Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Now that you're gone I'm alone on the shore You're not walking with me So the song of the sea Isn't sweet anymore
But the soft soft sands Are the same soft sands Where we once had such fun In the warm summer sunshine
There is the rock That you dared me to climb Darling, that was the place Where we shared an embrace For the very first time
Yes, the rock still stands On the soft soft sands And it's more than my heart can bear
Why do I still dream of that storybook ending When will my heart ever learn Why do I sit here pretending That you will, that you will, that you will return
Time and again, since you told me goodbye I come back to this spot 'Cause it's all that I got to remember you by And I run my hands through the soft soft sands Where you once said you'd always care
Pretty Belinda Composer(s): Chris Andrews Performer(s): Chris Andrews
She lived in a boathouse down by the river Every one called her pretty Belinda Went to the boathouse down by the river Just for a look at pretty Belinda All of my loving wanted to give her Soon as I saw her pretty Belinda Lived in a boathouse down by the river Wanted to have her pretty Belinda Her eyes are exciting, her hair it looks golden Her lips were inviting, and my heart she's stolen Now we're together, me and Belinda Now and forever, me and Belinda She lived on a boathouse down by the river Every one called her pretty Belinda Went to the boathouse down by the river Just for a look at pretty Belinda She lives in a boathouse down by the river Every one called her pretty Belinda Went to the boathouse down by the river Just for a look at pretty Belinda Now I have wed her, my pretty Belinda And that's where I send her, my pretty Belinda She gave her heart and made me a promise We'll never part, for Belinda is honest We live in a boathouse down by the river Every one calls her pretty Belinda We live in a boathouse down by the river Me and my wife called pretty Belinda
Bem Bom Composer(s): Tózé Brito - Pedro Brito - António Pinho First performance by: Doce - 1982
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Uma da manhã: um toque, um brilho no olhar Duas da manhã: dois dedos de magia Às duas por três, quem sabe onde isto irá parar Quatro da manhã caindo, um luar de lua lindo Uma gota a mais e o chão ia fugindo
Uma da manhã, hey Bem bom duas da manhã Bem bom já três da manhã, hey Bem bom quatro da manhã
Bem bom cinco da manhã, hey Bem bom já seis da manhã Bem bom sete da manhã, hey Bem bom oito da manhã Bem bom café da manhã para dois Sem saber o que virá depois Bem bom
Cinco da manhã Ai sim, coração sigo O bater das seis e meia de loucura Sete da manhã ouvindo um disco antigo Hoje é o primeiro dia Do resto da tua vida São horas a mais e já não há saída
Uma da manhã, hey Bem bom duas da manhã Bem bom já três da manhã, hey Bem bom quatro da manhã
Bem bom cinco da manhã, hey Bem bom já seis da manhã Bem bom sete da manhã, hey Bem bom oito da manhã Bem bom café da manhã para dois Sem saber o que virá depois
Uma da manhã, hey Bem bom duas da manhã Bem bom já três da manhã, hey Bem bom quatro da manhã
Bem bom cinco da manhã, hey Bem bom já seis da manhã Bem bom sete da manhã, hey Bem bom oito da manhã Bem bom café da manhã para dois Sem saber o que virá depois Bem bom, hey
I had a date with a pretty ballerina Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me Was I surprised, yeah Was I surprised, no not at all
I called her yesterday, it should have been tomorrow I could not keep the joy that was inside I asked for her to tell me if she really loved me Somewhere a mountain is moving Afraid it's moving without me
I had a date with a pretty ballerina Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me Was I surprised, yeah Was I surprised, no not at all
And when I wake on a dreary Sunday morning I opened up my eyes to find there's rain And something deep within said, "go ahead and find her, Just close your eyes, yeah Just close your eyes and she'll be there...
She'll be there...
I climb the mountains high I still love rivers wide I could do most anything To be by your side
He's mine, he's mine My pretty baby, oh yeah My pretty baby
Fångad I En Dröm Composer(s): Bengt Palmers - Björn Skifs First performance by: Björn Skifs - 1981
I mitt hus, där händer det att natten är lång I mitt hus, där känner du nånting är på gång Och när dagen börjar skymma bjuder oron upp till dans Du försöker komma undan men du kommer ingen stans
Och fångad i en dröm som inte gör dig fri Fångad i en dröm, hålls du kvar ändå av din fantasi
Ja, fångad om igen och om du kunde fly Men fångad i en dröm, blir du kvar ändå tills att dagen gryr I en dröm, i en dröm
I en tid när världen skall vara full av logik I en tid när sagor inte längre hör hit Ser du verkligheten rasa och det isar i din hud Och du skriker ut din fasa men det kommer inga ljud
Och fångad i en dröm som inte gör dig fri Fångad i en dröm, hålls du kvar ändå av din fantasi
Ja, fångad om igen och om du kunde fly Men fångad i en dröm, blir du kvar ändå tills att dagen gryr
Fångad i en dröm som inte gör dig fri Fångad i en dröm, hålls du kvar ändå av din fantasi I en dröm, i en dröm I en dröm, i en dröm
Pretty Baby Composer(s): Tony Jackson; Gus Kahn; Egbert Van Alstyne Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Judy Garland; and various other artists
You ask me why I'm always teasing you You hate to have me call you Pretty Baby I really thought that I was pleasing you For you're just a baby to me Your cunning little dimples and your baby stare Your baby talk and baby walk and curly hair Your baby smile makes life worth while You're just as sweet as you can be
Your mother says you were the cutest kid No wonder, dearie, that I'm wild about you And all the cunning things you said and did Why, I love to fondly recall Ann just like Peter Pan, it seems you'll always be The same sweet, cunning, Little Baby dear to me And that is why I'm sure that I will always love you best of all
Everybody loves a baby that's why I'm in love with you Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby And I'd to be your sister, brother, dad and mother too Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby Won't you come and let me rock you in my cradle of love And we'll cuddle all the time Oh! I want a Lovin' Baby and it might as well be you Pretty Baby of mine
Jealous Composer(s): Dick Finch; Jack Little; Tommie Malie Performer(s): Betty Hutton; and various other artists
I'm jealous of the moon that shines above (You're in love and you know it) Because it smiles upon the one I love (Even your eyes plainly show it) I'm jealous of the birdies in the trees (Jealous of each little thing passing by) How they always sing the sweetest melodies (I often wonder why you're jealous)
Jealous of the pretty flowers too (Who do they remind you of?) And I miss the kiss they always get from you (Maybe you're in love) I'm jealous of the "tick-tock" on the shelf (I'm wondering why) Oh baby, I'm so mean I'm getting jealous of myself
Jealous of the pretty flowers too (Who do they remind you of?) And I miss the kiss they always get from you (Maybe you're in love) I'm jealous of the "tick-tock" on the shelf (I'm wondering why) Oh baby, I'm so mean I'm getting jealous of myself
Les Pieds Des Missionnaires Composer(s): Jeanine Deckers Performer(s): Jeanine Deckers (aka Soeur Sourire)
Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Les pieds des missionnaires Qui vont planter partout Le royaume des cieux Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Les pieds des missionnaires Sur les chemins du monde Portant l'amour de Dieu
Avec les pieds, c'est fou tout c'qu'on peut faire De la danse, du football, du ski, du pédalo Mais qui chantera les pieds des missionnaires Allant par monts et vaux
Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Les pieds des missionnaires Qui vont planter partout Le royaume des cieux Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Les pieds des missionnaires Sur les chemins du monde Portant l'amour de Dieu
Isaïe, prophète et visionnaire Ecrivain du très-haut, poète du Seigneur Un jour exalta les pieds des missionnaires "Messagers de bonheur"
Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Les pieds des missionnaires Qui vont planter partout Le royaume des cieux Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Les pieds des missionnaires Sur les chemins du monde Portant l'amour de Dieu
François, Xavier, Pierre, Paul et Dominique Porte-parole du Christ, Champions de course à pied Ont promené leur pointure magnifique De par le monde entier
Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Les pieds des missionnaires Qui vont planter partout Le royaume des cieux Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Les pieds des missionnaires Sur les chemins du monde Portant l'amour de Dieu
Et quand la mort les mènera chez Saint-Pierre Les pieds par devant, usés, durcis, caleux On les verra l'éternité entière Gambader dans les cieux
Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Les pieds des missionnaires Qui vont planter partout Le royaume des cieux Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Les pieds des missionnaires Sur les chemins du monde Portant l'amour de Dieu Portant l'amour de Dieu
A Flower
((French Version: Une Fleur (by Jeanine Deckers))
Composer(s): Jeanine Deckers
Performer(s): Jeanine Deckers (aka The Singing Nun)
With a flower on the tip of my muddy shoes I'm walking toward the Lord, happily singing With a flower on the tip of my muddy shoes I go my way with a light heart I've picked a flower of hope Among the budding wheat Among the adolescents And winter evenings I've picked the flower of hope In the love of the Lord Toward Him I am advancing With a heartful of songs I found along my way A flower in the sunshine It chased away My desperate tears In my heart The wealth of a see of eternity Carries me with the happiness
Avec Toi (English Verions: With You) Composer(s): Jeanine Deckers Performer(s): Jeanine Deckers (Soeur Sourire)
Avec Toi je veux partir toute la vie Sur les routes du monde entier Avec Toi je veux partir toute la vie Chez mes frères du monde entier Tu m'as tendu la main Et mes pas dans les tiens Te suivront o mon Dieu Quel que soit le chemin Avec Toi je veux partir toute la vie Sur les routes du monde entier Avec Toi je veux servir toute la vie Tous mes frères du monde entier Et j'irai vers ceux-là Où Tu me conduiras Pour chanter, o mon Dieu Ton amour et Ta joie Avec Toi je veux servir toute la vie Sur les routes du monde entier Avec Toi j'irai jusqu'au bout de la vie Sur les routes du monde entier Avec Toi j'irai jusqu'au bout de la vie Chez mes frères du monde entier Comme Toi se donner Et se perdre et s'user Pour grandir o mon Dieu Ton royaume d'amitié Avec Toi j'irai jusqu'au bout de la vie Sur les routes du monde entier Avec Toi je veux partir toute la vie Sur les routes d'Éternité Au seuil du Paradis Tu attendras ma vie En Tes mains, o mon Dieu Je remets mon esprit Avec Toi je veux partir toute la vie Sur les routes d'Éternité
Pretending Composer(s): Al Sherman; Marty Symes Performer(s): Bing Crosby; Les Paul; Andy Russell
Hearts are gay when they play at pretending If youre blue, why dont you try pretending After all arent we all idle skeemers What is life for the world full of dreamers Youre not poor, not when youre make believing So when you have blue moments to stand Close your eyes and you will see How surprised you will be If you just pretend
After all arent we all idle skeemers What is life for the world full of dreamers Youre not poor, not when youre make believing So when you have blue moments to stand Close your eyes and you will see How surprised you will be If you just pretend
The Seagulls (French Version: Les Mouettes) Composer(s): Jeanine Deckers Performer(s): Jeanine Deckers (The Singing Nun)
The seagulls, two by two Are going in a row To take a dip In the blue, blue sea Mister Gull is fishing for eel And missus Gull is roasting In the noontime sun Grandpa Gull on tip toes Feet in the water and pants upturned relives his younger years. Jean-Francois and Jean-Oouis are riding their amphibian boat And shout their joy at the top of their lungs On His balcony in the skies God leans down and smiles At the happiness of His children
Pretend You Don't See Her Composer(s): Steve Allen Performer(s): Jerry Vale; Bobby Vee; Al Caiola
Look somewhere above her, pretend you don't love her Pretend you don't see her at all
Pretend you don't see her, my heart Although she is coming our way Pretend you don't need her, my heart But smile and pretend to be gay
It's too late for running, my heart Chin up if the tears start to fall Look somewhere above her, pretend you don't love her Pretend you don't see her at all
Pretend you don't see her, my heart Although she is coming our way Pretend you don't need her, my heart But smile and pretend to be gay
It's too late for running, my heart Chin up if the tears start to fall Look somewhere above her, pretend you don't love her Pretend you don't see her at all
Les Mouettes (English Version: The Seagulls) Composer(s): Jeanine Deckers Jeanine Deckers (Soeur Sourire)
Les mouettes, deux par deux S'en vont à la gueu leu, leu Faire trempette dans La mer bleu, bleu, bleu Monsieur Pêche des anguilles Et Madame se rôtit Dans le soleil de midi Grand Papa haut retrousse Pieds dans l'eau et pans relevés A rejoint ses jeunes années Jean-François et Jean-Louis Embarqués sur l'amphibie Clament leur joie à grands cris Au balcon du firmament Dieu se penche en souriant Sur la joie de ses enfants
