Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Salade De Fruits Composer(s): Noël Roux; Armand Canfora First release by: André Bourvil - 1959
Ta mère t'a donné comme prénom Salade de fruits, ah! quel joli nom Au nom de tes ancêtres hawaïens Il faut reconnaître que tu le portes bien
Salade de fruits, jolie, jolie, jolie Tu plais à mon père, tu plais à ma mère Salade de fruits, jolie, jolie, jolie Un jour ou l'autre il faudra bien Qu'on nous marie
Pendus dans la paillote au bord de l'eau Y a des ananas, y a des noix de cocos J'en ai déjà goûté je n'en veux plus Le fruit de ta bouche serait le bienvenu
Je plongerai tout nu dans l'océan Pour te ramener des poissons d'argent Avec des coquillages lumineux Oui mais en revanche tu sais ce que je veux
On a donné chacun de tout son cur Ce qu'il y avait en nous de meilleur Au fond de ma paillote au bord de l'eau Le palmier qui bouge c'est un petit berceau
Salade de fruits, jolie, jolie, jolie Tu plais à ton père, Tu plais à ta mère Salade fruits, jolie, jolie, jolie C'est toi le fruit de nos amours! Bonjour petit!
Ihr Kinderlein Kommet
English Title: O Come Little Children
Composer(s): Johann A.P. Schulz; Christoph von Schmidt Performer(s): Freddy Quinn; and various other artists
Ihr Kinderlein kommet o kommet doch all Zur Krippe her kommet in Bethlehems Stall Und seht, was in dieser hochheiligen Nacht Der Vater im Himmel für Freude uns macht
O seht, in der Krippe im nächtlichen Stall Seht hier bei des Lichtleins hellglänzendem Strahl In reinlichen Windeln das himmlische Kind Viel schöner und holder als Engelein sind
Da liegt es, das Kindlein auf Heu und auf Stroh Maria und Josef betrachten es froh Die redlichen Hirten stehn betend davor Hoch oben schwebt jubelnd der Engelein Chor
Sakta Vi Gå Genom Stan Composer(s): Fred E. Ahlert; Beppe Wolgers Performer(s): Monica Zetterlund; Charlotte Perrelli; Real Group
Åh det är skönt när mitt Stockholm är grönt sakta gå hem genom stan En kyss sen går man sakta igen sakta en tur genom stan
Åh det är natt och på avstånd hörs skratt Och man går hem genom stan En doft av hö från nån ljuv skärgårdsö smyger sig tyst intill stan
Precis som din arm så lätt och så varm känns sommarens vind mot min kind Och natten står still den finns inte till en tystnad en skugga en vind
Den är så kort och den glider tyst bort när trastarna vakna i stan Klockan är två hela himlen är blå sakta vi går genom stan
Sakta hitåt ror en man i en båt stannar och ser på en svan Allt är tyst och jag tiger nyss kysst sakta vi går genom stan
På Västerbron i den himmelska ron en spårvagn går ensam och tom Alla hus målar natten i ljus hemligt går träden i blom
Här bor en miljon säg hör de den ton som Stockholm nu spelar för dem De far härifrån långt bort härifrån men Stockholm det är ju vårt hem
Vart vi än går vet jag Stockholm är vår när vi går hem genom stan Här går vi med en tyst melodi ensamma i hela stan
Så stannar vi till vid fåglarnas drill vi känner en doft av viol Och glada vi hör en jublande kör då stiger en gnistrande sol
Åh det är skönt när mitt Stoclkholm är grönt sakta en natt då i stan En kyss sen börja vandra igen sakta gå hem genom stan sakta gå hem genom stan sakta gå hem genom stan
If You Don't Want To See Santa Claus Cry Composer(s): Keith Stegall Performer(s): Alan Jackson
I'm making out my list for old Saint Nick tonight But I'm afraid what I want this year can't be had But Santa, he's the kind When he makes up his mind Wishes can come true And I'd bet my Christmas stocking If my wish don't come knocking He's gonna be blue
So, Baby come home If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry He can't see where he's goin' when it's snowin' If there's tears in his eyes And don't you know his "Ho-Ho-Ho" Will be a sad, sad sight So, Baby come back to me If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry
And don't you know his "Ho-Ho-Ho" Will be a sad, sad sight So, Baby come home to me If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry
Yeah, Baby come back to me If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry
Sait-On Jamais Où Va Une Femme Quand Elle Vous Quitte
Sait-On Jamais Où Va Une Femme Quand Elle Vous Quitte Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte Où elle s'en va Quand elle s'en va Qui sait Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte Moi je le sais toi Tu es partie à Jamais Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte Tu es mon seul amour Et c'est je crois pour La vie Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte Qu'importe là ou Ailleurs les verrous Sont mis
Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte Qui disait cela C'est c'que tu n'as ja- Mais su Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte Moi je le sais c'est Au cours d'son procès Landru
If Santa were my daddy
I'd be good every single day of the year! I bet you think I couldn't do it
yeah I could with such a jolly gentleman so near I'd always try to be the kind of boy Santa'd want his son to be Helpful and friendly, 'specially when he had his twinkling eye on me!
I would dress exactly like my daddy, I would learn to laugh his ho-ho-hos! Maybe he would even teach me how to fly by laying a finger aside of my nose
And maybe I would grow a snow white beard and try to learn to turn with a jerk Then finally when all the Clauses disappear my daddy would retire from his work And I would be the one to take his place spreading all the Christmas joy I'd be more than willing, wow would it be thrilling! If only I were Santa's boy!
And I would be the one to take his place spreading all the Christmas joy I'd be more than willing, wow would it be thrilling! If only I were Santa's boy!
Saint-Pierre Composer(s): Jacques Brel Performer(s): Jacques Brel; Affaire Dom
Il y a longtemps de cela Au fond du ciel le bon Saint-Pierre Comme un collégien se troubla Pour une étoile au cur de pierre Sitôt conquise elle s'envole En embrasantde son regard Le cur, la barbe et l'auréole Du bon Saint Pierre au désespoir Qui criait et pleurait Dans les rues du paradis Qui criait et pleurait Tout en se moquant de lui.
Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange Pour voir si elle pense à moi Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange Pour voir si elle m'aimera
Saint Pierre alors partit chercher À cheval sur un beau nuage Vainement dans la Voie Lactée Sa jeune étoile au cur volage Au Paradis lorsqu'il revint Devant la porte il est resté N'osons montrer tout son chagrin A ses copains auréolés Qui criaient et pleuraient Dans les rues du paradis Qui criaient et pleuraient Tout en se moquant de lui.
Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange Pour voir si elle pense à toi Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange Pour voir si elle t'aimera
Mais le Bon Dieu lui vint en aide Car les barbus sont syndiqués Il changea l'étoile en planète Et fit de Saint Pierre un portier Et de ces anges déplumés Par les amours du bon Saint Pierre Afin de tout récupérer Il fit les démons de l'enfer Ceux qui crient ceux qui pleurent A l'heure où naissent les nuits Ceux qui crient ceux qui pleurent Dans un coin de votre esprit
Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange Pour voir si elle pense à moi Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange Pour voir si elle m'aimera
If It Doesn't Snow On Christmas Day
Composer(s): Gerald Marks; Milton Pascal
Performer(s): Gene Autry
and multiple other artists
Santa works all day in his workshop Making lots of games and toys Then one day, he hops in his sleigh To bring them to the girls and boys Santa's just as nice as he can be There's just one little thing that worries me
If it doesn't snow on Christmas How is Santa goin' to use his sleigh In case of rain, will there be a train That'll speed him on his way If it doesn't snow on Christmas How will Santa get around to us If he breaks down on his way to town Will they let him use a bus
I sent him a nice long letter And I hope it's not in vain I'd really feel much better If I knew he could fly a plane
People say he has eight reindeer For the sleigh he's driving here But how'll he go, if it doesn't snow On Christmas this year
If it doesn't snow on Christmas How is Santa goin' to use his sleigh In case of rain, will there be a train That'll speed him on his way If it doesn't snow on Christmas How will Santa get around to us If he breaks down on his way to town Will they let him use a bus
I sent him a nice long letter And I hope it's not in vain I'd really feel much better If I knew he could fly a plane
People say he has eight reindeer For the sleigh he's driving here But how'll he go, if it doesn't snow On Christmas this year
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
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 c'est une chance qui passe quelquefois On chavire en silence le cur 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
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