Rose Parmi Les Roses
(Adapted from: Sally, Go 'Round The Roses - 1963)
Composer(s): Zell Sanders; Lona Spector; Jacques Plante 
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1963



(Elle s'appelle Rose)
Elle s'appelle Rose
(Elle cueille des roses)
Elle cueille des roses
(Roses de septembre)
Ont fleuri sa chambre
(Roses couleur d'ambre)
Roses rouges pour sa chambre

Tu ne sais donc pas
Tu ne sais donc plus
Qu'il ne viendra pas
Qu'il ne viendra plus
Tu attends celui qui t'aimait
Mais qui ne reviendra plus jamais

(Fleurs du jardin)
Ô fleurs du jardin
(Ne lui dites rien)
Ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Non, non, ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Oh non
Elle croit qu'il vient tout à l'heure
Comme avant, la serrer sur son c?ur

(Elle s'appelle Rose)
Elle s'appelle Rose
(Elle cueille des roses)
Elle cueille des roses
(Roses de l'automne)
Roses pour personne
(Roses qui s'étonnent)
Qu'on les cueille pour personne

Tu ne sais donc pas
Tu ne sais donc plus
Qu'il ne viendra pas
Qu'il ne viendra plus
Tu attends celui qui t'aimait
Mais qui ne reviendra plus jamais

(Fleurs du jardin)
Ô fleurs du jardin
(Ne lui dites rien)
Ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Non, non, ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Oh non
Chaque jour, elle va fleurir
Un amour qui ne veut pas mourir

(Elle s'appelle Rose) 
(Elle s'appelle Rose)
(Elle s'appelle Rose) 
(Elle s'appelle Rose)
(Elle s'appelle Rose)

In Dulci Jubilo
(Traditional)



In dulci jubilo
In dulci jubilo
Nun singet und seid froh!
Unsers Herzens Wonne
Leit in praesepio
Und leuchtet als die Sonne
Matris in gremio
Alpha es et O 
Alpha es et O!

O Jesu parvule
Nach dir ist mir so weh!
Tröst mir mein Gemüte
O puer optime
Durch alle deine Güte
O princeps gloriae
Trahe me post te 
Trahe me post te!

O Patris caritas!
O Nati lenitas!
Wir wären all verloren
Per nostra crimina
So hat er uns erworben
Coelorum gaudia
Eia, wären wir da 
Eia, wären wir da!

Ubi sunt gaudia
Nirgend mehr denn da!
Da die Engel singen
Nova cantica,
Und die Schellen klingen
In regis curia
Eia, wären wir da
Eia, wären wir da!

Sally Simpson
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release: The Who - 1969



Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
that Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
and she ran inside weeping
She got to her room and tears splashed the picture
of the new Messiah
She picked up a book of her fathers life
and threw it on the fire!

She knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her Mother said never mind your part...
Is to be what you'll be

The theme of the sermon was come unto me
Love will find a way
So Sally decided to ignore her dad
and sneak out anyway!
She spent all afternoon getting ready
and decided she'd try to touch him
Maybe he'd see that she was free
and talk to her this Sunday

She knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her Mother said never mind your part...
Is to be what you'll be

She arrived at six and the place was swinging
to gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
and Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails looking pretty as a picture
right in the very front row
And then a DJ wearing a blazer with a badge
ran on and said 'here we go!'

The crowd went crazy
As Tommy hit the stage!
Little Sally got lost as the police bossed
The crowd back in a rage!

But soon the atmosphere was cooler
as Tommy gave a lesson
Sally just had to let him know she loved him
and leapt up on the rostrum!
She ran cross stage to the spotlit figure
and touched him on the face
Tommy whirled around as a uniformed man
threw her of the stage

She knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her Mother said never mind your part...
Is to be what you'll be
Her cheek hit a chair and blood trickled down
mingling with her tears
Tommy carried on preaching
and his voice filled Sally's ear
She caught his eye she had to try
but couldn't see through the lights
Her face was gashed and the ambulance men
had to carry her out that night

The crowd went crazy
As Tommy left the stage!
Little Sally was lost for the price of a touch
And a gash across her face! 
OOoooh

Sixteen stitches put her right and her Dad said
'don't say I didn't warn yer'
Sally got married to a rock musician
she met in California
Tommy always talks about the day
the disciples all went wild!
Sally still carries a scar on her cheek
to remind her of his smile

She knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her Mother said never mind your part...
Is to be what you'll be

In Dieser Nacht
(English & Welsh Versions: All Through The Night (by Jules Shear) - 1983; Ar Hyd Y Nos (by Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Composer(s): Jules Shear
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri



Wo sich bunte Träume drehen
In dieser Nacht
Die in Zärtlichkeit entstehen
In dieser Nacht
Werden wir uns wiederfinden
Wenn Gedanken uns verbinden
Ist die Liebe neu erwacht
In dieser Nacht
Wo der Wind die Wolken küsst
Die er uns bringt
Wo das Lied zu Hause ist
Das nieder klingt
Werden wir uns wiedersehen
Wenn wir schweigend uns verstehen
Ist die Liebe neu erwacht
In dieser Nacht
Wo die Worte Hoffnung bringen
Und Zuversicht
Wo Gefühle leise schwingen
Leuchtet das Licht
Das uns schein wohin wir gehen
Wenn wir es im Dunkeln sehen
Ist die Liebe neu erwacht
In dieser Nacht

Sally Ann (You're Such A Pretty Baby)
Composer(s): Paul Vance; Lee Pockriss
Performer(s): The Cufflinks



Sally Ann (You're such a pretty baby)
Smile, Sally Ann, smile, Sally Ann, smile
On a rainy night
At the crack of dawn
A little baby cried
And Sally Ann was born
She grew prettier every day
And I remember what I used to say

Sally Ann you're such a pretty baby
Sally Ann you're such a pretty child
You create a little bit of sunshine
Every time you smile

Sally Ann smile, Sally Ann smile

As the years went by
Sally Ann and I
Promised to be true
Till the day we die
We kept pledging our love each day
And I remember what I used to say

Sally Ann you're such a pretty baby
Sally Ann you're such a pretty child
You create a little bit of sunshine
Every time you smile

Then one lonely night
As I passed her door
Sally Ann was there
And this is what I saw
She was giving her love away
And I remember what I heard him say

(repeat twice) 

In A Christmas Dream
Composer(s): Walter Hyatt
Performer(s): Tish Hinijosa



In a Christmas dream I see children's eyes 
That ask of love from you and me
People being kind to each other
Neighbors treating strangers just like brothers

In a Christmas dream I hear voices 
Singing carols sweet and clear
Peace on earth, good will to man
I'm so glad to hear that song again

Christmas time comes but once a year
Let it fill our hearts, let it linger there
Peace on earth, Christmas time is here
Let it be the dream we all can share

In a Christmas dream I hear angels
Saying brush away the fear
Hope is burning with a steady flame
I'm so hoping your dream is the same

Christmas time comes but once a year
Let it fill our hearts, let it linger there
Peace on earth, Christmas time is here
Let it be the dream we all can share

Sally
Composer(s): Mark Farner
Performer(s): Grand Funk Railroad



Oh little Sally, you know I love you baby
Sally, I said I love you baby
Sally ... it's alright, it's alright

Remember girl when we both was younger
It was the days we had so much fun girl
Rememberin' all of our childhood days, yeah
We had our fun in so many ways

You know I would have loved you anyway
It ain't just something I just had to say
Don't let them tell you that you're not my kind
Sally, Sally, Sally tell them you're mine, mine, mine

Sally ... yeah
Oh little Sally, I said I love you baby
Sally, I said I love you baby
Sally ... it's alright

You know I would have loved you anyway
It ain't just something I just had to say
Don't let them tell you that you're not my kind
Sally, Sally, Sally tell them you're mine, mine, mine

Oh little Sally, you know I love you baby
Sally, I love you baby
Sally ... it's alright, it's alright
It's alright

Oh little Sally, you know I love you baby
Sally ...
Sally ... it's alright, it's alright
It's alright
It's alright

I'm Walking Backwards For Christmas
Composer(s): Tony Carbone; Spike Milligan
Performer(s): The Goons



I'm walking backwards for Christmas
Across the Irish Sea
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
It's the only thing for me

I've tried walking sideways
And walking to the front
But people just look at me
And say it's a publicity stunt

I'm walking backwards for Christmas
To prove that I love you

An immigrant lad, loved an Irish colleen
From Dublin Galway Bay
He longed for her arms
But she spurned his charms
And sailed o'er the foam away

She left the lad by himself, on his own
All alone, a-sorrowing
And sadly he dreamed, or at least that's the
way it seemed, buddy
That an angel quieted him....
An angel quieted the same

I'm walking backwards for Christmas
Across the Irish Sea
I'm walking backwards for Christmas
It's the finest thing for me

And so I've tried walking sideways
And walking to the front
But people just laughed, and said
"It's a publicity stunt"

So I'm walking backwards for Christmas
To prove that I love you

Sally
Composer(s): Will E. Haines; Harry Leon; Leo Towers
Performer(s): Gracie Fields



Sally, Sally don’t ever wander
Away from the alley and me
Sally, Sally marry me Sally
And happy forever I’ll be
When skies are blue you’re beguiling
And when they’re grey you’re still smiling, smiling
Sally, Sally pride of our alley
You’re more than the whole world to me

The skies were blue when I met you, Sally
You were my gal, my little pal, so true
You came along, made life a song, Sally
If I lost you I wonder what I’d do

Sally, Sally don’t ever wander
Away from the alley and me
Sally, Sally marry me Sally
And happy forever I’ll be
When skies are blue you’re beguiling
And when they’re grey you’re still smiling, smiling
Sally, Sally pride of our alley
You’re more than the whole world to me

I’m Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Frank Team
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
I’m crying ‘cause my darling’s far away
Since she sent back my presents and said we had to part
A million icy snowflakes have fallen on my heart

I’m throwing dreams into the fire
And watching as they burn and disappear
I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
There’ll be no Merry Christmas this year

I’m throwing dreams into the fire
And watching as they burn and disappear
I'm Trimming My Christmas Tree With Teardrops
There’ll be no Merry Christmas this year

Sally (Don't You Grieve)
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
and multiple other artists



I just got my army call
And I run down to the army hall
Sally come a-runnin' like a cannonball
And I told her not to grieve after me

It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
It's-a when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve
And I told her not to grieve after me

I'm a-gonna cross that ocean wide
Army rifle by my side
When Hitler's beat you can be my bride
But I told her not to grieve after me

I'm a-gonna jump in a flyin' machine
A-loaded full of this-a TNT
Stop old Hitler what I mean
And I told her not to grieve after me

A souvenir I'll send to you
Send Hirohito and Hitler, too
That's about all one feller can do
But I told her not to grieve after me

Sally, get a job and save your pay
Work your best for the U.S.A.
Write me a letter 'bout ever' day
And I told her not to grieve after me

If a blackout comes to the old home town
Sally, won't you pull your curtains down
If a shade goes up and a ship goes down
I told her not to grieve after me

I’m Sending A Letter To Santa Claus
Performer(s): Vera Lynn



I met a little fellow with a letter in his hand
He asked me if I’d post it in the box for Fairyland
I slipped it in the mailbox for that little curly head
It seemed to make him very happy as he smiled, and said

I’m sending a letter to Santa Claus
My letter I hope he’ll receive
Oh, I wonder if he will please remember me
When he calls on Christmas Eve

He’ll get a lot of letters for playthings
From other girls and boys
But I want my soldier daddy
He’s better than all the toys
And so I’m sending my letter to Santa Claus
To bring daddy safely home to me

Sally
Composer(s): Massimo Bubola; Fabrizio De André
First release by: Fabrizio De André - 1978
Covered by multiple other artists



Mia madre mi disse - Non devi giocare
con gli zingari nel bosco
Mia madre mi disse - Non devi giocare
con gli zingari nel bosco

Ma il bosco era scuro l'erba già verde
lì venne Sally con un tamburello
ma il bosco era scuro l'erba già alta
dite a mia madre che non tornerò

Andai verso il mare senza barche per traversare
spesi cento lire per un pesciolino d'oro
Andai verso il mare senza barche per traversare
spesi cento lire per un pesciolino cieco

Gli montai sulla groppa sparii in un baleno
andate a dire a Sally che non tornerò
Gli montai sulla groppa sparii in un momento
dite a mia madre che non tornerò

Vicino alla città trovai Pilar del mare
con due gocce d'eroina s'addormentava il cuore
Vicino alle roulottes trovai Pilar dei meli
bocca sporca di mirtilli un coltello in mezzo ai seni

Mi svegliai sulla quercia l'assassino era fuggito
dite al pesciolino che non tornerò
Mi guardai nello stagno l'assassino s'era già lavato
dite a mia madre che non tornerò

Seduto sotto un ponte si annusava il re dei topi
sulla strada le sue bambole bruciavano copertoni
Sdraiato sotto il ponte si adorava il re dei topi
sulla strada le sue bambole adescavano i signori

Mi parlò sulla bocca mi donò un braccialetto
dite alla quercia che non tornerò
Mi baciò sulla bocca mi propose il suo letto
dite a mia madre che non tornerò

Mia madre mi disse - Non devi giocare
con gli zingari del bosco
Ma il bosco era scuro l'erba già verde
lì venne Sally con un tamburello

I'm Gonna Lasso Santa Claus
Composer(s): Frank Adams; Isham Jones
Performer(s): Brenda Lee



I'm gonna lasso Santa Claus and I know just why because
I'm gonna pull, pull, pull, on his beard
Pull, pull, to see if it's real
I'm gonna tick, tick, tickle him on the tummy because he laughs so funny
He's so jolly and so fine when he comes around on christmas time

I'm gonna lasso santa claus and the reason is because
I know a boy and girl he never goes see
He never brings 'em toys like he does for me
I'm gonna pop, pop santa clause with my water pistol gun
And then I'll take his bags of toys and run and bring to all the kids who don't

Salle D'attente
Composer(s): Michel Rivgauche; Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



L'un près de l'autre, ils étaient là
Tous deux assis, comme endormis
Au bord de la banquette en bois
Dans la salle d'attente
À travers la vitre, on voyait
Le vieux manège qui grinçait
Et sa musique tourbillonnait
Dans la salle d'attente
Et cette musique semblait pousser
La grande aiguille de la pendule
Avec un bruit démesuré
Démesuré et ridicule
Et cette pendule les obsédait
Cette pendule qui les regardait
Cette pendule qui tourbillonnait
Dans la salle d'attente
Et dans leur tête ça glissait
Manège, musique, pendule...
La pendule devenait manège
Le manège devenait pendule
Et leurs souvenirs, en cortège
Remontaient, défilaient, s'envolaient...

L'un près de l'autre ils étaient là
Tous deux assis, comme endormis
Au bord de la banquette en bois
Dans la salle d'attente
Et quand le train est arrivé
Tous deux, ils se sont regardés
Et sans un mot se sont levés
Dans la salle d'attente
Et dans leur tête, ça glissait 
Présent, passé, manège...
Les souvenirs devenaient présents
Le présent devenait souvenir...
Et leurs paroles, en cortège
Hésitaient, se troublaient, s'envolaient
Quand, dans le train, il est monté
C'est elle qui s'en est aperçu
Et en courant est revenue
Dans la salle d'attente
Mais le train avait disparu...

Vous n' trouvez pas que c'est idiot
Une femme qui marche dans la rue
Avec une musette et un calot ?
C't' idiot!...
C't' idiot!...
...C't' idiot!

I'm Gonna Be Warm This Winter
Composer(s): Mark Barkan; Hank Hunter
Performer(s): Connie Francis



We met at a ski lodge
And we fell in love.....
 
Right by a fireplace
We shared our first embrace 
And then inside my heart
I felt a fire start 
It's gonna snow outside
The weather will be cold 
But I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter
 
Uh-huh-huh!
 
Each time your lips touch mine 
They taste like sparklin' wine 
I feel so warm a glow 
Just 'cause I love you so 
It's cozy in your arms 
I'm yours to have and to hold 
And I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter 

Ice skating on a frozen lake 
Sleigh-riding down a mountainside 
Roastin' popcorn, dancin' till the dawn 
That was how I knew love was born-born-bo-orn
 
It's just like make-believe 
Each night is New Year's Eve 
Each day is Christmas Day 
You make me feel this way 
It's gonna snow outside
The weather will be cold 
But I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter

Uummm, ye-e-e-ah

It's gonna snow outside
The weather will be cold 
But I'm gonna be wa-a-arm this winter 
Whoa, whoa, whoa, honey, make me warm this winter 
Mmmm, baby, make me warm this winter 
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I said make me warm........

Salir Vivo
Composer(s): Miguel Mateos
Performer(s): Miguel Mateos



He pensado demasiado
y ya escuché suficiente
cuando ame estuve al lado
y cuando odie me puse enfrente
Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma...

La canción de la revolución he cantado
en la arena hasta el cuello enterrado
jamás podrás callar a mi demonio
tal vez Dios este de mi lado
Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma
Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma...

Tuve amores de cuidado
y aquí estoy, no tan desmejorado
me han devuelto la mirada
y el saludo me han negado
querubines, belcebúes, jovencitas y abogados
Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma
Uhh! y todo por salir vivo de este coma...

Yo también quiero mi tren
que me lleve hasta tu puerta
yo quiero explicarte bien
y ojalá que estés despierta
tentando, provocado
al borde de caer de nuevo entre tus brazos
sin deberle nada a nadie
y todo por salir vivo de este coma...

Hoy tiene mas justificación
que el pueblo se levante en subversión
mas que en 1810, mas que en los setentas
hoy todo esta hecho mierda
no se dan cuenta?
millones sin trabajo ni dirección
abrazan la quimera de la educación
señoras y señores créanme
han rifado esta nación
"El gran hermano" es un maricón
que frecuenta "El Bar" de la Rock and Pop
los artistas se han vendido a la cultura oficial
y la justicia es un software de Microsoft

Nadie quiere la verdad
solo quieren ver el show
nadie quiere la revolución
solo quieren, solo quieren...
salir, salir vivos de este coma
salir, salir, salir vivo de este coma

He pensado demasiado
y ya escuche suficiente
y ahora quiero salir vivo de este coma
cuando ame estuve al lado
y cuando odie me puse enfrente
salir vivos de este coma
jamás podrás callar a mi demonio
vivos de este coma
salir, salir, salir vivo de este coma

I'm A Little Christmas Cracker
Composer(s): Lee
Performer(s): Diana Decker



I'm a little Christmas cracker
Hangin' on a Christmas tree
Just a little Christmas cracker
A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me
A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me

If you pull me right in half
I give you things to make you laugh
Paper hats and good advice
Pretty little toys and everything that's nice

I'm a little Christmas cracker
Hangin' on a Christmas tree
Just a little Christmas cracker
(Ah-ah-ah-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me
(Ah-ah-ah-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me

A message to my sister, Anne
She's gonna meet a tall, dark, handsome man
Napoleon's hat for poor, little, henpecked Dad
He's having the grandest night that he's ever had

A tiny little trumpet for baby Joe
He'll be so happy then, when he starts to blow
A lot of bright balloons make a lot of fun
And then the party's really begun

(She's a little Christmas cracker) Bang-a-bang
(Hangin' on a Christmas tree) That's me
(Just a little Christmas cracker)
A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me
(A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me

If you pull me right in half
I give you things to make you laugh
Paper hats and good advice
Pretty little toys and everything (That's nice)

I'm a little Christmas cracker
Hangin' on a Christmas tree
Just a little Christmas cracker
(A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang) That's me
A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-that's me

(A-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang
-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang-a-bang)
That's me (Ooh-aah)

That's Me!

Sale Petit Bonhomme
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Sale petit bonhomme, il ne portait plus d'ailes
Plus de bandeau sur l'œil et d'un huissier modèle
Arborait les sombres habits
Dès qu'il avait connu le krach, la banqueroute
De nos affaires de cœur, il s'était mis en route
Pour recouvrer tout son fourbi

Pas plus tôt descendu de sa noire calèche
Il nous a dit: "je viens récupérer mes flèches
Maintenant pour vous superflu's"
Sans une ombre de peine ou de mélancolie
On l'a vu remballer la vaine panoplie
Des amoureux qui ne jouent plus

Avisant, oublié', la pauvre marguerite
Qu'on avait effeuillé', jadis, selon le rite
Quand on s'aimait un peu, beaucoup
L'un après l'autre, en place, il remit les pétales
La veille encore, on aurait crié au scandale
On lui aurait tordu le cou

Il brûla nos trophés, il brûla nos reliques
Nos gages, nos portraits, nos lettres idylliques
Bien belle fut la part du feu
Et je n'ai pas bronché, pas eu la mort dans l'âme
Quand, avec tout le reste, il passa par les flammes
Une boucle de vos cheveux

Enfin, pour bien montrer qu'il faisait table rase
Il effaça du mur l'indélébile phrase 
"Paul est épris de Virginie "
De Virgini', d'Hortense ou bien de Caroline
J'oubli' presque toujours le nom de l'héroïne
Quand la comédie est finie

"Faut voir à pas confondre amour et bagatelle
A pas trop mélanger la rose et l'immortelle
Qu'il nous a dit en se sauvant
A pas traiter comme une affaire capitale
Une petite fantaisie sentimentale
Plus de crédit dorénavant"

Ma mi', ne prenez pas ma complainte au tragique
Les raisons qui, ce soir, m'ont rendu nostalgique
Sont les moins nobles des raisons
Et j'aurais sans nul doute enterré cette histoire
Si, pour renouveler un peu mon répertoire
Je n'avais besoin de chansons

I’ll Be Walking The Floor This Christmas
Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Justin Tubb
Performer(s): Ernest Tubb



I'll Be Walking The Floor This Christmas
When old Santa comes my way
All my friends will be merry this Christmas
But for me just another blue day

Old Santa may drop by this year to help me light my tree
Cause he knows that I’m still blue
I know he’d like to help me dear and bring you back to me
But there’s something’s Santa just can’t do

I’ll be thinking of you this Christmas
Decorating my tree with tears
I'll Be Walking The Floor This Christmas
Like I’ve done for so many years