yours my child

If I were Father Christmas, I'd hit upon a scheme
To make all nasty medicines, taste just like lovely cream
The pills would taste like bulls-eyes, and castor-oil would smell
And taste like lovely honey, and
You'd long to be unwell

If I were Father Christmas, I'd look around for me
And load myself with heaps of toys, not merely two or three
Lots of aeroplanes, and cycles, and boats and ships a fleet
Some railway trains and motor cars
And heaps of tuck to eat

Saint Valentine 
Composer(s): Joe Ely; Will Sexton
Performer(s): Joe Ely



Saint Valentine drove a red Continental
With a headlight out and a dent in the side
He said it wasn't his; it was only a rental
But he drove it every single night

Saint Valentine wore shades and a Cowboy Hat
He looked straight outa Lonesome Dove
You never saw his eyes but you knew down deep inside
He was longin for a long lost love

The Origional Lover had a broken heart
To the ground his blood did flow
And for every drop that fell to the earth
A red, red rose did grow

Saint Valentine ate pizza every Monday night
And chased it with Johnny Walker Black
The waitresses would stare but he just didn't care
He just wanted his lover back

Saint Valentine wore a t-shirt of the Virgin Madonna
With the sleeves cut out and a tear through the heart
He wore it like a shield to protect his pride and honor
He was tired of livin' so far apart

The Origional Lover had a broken heart
To the ground his blood did flow
And for every drop that fell to the earth
A red, red rose did grow

Saint Valentine would Circle the Shoppin' Center Mall
With his radio wailin' the Blues
He'd park outside the door of the Video Store
Like he was one of the chosen few

Saint Valentine drove a red Continental
With a headlight out and a dent in the side
He swore it wasn't real; it was only mental
But he drove it every single night

If I Get Home On Christmas Day
Composer(s): Tony Macaulay
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



If I get home on Christmas day
I won't need soft words to say
I'll miss you and I can stay a while
You'll see it in my eyes and when I smile

If I get home before midnight
While you're still sleeping tight
I'll take you in my arms and there you'll stay
If I get home on Christmas day

Writing letters everyday
Never really seem to say
The way I feel deep in this heart of mine
Thought I'm half a world away
If we're patient and we pray
Know I'll get my chance with you this time

If I get home on Christmas day
I won't need soft words to say
I'll miss you and I can stay a while
You'll see it in my eyes and when I smile

If I get home before midnight
While you're still sleeping tight
I'll take you in my arms and there you'll stay
If I get home on Christmas day
I'll take you in my arms and there you'll stay
If I get home on Christmas day

S'Aimer Sous La Pluie
Composer(s): Joe Dassin; Pierre Delanoë
First release by: Joe Dassin - 1973



Quelle bonne idée d'avoir fait du feu
Qu'on est bien quand il pleut
Avec une bonne discothèque
Bien au sec
Tous les deux

Ça clapotte sur le toit
Dam, dam, dam
Dans la rue, les bonshommes
Ont l'air de sortir du bain
Ou bien d'un acquarium

Nous devrions avoir pitié
De ceux qui vont éternuer, dans leur lit
Mais le gazon est tout content
Les petites fleurs des champs sont ravies

C'est bon de s'aimer sous la pluie
Du moment qu'on est à l'abri
C'est bon de s'aimer pour la vie
Sous la pluie

C'est bon de fumer près de toi
Et de paresser comme un chat
De laisser chanter ma guitare
Dans le noir

Les escargots, les grenouilles, les canards
Dans les bois, dans les mares
Organisent des meetings
Chez les cygnes on se marre

Et la pauvre méteo
Dam, dam, dam
Que le ciel lui pardonne
Elle avait prévu un temps épattant
Pauvre Pan

On ne voit plus la Tour Eiffel
Les demoiselles dans les hôtels se replient
Nous on ferme la télé
On regarde passer les parapluies

C'est bon de s'aimer sous la pluie
Du moment qu'on est à l'abri
C'est bon de s'aimer pour la vie
Sous la pluie

D'écouter chanter les goutières
De voir s'en aller vers la mer
De petits ruisseaux qui vont faire
Des rivières.

Qu'on est bien ici...
Ecoute la pluie...
Le chant de la pluie...

If Every Day Was Like Christmas
Composer(s): Red West
Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
and various other artists



I hear the bells
Saying Christmas is near
They ring out to tell the world
That this is the season of cheer

I hear a choir
Singing sweetly somewhere
And a glow fills my heart
I'm at peace with the world
As the sound of their singing fills the air

Oh why can't every day be like Christmas
Why can't that feeling go on endlessly
For if everyday could be just like Christmas
What a wonderful world this would be

I hear a child
Telling Santa what to bring
And the smile upon his tiny face
Is worth more to me than anything

S'Aimer
Composer(s): Jean-Michel Beriat; Jean-Pierre Goussaud
Performer(s): Dalida



S'aimer c'est une chance qui passe quelquefois
On chavire en silence le cœur au bout des doigts
Tout devient irréel comme un soir de Noël
S'aimer c'est une lettre qu'on écrit tous les soirs
C'est mille kilomètres pour trois secondes d'espoir
S'aimer c'est un emblème s'aimer c'est dire je t 'aime
S'aimer c'est une folie qui me tourne la tête
S'aimer c'est infini c'est comme les planètes

S'aimer, s'aimer
Dans le désert ou sous la pluie
S'aimer, s'aimer
C'est une guerre sans ennemi

Et s'envoler vers le désir aux limites du délire
S'aimer, s'aimer
Pour ne plus souffrir

S'aimer c'est un soleil qui change tout en bleu
Quand la nuit se réveille pour faire danser nos yeux
C'est partir sans bagages sans laisser de messages
S'aimer c'est une folie qui me tourne la tête
S'aimer c'est infini c'est comme les planètes

S'aimer, s'aimer
Dans le désert ou sous la pluie
S'aimer, s'aimer
C'est une guerre sans ennemi

Et s'envoler vers le désir aux limites du délire
S'aimer, s'aimer
Pour ne plus souffrir

S'aimer, s'aimer
Pour ne pas mourir

I'd Like To Hitch A Ride With Santa Claus
Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James Van Heusen
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters;
and various other artists



I'd like to hitch a ride with Santa Claus
Oh, wouldn't that be something to see?
I'd like to hitch a ride with Santa Claus
Dodging the clouds, waving at crowds
I'd crack the whip if people watched the weather vanes
Or checking on the tank, I'd help him with the bag
Or maybe I could handle the reigns

I'd like to hitch a ride with Santa Cluas
Oh, wouldn't they be jealous of me?
You couldn't say I ran away because
After we roam, he'll drive me home
And when they see me Christmas morning
What'll they say with the love of your life
There goes the girl who road with Santa Claus last night

I'd crack the whip if people watched the weather vanes
Or checking on the tank, I'd help him with the bag
Or maybe I could handle the reigns

I'd like to hitch a ride with Santa Cluas
Oh, wouldn't they be jealous of me?
You couldn't say I ran away because
After we roam, he'll drive me home
And when they see me Christmas morning
What'll they say with the love of your life
There goes the girl who road with Santa Claus last night
Last night
Last night
Santa Claus

Sails Of Silver
Composer(s): Tim Hart; Johnson; Rick Kemp; Peter Knight; Nigel Pegrum; Maddy Prior
Performer(s): Steeleye Span



Fair maid in a garden, walking alone
What is it makes her to weep and to moan?
I am as a tall sailing ship out on the sea
Where only long breezes reach out to me

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

Fair maid in a garden, how can it be?
Eyes staring seaward and what does she see?
A mast of the tall rowan tree, ropes of fine silk,
Decks holystoned shining whiter than milk.

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone ...

I Wouldn't Trade Christmas
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Jimmy Van Heusen
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



I wouldn't trade Christmas, no no, never would I
Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best
I wouldn't trade Christmas, no no, never would I
Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best
It's time for the hollys of fun, and the folly or all of that jolly jazz
The people are glowing, the sand is now howing, each window is showing it has
All the latest in choicing, the daddy invoicing and all that razzle that does
But I wouldn't trade Christmas 
Wouldn't trade Christmas for New Year's Day, Thanksgiving, Holloween and the rest 
Christmas we love you the best
I wouldn't trade, no, no, never would I 
Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best
The traffic gets poky, the turkey gets smoky, and all of that holy stuff
The people are shopping for things they'll be swapping like filigree boxes of snuff
Though you pour the hot toddy, to force everybody, though half of the toddy's enough
I wouldn't trade Christmas 
Wouldn't trade Christmas for Father's Day or Mother's, Valentine, and the rest 
Christmas we love you the best
The jingle fell jingle you feel the old tingle, you buy the first single scene
The idea is clever but subways will never quite handle that huge evergreen
And the old office party, with Stanley and Molly keep drinking until they turn green
But I wouldn't trade Christmas 
Wouldn't trade Christmas for Labor Day, or Easter, Washington and the rest 
Christmas we love you the best

I Won't Decorate Your Christmas Tree
Composer(s): Loretta Lynn; Barbara Cummings;
Bob Cummings; Iva Cummings
Performer(s): Loretta Lynn



Well I wrote to Santa just today 
I told him I don't plan to stay
Cause you've been bad 
Yes, you've been treatin' me wrong
So listen to me here's Christmas cheers 
Because you won't be with me here
I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year

You can stay out there to toast and 
Cheer with all of your friends
Don't hang on me a bein' here 
When you come back again
Your bags are burnt out and your fancy don't shine 
I just won't be a waitin' this time
I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year

Well I won't be here this Christmas Day 
I wouldn't give a present anyway
But have a good time and 
Don't be concerned about me
I'm going back to my mom and dad 
They love me more than you ever had
I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year

You can stay out there...
No I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year

I Wonder As I Wander
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Jo Stafford;
and various other artists



I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die. 
For poor on'ry people like you and like I... 
I wonder as I wander out under the sky 

When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
But high from God's heaven a star's light did fall
And the promise of ages it then did recall

If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky, or a bird on the wing
Or all of God's angels in heav'n for to sing
He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King

Shchedryk
((English Version: Carol Of The Bells (Harry Simeone Chorale) - 1959))
Composer(s): Mikola Leontovich - Peter Wilhousky
Performer(s): Mykola Dmytrovych - 1936



Shchedryk shchedryk, shchedrivochka
pryletila lastivochka
stala sobi shchebetaty
hospodarya vyklykaty
"Vyydy, vyydy, hospodaryu
podyvysya na kosharu
tam ovechky pokotylys’
a yahnychky narodylys’
V tebe tovar ves’ khoroshyy
budesh’ maty mirku hroshey
V tebe tovar ves’ khoroshyy
budesh’ maty mirku hroshey
khoch ne hroshey, to polova
v tebe zhinka chornobrova"
Shchedryk shchedryk, shchedrivochka
pryletila lastivochka

Sailor Boys
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour & Liza Minnelli



My early years were years of joy
My parents taught me that in pride
But then I met a handsome boy
Who took my childhood in his stride

A golden youth of careless whim
Who once upon a summer's day
Persuaded me to lay with him
And stole my innocence away

Sailor boys, I wait beside the harbour gate
I'm here in sunshine and snow
For lonely boys and eager boys
For boys with nowhere to go

I raise my arms to greet you home
To give you shelter
From the wild winds of the sea
Sailor boys, come and sail with me

In attic bedrooms high above
The world of ordinary men
The golden boy and I made love
For love was all that mattered then

There in the hollows of his bed
He took my passion and my pride
And swore by heaven overhead
That he would love me till he died

Sailor boys, I wait beside the harbour gate
I'm here in sunshine and snow
For lonely boys and eager boys
For boys with nowhere to go

I raise my arms to greet you home
To give you shelter
From the wild winds of the sea
Sailor boys, come and sail with me

He disappeared without a trace
Perhaps he ran away to sea
I should have known he couldn't face
The child that grew inside of me

And now I soothe with lullabies
The golden girl he'll never know
She has his bold and restless eyes
But only mine will see her grow

Sailor boys, I wait beside the harbour gate
I'm here in sunshine and snow
For lonely boys and eager boys
For boys with nowhere to go

I raise my arms to greet you home
To give you shelter
From the wild winds of the sea
Sailor boys, come and sail with me

Sailor boys, I wait beside the harbour gate
I'm here in sunshine and snow
For lonely boys and eager boys
For boys with nowhere to go

I raise my arms to greet you home
To give you shelter
From the wild winds of the sea
Sailor boys, come and sail with me

I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday
Composer(s): Roy Wood
First release by: Wizzard - 1973



Oh when the snowman brings the snow
Oh well he just might like to know
He's put a great big smile on somebody's face
If you jump into your bed
And you cover up your head
Don't you lock the doors
You know that sweet Santa Claus is on the way
Well I wish it could be Christmas everyday
When the kids start singing and the band begins to play
Oh I wish it could be Christmas everyday
Let the bells ring out for Christmas
When we're skating in the park
If the storm cloud paints it dark
Then your rosy cheeks are gonna light my merry way
Now the frosticals appeared
And they've frozen up my beard
And so we'll lie by the fire
Til the sleep simply melts them all away
Well I wish it could be Christmas everyday
When the kids start singing and the band begins to play
Oh I wish it could be Christmas everyday
Let the bells ring out for Christmas
Well I wish it could be Christmas everyday
When the kids start singing and the band begins to play
Oh I wish it could be Christmas everyday
Let the bells ring out for Christmas
Why don't you give your love, it's Christmas
When the snowman brings the snow
When the snowman brings the snow
When the snowman brings the snow
When the snow ...

Sailor - 1961 (aka Sailor (Your Home Is the Sea) (by Lolita) - 1960)
(Adapted from: Seemann, Deine Heimat Ist Das Meer - 1960)
((French Version: Marin (Enfant Du Voyage) - 1960)
Composer(s): Fini Busch; Werner Scharfenberger; David West
Performer(s): Petula Clark - 1961



Über Rio und Shanghai
Über Bali und Hawaii
Deine liebe ist dein schiff
And the stars are your best friends
And though you find your thrills in the places far away from me
Just remember I'm always waiting when your journey ends

I Wish Everyday Could Be Like Christmas
Composer(s): Jon Bon Jovi
Performer(s): Bon Jovi; Christmas All Stars; Michael Gapys



What time is it baby? 
Is it that time again?
When snow will be falling, friends will be calling
You know it's time when there'll be carolers singing Silent Night
I love when they sing, the feeling it brings
It's warm as a fire is bright

Soon there'll be toys for the good girls and boys
And reindeer are heading our way
Yes, and Santa will come down the chimney above
There's one thing I wanted to say

I wish everyday could be like Christmas
And if I could have one wish come true
I wish everyday could be full of peace and harmony
I wish everyday could be like Christmas, I do

I saw a child sit with old Mr. Claus
Looked him in the eye and he asked old Santa what peace on earth was
Now the old man grew cautious on how he would say
That is the greatest gift, one you can give everyday

I wish everyday could be like Christmas
And if I could have one wish come true
I wish everyday could be full of peace and harmony
I wish everyday could be like Christmas, I do

Now the mistle-toe and the house a-glow
All the world seems at ease tonight
And all that I ask when these precious moments pass
Is why can't every day be so bright?

I wish everyday could be like Christmas
And if I could have one wish come true
I wish everyday could be full of peace and harmony
I wish everyday could be like Christmas, I do
Honest I do, yes I do now
Very merry Christmas

Sailor - 1961 (aka Sailor (Your Home Is the Sea) - 1960)
(Adapted from: Seemann, Deine Heimat Ist Das Meer - 1960)
((French Version: Marin (Enfant Du Voyage))
Composer(s): Fini Busch; Werner Scharfenberger; David West
Performer(s): Petula Clark - 1961



(Sailor stop your roaming) 

Sailor, stop your roaming 
Sailor, leave the sea 
Sailor, when the tide turns 
Come home, safe to me 

As you sail across the sea 
All my love is there beside you 
In Capri or Amsterdam, Honolulu or Siam 
To the harbour of my heart 
I will sent my love to guide you 
As I call across the sea 
Come home to me 

Sailor, stop your roaming 
Sailor, leave the sea 
Sailor, when the tide turns 
Come home, safe to me 

As you sail across the sea 
All my love is there beside you 
In Capri or Amsterdam, Honolulu or Siam 
To the harbour of my heart 
I will sent my love to guide you 
As I call across the sea 
Come home to me 

(Sailor sailor)

I Was Young Once Too
Composer(s): Robert Bryne; Richard Leigh
Performer(s): Alabama



He raced that engine down the track
'round the tree on Christmas Day
I was so amazed my Dad would play with trains
I saw a sparkle in his eye, then I heard him say
"Come on son, let's play, I was young once too"

He washed that Buick faithfully, Lord, he kept her clean
I thought that machine meant more to him than me
On the day I turned sixteen, he threw me the keys
Said, "I was young once too, now she belongs to you"

He was such a young man then, I'm older than that now
I hope I measure up to him, when the circle comes around

I saw him in the attic sittin' cross legged on the floor
With some old photographs, he pointed and he laughed
He said, "That's me in that picture", I said 
"No son, that's your dad 
I was young once too, and looked a lot like you"

I was young once too, I was young once too

Merry Christmas son, I wish your Grandpa were here
He was young once too, and looked like me and you

Sailing To Philadelphia
Composer(s): James Taylor; Mark Knopfler
First release by: James Taylor, Mark Knopfler



I am Jeremiah Dixon
I am a Geordie boy
A glass of wine with you, sir
And the ladies I'll enjoy
All Durham and Northumberland
Is measured up by my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth...

He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
To chart the evening sky
They'd cut me out for baking bread
But I had other dreams instead
This baker's boy from the west country
Would join the Royal Society...

We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia 
To draw the line
A Mason-Dixon Line

Now you're a good surveyor, Dixon
But I swear you'll make me mad
The West will kill us both
You gullible Geordie lad
You talk of liberty
How can America be free
A Geordie and a baker's boy
In the forests of the Iroquois...

Now hold your head up, Mason
See America lies there
The morning tide has raised
The capes of Delaware
Come up and feel the sun
A new morning has begun
Another day will make it clear
Why your stars should guide us here...

We are sailing to Philadelphia
A world away from the coaly Tyne
Sailing to Philadelphia 
To draw the line
A Mason-Dixon Line