Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Who Kept The Sheep Composer(s): John R. Cash; June Carter Performer(s): Johnny Cash
The shepherds afar left their flocks by night Followed the new star by its heavenly light Did the lambs fear the wolves, did they lay down and sleep Who kept the sheep, who kept the sheep
Did robbers not steal or did they fear the light That the shepherds had followed night after night Did they not stray, did little lambs weep Who kept the sheep, who kept the sheep
Under the new star the new Saviour lay In his dim manger he lay on the hay The shepherds that came had a vigil to keep But who kept the sheep, who kept the sheep Who kept the sheep, who kept the sheep
Si J'étais Peintre Ou Maçon Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Si j'étais peintre ou maçon Métallo ou forgeron Que je travaille à la chaîne En écoutant ma rengaine Vous vous feriez une raison Si j'etais peintre ou maçon
Mais je gagne des millions Et combats à ma façon Votre bien-aimé système Et votre teint devient blême Quand je dis révolution Moi qui gagne des millions
Vous avez peur d'une chanson Peur de l'avenir Vous manquez d'imagination Jusqu'à en mourir
Si je sortais de prison Si je couchais sous les ponts Vous vous diriez c'est la haine Ce serait pour votre aubaine Une belle explication Si je sortais de prison
Moi qui croque vos millions Quand je chante abolissons Votre bien-aimé système Vous criez que je blasphème De vos profits le saint nom Moi qui croque vos millions
Vous avez peur d'une chanson Peur de l'avenir Vous manquez d'imagination Jusqu'à en mourir
Quand je chantais pour deux ronds Dormais sur un paillasson Vous disiez c'est la bohème Passé l'temps des cafés-crème Il changera d'opinion Quand je chantais pour deux ronds
Avec ou sans vos millions Dissippez vos illusions Vous ne m'aurez pas quand même Etre fidèle à moi-même Reste ma seule ambition Avec ou sans vos millions
Nous qui sommes des millions Vous déclarons sans façon Gardez bien votre système Car il changera quand même Que vous le vouliez ou non Nous qui sommes des millions
Who Is This Babe Composer(s): Don Potter Performer(s): The Judds
Who is this baby, where did he come from He's the son of a carpenter, the chosen one He's the hope of the ages, a gift of His love Just a child in a manger, God's only son
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Shepherds were watching out under the sky When the star over Bethlehem lit up the night He's the light in the darkness a gift from above He is held with the spirit of God's holy love
Oh Me! Oh My! (aka "Oh Me, Oh My, Oh You") Composer(s): Vincent Youmans; Ira Gershwin Performer(s): Gene Nelson & Doris Day; Kathryn Grayson
Oh me, oh my, oh my, oh me, oh you! Oh me, oh my, oh you! No other boy will do Cares would be forever ended And the world would be so splendid If you cared enough, dear, to be true Oh me, oh my, oh you (oh you) Those lips, those eyes of blue You're so handsome You're so sweet You simply lift me off my feet Oh me, oh my, oh you!
Who Is He In Yonder Stall
Composer(s): Benjamin Russell Hamby
Performer(s): Kenon D. Renfrow
Who is He in yonder stall
At whose feet the shepherds fall?
'Tis the Lord! oh wondrous story!
'Tis the Lord! the King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall
Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all!
Who is He in deep distress
Fasting in the wilderness?
'Tis the Lord! oh wondrous story!
'Tis the Lord! the King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall
Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all!
Who is He to whom they bring
All the sick and sorrowing?
'Tis the Lord! oh wondrous story!
'Tis the Lord! the King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall
Crown Him! crown Him, Lord of all!
Si J'étais Le Fils D'un Roi Performer(s): Marc Aryan
Si j'étais le fils d'un roi Si j'étais le fils d'un roi, chérie je t'offrirais une auto aussi longue qu'un bateau avec des coussins de soie téléphone et caetera si j'étais le fils d'un roi le fils d'un roi
Si j'étais le fils d'un roi Si j'étais le fils d'un roi je t'offrirais un château au sommet d'un coteau, oui domestiques et soldats jardiniers et caetera si j'étais le fils d'un roi le fils d'un roi
Comme je n'suis pas fils de roi Comme je n'suis pas fils de roi je ne peux t'offrir tout ça pas même le quart de tout ça, oh non chérie mais je t'offre si tu veux ma p'tite maison de banlieue où nous pourrions être heureux tous les deux
White Christmas Makes Me Blue Composer(s): Rich Grissom; Neil Patton Rogers Performer(s): Randy Travis
I sent out...seasons greetings To all our same old friends The tree is trimmed and in your favorite place I decked the halls with holly Built a snowman in the lane I sang jingle bells and a one horse open sleigh
But White Christmas makes me blue Every time I hear it play I think of you I remember all the good ones we knew Oh, White Christmas makes me blue
I'm trying to be happy I know you'd want me to Being sad at Christmas time aint right I'm keeping our traditions-"wishing you were here" On Christmas eve I still sing silent night
But White Christmas makes me blue Every time I hear it play I think of you I remember all the good ones we knew Oh, White Christmas makes me blue Oh, White Christmas makes me blue
Old Records Composer(s): Merle Kilgore; Arthur Goring Thomas Performer(s): Margie Singleton; Kitty Wells; Kay Starr
Old records bring back mem'ries Pictures bring back tears Do you ever think of me after all these years
I found a stack of old records that we used to listen to And there beside the records were pictures of me and you So I dusted off the records and played them one more time I listened and looked at the pictures and almost lost my mind 'Cause old records bring back...
Like the songs on the records we were a big hit of yesterday And when you held me in the pictures I didn't know I didn't know you'd fade away But old records bring back...
White Christmas
Composer(s): Irving Berlin
First performance/First release by: Bing Crosby & Martha Mears.; Ernest Tubb - 1942/1949
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1966 - Blanca Navidad
1971 - Noël Blanc
1973 - Witte Kerstmis
The sun is shining The grass is green The orange and palm trees sway I've never seen such a day In Beverly Hills LA But it's December the 24th And I am longing to be up North
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white
Si J'étais Elle Composer(s): Carla Bruni; Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Si j'étais elle Je saurais dire tant de ces choses Tant de ces mots qu'elle ne dit pas De sa voix douce à en frémir Si j'étais elle Je ne voudrais pas de tous ces songes De tous ces drôles de mensonges Qu'elle s'invente pour s'enfuir
Mais il n'y a qu'elle Qui sait se taire ainsi Et elle se cache dans ses silences Comme une toute petite fille Mais il n'y a qu'elle Qui sait se fuir comme ça Et elle s'allonge dans son absence Tout contre moi tout contre moi
Si j'étais elle Je ne chercherais pas tellement d'excuses Paroles vaines et vains refuges Tristes armes de combat Si j'étais elle Je n'aimerais pas me voir souffrir À en crever à la maudire Pour tout ce mal qu'elle pose là
Mais il n'y a qu'elle Qui sait se taire ainsi Et elle se cache dans ses silences Comme une toute petite fille Mais il n'y a qu'elle Qui sait se fuir comme ça Et elle s'allonge dans son absence Tout contre moi tout contre moi
Si j'étais elle Je laisserais que tout se glisse Que tout se passe et très en douce C'est qu'elle est douce croyez-moi Si j'étais elle je voudrais bien juste pour voir Juste pour rien, juste comme ça, comment ça serait... Cet amour-là
Si j'étais elle Si j'étais elle Si j'étais elle Si j'étais elle
Picture Of Your Mother Composer(s): Tom T. Hall Performer(s): Tom T. Hall; NewFound Road
My little girl and I lost Mama just three years ago And now that she is older there are things she wants to know She said, "Please Daddy tell me 'bout my mother 'cause I miss her" I said "Get pen and paper and I'll help your draw her picture"
I said "First draw a heart so big there's room for little else Then write a million for the things that she denied herself Draw a rose the kind of which there'll never be another And when you finish you will have a picture of your mother
"If you want to make the picture even more complete You could draw a little cottage, draw it nice and neat Draw a bright and shining sun up in the sky above But then again I guess it's pretty hard to draw my love
"So draw a heart so big that there is room for little else Write a million for the things that she denied herself Draw a rose the kind of which there'll never be another And when you finish you will have a picture of your mother"
Si Alguna Vez Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Si alguna vez tuviste palabras sinceras y se las diste a alguna mujer si como yo creías en ella y se fue, y se fue Deja de llorar, deja de llorar como hice yo lo que amabas tú lo que amaba yo atrás se quedo Si con dinero comprabas a las buenas amigas para olvidarte de tu soledad para que buscas entre esa gente la verdad, la amistad Deja de llorar, deja de llorar como hice yo lo que hiciste tú lo que hice yo atrás se quedo Deja de llorar, deja de llorar como hice yo lo que fuiste tú lo que era yo atrás se quedo
Si Jétais Blanche Composer(s): Bobby Falk; Leo Lelièvre; Henri Varna Performer(s): Josephine Baker
J' voudrais être Blanche Pour moi, quel bonheur Si mes seins et mes hanches Changeaient de couleur
Les Parisiennes, à Juan-les-Pins Se faisaient gloire Au soleil d'exposer leurs reins Pour être Noires
Moi, pour être Blanche J'allais me roulant Parmi les avalanches En haut du mont Blanc
Ce stratagème Donna zéro J'avais l'air, dans la crème D'un petit pruneau
Étant petite, avec chagrin J'admirais dans les magasins La teinte pâle des poupées blondes J'aurais voulu leur ressembler Et je disais, l'air accablé Me croyant seule brune au monde
Ti li ti li ti...
Moi, si j'étais Blanche Sachez qu' mon bonheur Qui près de vous s'épanche Garderait sa couleur
Au soleil, c'est par l'extérieur Que l'on se dore Moi, c'est la flamme de mon cur Qui me colore
Ti li ti li ti...
Et si ma figure Mon corps sont brunis C'est parce que la nature Me voulait ainsi
Mais je suis franche Dites-moi Messieurs Faut-il que je sois Blanche Pour vous plaire mieux?
Where Are You Christmas? From the film "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" (2000) Composer(s): Mariah Carey; James Horner; Will Jennings Performer(s): Faith Hill; and various other artists
Where are you Christmas Why can't I find you Why have you gone away Where is the laughter You used to bring me Why can't I hear music play
My world is changing I'm rearranging Does that mean Christmas changes too
Where are you Christmas Do you remember The one you used to know I'm not the same one See what the time's done Is that why you have let me go
Christmas is here Everywhere, oh Christmas is here If you care, oh
If there is love in your heart and your mind You will feel like Christmas all the time
I feel you Christmas I know I've found you You never fade away The joy of Christmas Stays here in silence Fills each and every heart with love
Where are you Christmas Fills your heart with love
Rachel
Composer(s): Skeeter Davis
Performer(s): Skeeter Davis
Rachel, Rachel, that's the name you kept callin' Last night while you were asleep I kissed you and woke you and you hugged me tightly And said you were having a dream I teased you and asked you now who is this Rachel You said I imagined the name But I knew as soon as I asked you the question That I'd hear of Rachel again.
I've noticed lately while you sleep you've been smilin' And you've never done this before And I've noticed lately and I just can't help but wonder Why I never smile anymore Well, I guess a woman has some way of knowin' When her man don't feel quiet the same Some other woman is making you smile now While you slept you told me her name.
Now you lie here sleepin', I lie here cryin' I love you I can't set you free You're smilin' and dreamin' that you're with your Rachel But you'll die in your sleep holdin' me And I'll die wondering who's Rachel...
When The Snow Comes Down In Tinseltown Composer(s): Charlie Midnight Performer(s): Hilary Duff
Dear Santa, I live in Hollywood But it's not like in the movies Where Christmas is always snowy white On my list, is just one wish That it would snow tonight.....
When the snow comes down in Tinseltown You'll be dancing in Hollywood Slippin' and sliding and sleigh riding All over the neighborhood
You'll be rocking with a stocking on your head So the cold wont get to you. On Christmas Eve you can believe That wishes do come true
Oh, when the snow comes down Oh, in Tinseltown On Christmas Eve you will believe When the snow comes down in Tinseltown
You close your eyes and to your surprise You see the reindeer fly The choir singing fa la la la la Go walking by
Singing and ringing right along And church bells in the air It seems so real, that you can feel The snowflakes in your hair
Oh, when the snow comes down Oh, in Tinseltown On Christmas Eve you will believe When the snow comes down in
In the morning, when you awake Your face all shining bright And when you look outside you see The palm trees dressed in white
Dear Santa, thank you Thank you for that perfect Christmas day Gliding down the streets of Hollywood In a one horse open sleigh
Oh, when the snow comes down Oh, in Tinseltown On Christmas Eve you will believe When the snow comes down in Tinseltown
Oh, when the snow comes down Oh, in Tinseltown On Christmas Eve you will believe When the snow comes down in Tinseltown
Oh, when the snow comes down Oh, in Tinseltown On Christmas Eve you will believe When the snow comes down in Tinseltown
Oh, when the snow comes down Oh, in Tinseltown On Christmas Eve you will believe When the snow comes down in Tinseltown
When Santa got stuck up the chimney He began to shout You girls and boys Won't get any toys If you don't pull me out There's soot on my back And my beard is all black My nose is tickling too! When Santa got stuck up the chimney Achoo, Achoo, Achoo
't Was on the eve before Christmas Day When Santa Claus arrived on his sleigh Into the chimney he climbed with his sack But he was so fat - he couldn't get back Oh, what a terrible plight, gangway He stayed up there all night When Santa got stuck up the chimney He began to yell Oh hurry, please It's all such a squeeze The reindeer's stuck as well! His head's up there in the cold night air Now Rudolph's nose is blue!! When Santa got stuck up the chimney Achoo, Achoo, Achoo, Achoo, Achoo, Achoo, Achoo!
