Secretly
(Dutch Version: In 'T Geheim - 1966)
Composer(s): Al Hoffman; Dick Manning; Mark Markwell
First release by: Jimmie Rodgers - 1958



Why must I meet you in a secret rendezvous? 
Why must we steal away to steal a kiss or two? 
Why must we wait to do the things we want to do? 
Why, oh, why, oh, why, oh, why, oh why? 

Wish we didn't have to meet secretly 
Wish we didn't have to kiss secretly 
Wish we didn't have to be afraid 
To show the world that we're in love 

Till we have the right to meet openly 
Till we have the right to kiss openly 
We'll just have to be content to be in love secretly

The Finest Gift
Composer(s): Clint Black; Hayden Nicholas
Performer(s): Clint Black



She can shop all over town
Turn the gift shops upside down
Finding something for her man with everything
But it's right behind her eyes
And no matter what she buys
She'll always be the finest gift she brings
Every year it's never missed
Should be at the top of every list
It can never be outdone
It's the perfect gift for everyone
It's in everything you'll see
Scattered underneath our tree
You can hear it in the carols that we sing
It's the heart of love's design
And it appreciates with time
And she'll always be the finest gift she brings
Every year it's never missed
Should be at the top of every list
It can never be outdone
It's the perfect gift for everyone
Now it's not in any store
And she could never give me more
Than her promise of the finest gift she brings
I know her love's the finest gift she brings

A Faded Summer Love
Composer(s): Phil Baxter
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists



You left today but you didn't say goodbye
I wonder why
I'm standing now where you made your vow
So blue for you I could cry

Leaves come tumbling down round my head
Some of them are brown some are red
Beautiful to see, but reminding me
Of a faded summer love

Weighing high above in the trees
They were so in love with the breeze
Now the autumn wind brings to them the end
Of a faded summer love

I'm like the poor leaves that swayed with the breeze
I thought that life was sweet 
You are the sweet breeze that tried hard to please
Then swept me off my feet

Summer morning dew turn to frost
Leaves that once were new pay the cost
Beautiful to see but reminding me
Of a faded summer love

I'm like the poor leaves that swayed with the breeze
I thought that life was sweet 
You are the sweet breeze that tried hard to please
Then swept me off my feet

Summer morning dew turn to frost
Leaves that once were new pay the cost
Beautiful to see but reminding me
Of a faded summer love

The Christmas Shoes
Composer(s): Leonard Ahlstrom; Eddie Carswell
Performer(s): NewSong
and multiple other artists



It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line
Tryin' to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood
Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously
Pacing 'round like little boys do
And in his hands he held a pair of shoes
His clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe
And when it came his time to pay
I couldn't believe what I heard him say
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight
He counted pennies for what seemed like years
Then the cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here"
He searched his pockets frantically
Then he turned and he looked at me
He said Mama made Christmas good at our house
Though most years she just did without
Tell me Sir, what am I going to do,
Somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes
So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out
I'll never forget the look on his face when he said
Mama's gonna look so great
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight
I knew I'd caught a glimpse of heaven's love
As he thanked me and ran out
I knew that God had sent that little boy
To remind me just what Christmas is all about
Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please
It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size
Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time
You see she's been sick for quite a while
And I know these shoes would make her smile
And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight

Secret Squirrel
Composer(s): Hoyt Curtin; Joseph Barbera; Wiliam Hanna



What an agent, what a squirrel 
He's got the country in a whirl 
What's his name? 
Shh... Secret Squirrel

He's got tricks, up his sleeve
Most bad guys, won't believe
A bullet proof coat, a cannon ha
A machine gun cane with a rat tat tat tat

Fights foreign spies in his disguise
Takes him many places, he's a squirrel of many faces
Who's that? 
Who's That?
Who's That?
Shh... Secret Squirrel

The Christmas Guy
(Spanish Version: A La Nanita Nana)
Performer(s): Norman Luboff



A la nanita nana, nanita ea, nanita ea
Sleep, sleep my little Jesus
May peace attend Thee, may peace attend Thee
To the world, little Savior, new hope thou'rt bringing
All the world, little Savior
Thy praises singing
God's angels hov'ring o'er
Thee chant alleluia
A la nanita nana, nanita ea

A Dollar For A Dime
Composer(s): Eubie Blake - Johnny Finke - Andy Razaf
Performer(s): Joe Williams; Jim Cullum Jazz Band; John Sheridan



That little jukebox right over there is like a magic key
For it can take me anywhere on wings of memory

I'd give a dollar for a dime
I've got to hear that record play again
Turn love's December into May again
Bring me the thrill just one more time

I'd give a dollar for a dime
I've got to hear that sweet refrain again
That carries me down lovers' lane again
Back when the world was all in  rhyme

Seems that song was written for us
Ev'ry word and note has charm
Our two hearts would sing the chorus
As I hold you in my arms

I'd give a dollar for a dime
My aching heart is on my sleeve again
To close my eyes and make believe again
I'd give a dollar for a dime

To hear that record one more time

The Christmas Guest
Composer(s): Grandpa Jones; Bill Walker
Performer(s): Johnny Cash;
and various other artists



It happened one day near December's end
Two neighbors called on an old-time friend 
And they found his shop so meager and mean
Made gay with a thousand boughs of green
And Conrad was sitting with face a-shine
When he suddenly stopped as he stitched a twine 
And he said, "Old friends, at dawn today 
When the cock was crowing the night away 
The Lord appeared in a dream to me 
And said, 'I am coming your guest to be' 
So I've been busy with feet astir
Strewing my shop with branches of fir
The table is spread and the kettle is shined 
And over the rafters the holly is twined
And now I will wait for my Lord to appear 
And listen closely so I will hear
His step as He nears my humble place
And I open the door and look on His face ..." 

So his friends went home and left Conrad alone
For this was the happiest day he had known
For, long since, his family had passed away 
And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas Day
But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest 
This Christmas would be the dearest and best
So he listened with only joy in his heart
And with every sound he would rise with a start 
And look for the Lord to be at his door 
Like the vision he had a few hours before
So he ran to the window after hearing a sound
But all that he could see on the snow-covered ground 
Was a shabby beggar whose shoes were torn 
And all of his clothes were ragged and worn
But Conrad was touched and went to the door 
And he said, "Your feet must be frozen and sore
I have some shoes in my shop for you 
And a coat that will keep you warmer, too" 

So with grateful heart the man went away 
But Conrad noticed the time of day
He wondered what made the Lord so late
And how much longer he'd have to wait
When he heard a knock and ran to the door
But it was only a stranger once more
A bent, old lady with a shawl of black
With a bundle of kindling piled on her back
She asked for only a place to rest
But that was reserved for Conrad's Great Guest
But her voice seemed to plead, "Don't send me away 
Let me rest for awhile on Christmas day" 
So Conrad brewed her a steaming cup 
And told her to sit at the table and sup
But after she left he was filled with dismay 
For he saw that the hours were slipping away 
And the Lord had not come as He said He would
And Conrad felt sure he had misunderstood

When out of the stillness he heard a cry 
"Please help me and tell me where am I" 
So again he opened his friendly door 
And stood disappointed as twice before
It was only a child who had wandered away 
And was lost from her family on Christmas Day
Again Conrad's heart was heavy and sad
But he knew he should make the litte girl glad
So he called her in and wiped her tears 
And quieted all her childish fears
Then he led her back to her home once more 
But as he entered his own darkened door
He knew that the Lord was not coming today 
For the hours of Christmas had passed away
So he went to his room and knelt down to pray 
And he said, "Dear Lord, why did you delay 
What kept You from coming to call on me
For I wanted so much Your face to see ..." 

When soft in the silence a voice he heard
"Lift up your head for I kept My word
Three times My shadow crossed your floor
Three times I came to your lowly door
For I was the beggar with bruised, cold feet
I was the woman you gave something to eat
And I was the child on the homeless street
Three times I knocked and three times I came in
And each time I found the warmth of a friend
Of all the gifts, love is the best
I was honored to be your Christmas guest"

Secret Side
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



Without a guide, without a hand
Unwed virgins in the land
Unwed virgins in the land
Tied up on the sand

When there come ships into the land
They'll be awaiting reverence
They'll be awaiting reverence
At their children's hands

Are you not loyal to your pride
Are you not on the secret side?
It's not a crime, a gain to you
Do you not understand?

Without a guide, without a hand
Unwed virgins in the land
Unwed virgins in the land
Tied up on the sand

When there come ships into the land
They'll be awaiting reverence
They'll be awaiting reverence
At their children's hands

Are you not loyal to your pride
Are you not on the secret side?
It's not a crime, a gain to you
Do you not understand?

The Christmas Fancy
Composer(s): Jimmy Keane
Performer(s): Aengus



In fancy my mind wanders back to my youth
And just about this time each year
The snow softly falls and the choir bells ring
To welcome the Christmas time cheer

In a quiet little town by the side of the sea
What happiness Christmas will bring
Where friends rare as diamonds content will be
To dance and to laugh and to sing

It was come into my house, so humble and small
Let's drink a toast to us here
To the twelve days of Christmas we'll drink to them all
And we'll wish for a Happy New Year

Come sit in the parlor how cozy and bright
With the warmth of the old fashioned stove
And its flickering flames and the kerosene light
Makes a warm Christmas feeling of love

Now each year at Christmas I think of it still
No matter where ever I be
In fancy my mind wanders back to my youth
To that snug little spot by the sea

It was come into my house so humble and small
Let's drink a toast to us here
To the twelve days of Christmas we'll drink to them all
And we'll wish for a Happy New Year
To the twelve days of Christmas we'll drink to them all
And we'll wish for a Happy New Year

Amore Mi Manchi
(Adapted from: Honey - 1968)
Composer(s): Bobby Russell; Daniele Pace
Performer(s): Peppino Gagliardi - 1968
Covered by: Bobby Solo - 1968

Titles In Other Languages:
1968 - Tous Les Arbres Sont En Fleurs
1968 - Kære
2003 - Mijn Liefste Ik Mis Je



Le rose già fiorivano
L'inverno era pallido
E se ne andò
Quel giorno io mi ricordo che
Volevo ancora bene a te
Ma ti lasciai

Dapprima non sapevi più
Se vivere o morire
Ma dopo un po
Tornasti ancora a vivere
Perchè nessuno è un angelo
Come sei tu

La nostra casa è piccola
Ma la tenevi in ordine
Solo per me
Vivevi sola e triste ma
Avevi una speranza
Dentro di te

E i mesi ormai passavano
E diventavi pallida
Sempre di più
Finchè quel giorno limpido
Trovasti una lettera
Scritta da me

Amore
Mi manchi
Ma non tornerò
Amore
Mi manchi
Aspetta se vuoi

Un giorno di dicembre ormai
Ormai non mi pensavi più
Quando tornai
Ti vidi intorno all'albero
E sorridesti subito
Vedendo me

Bastava una parola che
Saresti ritornata
In braccio a me
Ma la mattina dopo
Ti dissi questa cosa e poi
Poi me ne andai

Amore
Mi manchi
Ma io non tornerò
Amore
Mi manchi
Non aspettarmi più

Le rose già fiorivano
L'inverno era pallido
E se ne andò
Le rondini mi han detto che
In quella casa piccola
Non ci sei più

E sono io che non so più
Se vivere o morire
Senza di te
Bastava una parola che
Saresti ritornata
In braccio a me

E sono io che non so più
Se vivere o morire
Senza di te
Le rose sono morte ormai
Amore, amore mio
Mi mancherai

The Christmas Dance
Composer(s): Richard Starkey;
Mark Hudson; Jim Cox; Steve Dudas
Performer(s): Ringo Starr



Tonight's the Christmas dance in London town
The lights are up, the snow is falling down
Like ev'ry year, I catch your eye across the floor
But too afraid to do much more

At the Christmas dance
That magic time of year when dreams come true
Yeh, the Christmas dance
The only dance I wanna dance is you
The music's playing, hearts are swaying to the rhythm of romance
At the Christmas dance

I combed my hair and straightened out my tie
This year I'm gonna ask you do or die
And I'll need ev'ry ounce of courage I can find
Feet don't fail me, love be kind

At the Christmas dance
That magic time of year when dreams come true
The Christmas dance
The only dance I wanna dance is you
The music's playing, hearts are swaying to the rhythm of romance
At the Christmas dance

No more searching, love at last (No more searching, love at last)
No more ghosts of Christmas past (No more ghosts of Christmas past)
Under the mistletoe we kissed and danced so slow, Ho!

And when our children ask of the meaning of romance

At the Christmas dance
That magic time of year when dreams come true
At the Christmas dance
The only dance I wanna dance is you
The music's playing, hearts are swaying to the rhythm of romance
At the Christmas dance

(Oh, the Christmas dance)
(Yeah, the Christmas dance)
(Oh, the Christmas dance)
(Yeah, the Christmas dance, yeah)

Merry Christmas
(Yeah, the Christmas dance, yeah)
Merry Christmas, Yeah,
Merry Christmas, Yes! Yeah! Yeah!

At the Christmas dance

Tous Les Arbres Sont En Fleurs
(Adapted from: Honey - 1968)
Composer(s): Bobby Russell; Michel Jourdan
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1968

Titles In Other Languages:
1968 - Amore Mi Manchi
1968 - Kære
2003 - Mijn Liefste Ik Mis Je



Tous les arbres sont en fleurs
Et la forêt a ces couleurs
Que tu aimais
Les pommiers roses sur fond bleu
Ont le parfum des jours heureux
Rien n'a changé
Un peu de neige est restée
La neige que tu enlevais
Je m'en souviens
En m'éveillant je ne voyais
Que le printemps qui grandissait
Dans notre jardin
Tu riais comme un enfant
Tu ne faisais jamais semblant
Lorsque tu riais
Quand tes yeux clairs me regardaient
Tu savais lire à travers moi
Chaque pensée
Tu étais si fort et pourtant
Je te berçais comme un enfant
Quand tu pleurais
Je t'ai fait du mal bien des fois
Pourtant toute ma vie c'est toi
Que j'aimerai
Pierrot je t'aime
Je n'avais que toi
Et tu n'es plus qu'une ombre
Qui dort près de moi

Lorsque je rentrais tard parfois
Tu ne t'endormais pas sans moi
Tu m'attendais
Tu m'as parlé toute une nuit
De ce que serait notre vie
Si je voulais
Un soir d'orage avant Noël
Tu m'as dit qu'il faisait soleil
Et j'y croyais
Je me souviens tu me disais
Qu'on ne se quitterait jamais
Et j'y croyais
Pierre je t'aime
Je n'avais que toi
Et tu n'es plus qu'une ombre
Qui dort près de moi

Pourquoi ces fleurs dans le jardin
Cette nuit bleue illuminée
Par les étoiles
Je sens que le printemps revient
Mais qu'il ne me sert plus à rien
Qu'à me faire mal
Malgré tout malgré le temps
Je te revois rire et courir
A travers champs
Ce fût mon dernier vrai printemps
Tu t'es endormi pour longtemps
Pour trop longtemps
Dans un autre monde très loin
Y a parait-il un jardin
Plus beau qu'ici
Un grand théâtre où mon amour
Joue et continue chaque jour
D'aimer la vie......

The Christmas Child
Performer(s): Graham Kendrick



All the bells are ringing
For the Christmas Child
In the streets the lights are glowing
But there is no knowing
Of the Christmas Child

Oh, let this child be born in your heart
Oh, let this child be born in your heart
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight

Will our wars go on forever
And will peace be never
At Christmastime?
If we keep him in the manger
Then there is no danger
From the Christmas Child

Secret Lovers
Composer(s): David Lewis; Wayne Lewis
Performer(s): Atlantic Starr



(Her)
Here we are, just the two of us togetHer
Takin' this crazy chance to be all alone
We Both know that we should not be togetHer
‘Cause if we’re found out, it could mess up
Both our happy homes

(Him)
I hate to think about us all meetin' up togetHer
‘Cause as soon as I look at you it will show on my face, yeah
Then they’ll know that we’ve been loving each otHer
We can’t let ‘em know, no, no, no
We can’t leave a trace

(Both)
Secret lovers, yeah, that’s what we are
We shouldn't be togetHer
But we can’t let go, no, no
‘Cause we love each otHer so
Ooh…ooh…

(Her)
Sittin’ at home, I do nothin’ all day
But I think about you and hope that you’re okay
Hopin’ you’ll call before anyone gets home
I wait anxiously alone by the phone

(Him)
How could something so wrong be so right
I wish we didn’t have to keep our love out of sight, yeah
Livin' two lives just ain’t easy at all
But we gotta hang on in tHere or fall

(Both)
Secret lovers, yeah, that’s what we are
Tryin’ so hard to hide the way we feel
‘Cause we Both belong to someone else
But we can’t let go
‘Cause what we feel is, oh, so real
So real, so real

(Both)
You and me, are we fair
Is this cruel or do we care
Can they tell what’s in our minds
Maybe they’ve had secret loves all of the time

(Him)
In the middle of makin' love we notice the time
We Both get nervous ‘cause it’s way after nine
(Her)
Even though we hate it, we know it’s time that we go
We gotta be careful so that no one will know

(Both)
Secret lovers, yeah, that’s what we are
Tryin’ so hard to hide the way we feel
‘Cause we Both belong to someone else
But we can’t let go
‘Cause what we feel is, oh, so real
So real, so real

So real, so real

The Christmas Blues
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; David Holt
Performer(s): Dean Martin



The jingle bells are jingling
The streets are white with snow
The happy crowds are mingling
But there's no one that I know

I'm sure that you'll forgive me
If I don't enthuse
I guess I've got the Christmas blues

I've done my window shopping
There's not a store I've missed
But what's the use of stopping
When there's no one on your list
You'll know the way I'm feeling
When you love and you lose
I guess I've got the Christmas blues

When somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Christmas is a joy of joy
But friends when you're lonely
You'll find that it's only
A thing for little girls and little boys

May all your days be merry
Your seasons full of cheer
But 'til it's January
I'll just go and disappear
Oh Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes
But Santa only brought me the blues
Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues

Oh Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes
But Santa only brought me the blues
Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues

Secret Corrida
Composer(s): John Cale
Performer(s): John Cale



When I find you listening
And I find you seaching
And I find you thinking
I'll be waiting

When I'm lookin' for you
You'll see the difference
You're caught in a web
Your deceit

In the roar of the crowd
Of the work of the picador
Roar of the crowd
From the work of the picador

Blood on sawdust
The door slam shut
Beast of Eden
You can't get enough

I caught you laughing
On the day you left
This subtle difference
That I could sense

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowds
At the work of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowds
At the work of the picador

The train moves on
Through the valley
The whistle carries
A long, long way

To the beast of the mounting
A long time ago
We can still hear
The whistle blow

And the days light comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowd
Of the work of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
And the moon looks down
On the work of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
At the roar of the crowd
On the art of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets turn ugly
And the moon smiles down
On the art of the picador

The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)
Composer(s): Ross Bagdasarian
Performer(s): The Chipmunks
and multiple other artists



All right you Chipmunks!
Ready to sing your song?
I'll say we are!
Yeah!
Let's sing it now!
Okay, Simon?
Okay!
Okay, Theodore?
Okay!
Okay, Alvin? Alvin? Alvin!
Okay!!!
Christmas, Christmas time is near
Time for toys and time for cheer
We've been good, but we can't last
Hurry Christmas, hurry fast
Want a plane that loops the loop
Me, I want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
Okay fellas get ready
That was very good, Simon
Naturally
Very good Theodore
Ahhh
Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it
Ah, Alvin, Alvin, Alvin!
Okay
Want a plane that loops the loop
I still want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
Very good, boys
Lets sing it again!
Yeah, lets sing it again!
No, That's enough, lets not overdo it
What do you mean overdo it?
We want to sing it again!
Now wait a minute, boys
Why can't we sing it again?
Alvin, cut that out..
Theodore, just a minute
Simon will you cut that out?
Boys.....

Secret Agent Man
Composer(s): Phil Sloan; Steve Barri
First release by: Johnny Rivers - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



There's a man who lives a life of danger
To everyone he meets, he stays a stranger
With every move he makes
Another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name

Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Don't let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
Or odds are you won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name

Swinging on the Riviera one day
Lying in a Bombay alley next day
Be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name 

The Chimney Song
Composer(s): Dennis Amero; Bob Rivers; Brian Silva
Performer(s): Bob Rivers



There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all night long
Well, I waited up for Santa all Christmas night
But he never came and it don't seem right
And there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't make a sound
But I wish you Merry Christmas

There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all week long
Well, the dog keeps barking up the chimney flue
And we don't know what we're going to do
'Cause there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't move around
And it's been a week since Christmas

There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all month long
Well, it's jammed up tight above the fireplace
Now the house smells funny, such a big disgrace
That there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't talk at all
And it's been there since last Christmas

There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all year long
I'll been waiting up for Santa like I did last year
But my brother says, "He's already here"
And he's stuck up in the chimney
And he doesn't say a word
And he'll be there every Christmas
And we'll have him every Christmas