A Sermon
Composer(s): Stewart Copeland
Performer(s): The Police



When you reach number ten
And think the struggle ends
But it ain't the end
It's only a trend
You have to unbend
'Cause it's only a trend
Don't lose all your friends
Don't make heroes end
When you reach number eight it ain't no pearly gate
'Cause it won't satiate your growing appetite
You can ply your trade and push your crusade
Emancipate or indoctrinate, but the
Traps are all laid for any honest crusade
Your old values will fade as you struggle to make the grade
As you struggle to make the grade
As you struggle to make the grade
You needn't bother
When you hit number four you're almost through the door
But there's a whole lot more you just can't ignore
The telephone's sure, you know the score
But don't let this uproar dissipate your encore
It's written in the news how you paid your dues
But you've no excuse for the people you abuse
When you reach number one you can beat your drum
You can sack your roadies in Birmingham
When your record is platinum, you can stick it to the bath
To the wall like you've always planned
It's written in the news how you paid your dues
There's no excuse for the people you abuse
When you reach to the top
Who do you abuse?
No excuse
For the people you abuse

You've got no excuse
For the people you abuse

Wait Until Dark
Composer(s): Ray Evans; Jay Livingston; Henry Mancini
Performer(s): Henry Mancini;
and various other artists



Who cares how cold and grey the day may be
Wait until dark and we'll be warm
Our place of love, is where we face our dreams together
Where our fantasies take fold
When I can feel your nearness in the night
My dissapointments disappear
The chilliest day may bring us little dreams
That seem to miss their mark
But, oh my darling, wait until dark

Serenade To A Jerk
Composer(s): Wayne Hoefle - Del Porter
Performer(s): Spike Jones & his City Slickers



I shouldn't love him, he's lazy
He sits around while I work
But when he's near me my heart sings
A serenade to a jerk

Sometimes he's stupid and hazy
Sometimes his brain doesn't hurt
Still the guy plays on my heart strings
A serenade to a jerk

Oh maybe I'm a little fool
For loving the guy the way I do
Wonder why I'm stuck with him

Leaving him would drive me crazy
I'm sure that it wouldn't work
So I'll pour my heart out by singing
A serenade to a jerk

Oh I shouldn't love him, he's lazy
He sits around while I work
Ah but when he's near me my heart sings
A serenade to a jerk

Sometimes he's stupid and hazy
Sometimes his brain doesn't hurt
Still the guy plays on my heart strings
A serenade to a jerk

Oh maybe I'm a little fool
For loving the guy the way I do,
Wonder why I'm stuck with him

Leaving him would drive me crazy
I'm sure that it wouldn't work
So I'll pour my heart out by singing
A serenade to a
A serenade to a
A serenade to a jerk

Wait Till The Sun Shines, Nellie
Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling; Harry von Tilzer
Performer(s): Bing Crosby;
and various other artists



On a Sunday morn sat a maid forlorn 
With her sweetheart by her side
Through the windowpane, she looked at the rain
"We must stay home, Joe," she cried
"There's a picnic, too, at the old Point View
It's a shame it rained today" 
Then the boy drew near, kissed away each tear
And she heard him softly say
"Wait till the sun shines, Nellie
When the clouds go drifting by
We will be happy, Nellie
Don't you sigh
Down Lover's Lane we'll wander
Sweethearts you and I
Wait till the sun shines, Nellie
Bye and bye" 
"How I long," she sighed, "for a trolley ride 
Just to show my brand new gown" 
Then she gazed on high with a gladsome cry 
For the sun came shining down 
And she looked so sweet on the big front seat 
As the car sped on its way
And she whispered low
"Say you're all right, Joe
You just won my heart today"

A Sense Of Wonder
Composer(s): Van Morrison
Performer(s): Van Morrison



I walked in my greatcoat
Down through the days of the leaves
No before after, yes after before
We were shining our light into the days of blooming wonder
In the eternal presence, in the presence of the flame

Didn’t I come to bring you a sense of wonder
Didn’t I come to lift your fiery vision bright
Didn’t I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame

On and on and on and on we kept singing our song
Over newtonards and comber, gransha and the Ballystockart road
With boffyflow and spike
I said I could describe the leaves for samuel and felicity
Rich, red browney, half burnt orange and green

Didn’t I come to bring you a sense of wonder
Didn’t I come to lift your fiery vision bright
Didn’t I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame

It’s easy to describe the leaves in the autumn
And it’s oh so easy in the spring
But down through January and February it’s a very different thing

On and on and on, through the winter of our discontent
When the wind blows up the collar and the ears are frostbitten too
I said I could describe the leaves for Samuel and what it means to you and me
You may call my love Sophia, but I call my love philosophy

Didn’t I come to bring you a sense of wonder
Didn’t I come to lift your fiery vision
Didn’t I come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame

Wee Alfie at the
Castle picture house on the Castlereagh road

Whistling on the corner next door where
He kept Johnny Mack brown’s horse
O solo mio by McGimsey
And the man who played the saw
Outside the city hall
Pastie suppers down at Davey’s chipper
Gravy rings, barmbracks
Wagon wheels, snowballs

Wait 'Til My Bobby Gets Home
Composer(s): Phil Spector; Ellie Greenwich; Jeff Barry
Performer(s): Darlene Love;
Ellie Greenwich; Beverley Jones



You've been calling in me every day
Ever since my Bobby went away
You've been knocking on my fromt door
And I know just what you're looking for, but
Even though you really look so fine
And we've been having good times

Chorus:
I'm gonna wait, 'til my Bobby gets home
Wait 'til my baby gets home
Yeah, yeah, yeah you better leave me alone
True I need some lovin' and some kissin' and a huggin'
But I'll wait 'til my Bobby gets home

You wanna take me to a movie show
I gotta tell you that I just can't go
I know Bobby's gonna call tonight
I wanna tell him evey thing's allright, and
Though I haven't got a thing to do
And I'm so lonely and blue

Chorus

Chorus

A Secret Love
Composer(s): Bobby Kimball - David Paich - Steve Porcaro
Performer(s): Toto



He never felt that she cared
Turning to leave
Feeling her lonely stare
If only a secret love

Left more than a broken heart
Like a fool thnks he felt the start
Of what he hoped for so long

He waits though he knows she's gone
Alone he climbs
Until he falls

Only a secret love brings more than a broken heart

Like a fool I have played the part
Of what I hoped for so long
The need to belong...
In love 

Wait On Time
Composer(s): Kim Wilson
Performer(s): The Fabulous Thunderbirds;
Gary Bernath; Blue Fuller; Steve Hill



Well I don't live like a king
And I don't drive a big car
The gypsy woman was right
When she said I would go far

Just wait on time baby
I'll be there one day
Yeah, and until I get there baby
All I can do is hope and pray

Well you say you'll stick with me baby
Stick with me through thick and thin
I know someday baby
My bad luck has got to end

Just wait on me baby
I'll be there one day
Yes, and until I get there baby
All I can do is hope and pray

Well you say you'll stick with me baby
Stick with me through thick and thin
I know someday baby
My bad luck has got to end

Just wait on time baby
I'll be there one day
Yes, and until I get there baby
All I can do is hope and pray

Well I live the life I love
And I love the life I live
The life I live baby
Is all I have to give

So just wait on me baby
We'll be there one day
Yes, and until I get there baby
All I can do is hope and pray

Well, you just got to wait on time baby
Yes, just wait on time baby
Yeah-heah...be good to me baby
Because until I get there baby
All I can do is hope and pray

Scottish Soldier
Composer(s): Andy Stewart
Performer(s): Isla St. Clair



There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder with good broad shoulder
He fought many affray, and fought and won

He’d seen the glory, he’d told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But now he’s sighing, his heart is crying
To leave those green hills of Tyrol

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, they’re not my land’s hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling, and death is calling
And he will fade away in that far land

He called his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound a lay 
A pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on those green hills of Tyrol

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, they’re not my land’s hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
You’ll see a piper play his soldier home

He’s seen the glory, he’s told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugle’s ceased now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, they’re not my land’s hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, they’re not my land’s hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

Wait For Me
Composer(s): Daryl Hall
Performer(s): Hall & Oates



Midnight hour almost over
Time is running out for the magic pair
I know you gave the best that you have
But one more chance
couldn't be all that hard to bear

Wait for me please
Wait for me
Alright, I guess
that's more than I should ask
Wait for me please
Wait for me
Although I know the light is fading fast

You could go either way
Is it easier to stay
I wonder what you'll do
when your chance rolls around
But you gotta know how much I want to keep you
When I'm away I'm afraid it will all fall down

Love is what it does and ours is doing nothing
But all the time we spent
It must be good for something
Please forgive all the disturbance I'm creating
But you gotta lot to learn if you think that I'm not waiting for you

À Santiago
((Dutch Version: Carnaval Naar Santiago (by Herman van Veen) - 1969))
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat
First release by: Jean Ferrat - 1967



À Santiago de Cuba
À Santiago de Cuba

Le carnaval nous entraîne
Quatre nuits sans perdre haleine
L'orgue oriental se déchaîne
Et moi qui danse comme un troène

À Santiago de Cuba

Le rhum qui coule du tonnerre
La serviette en bandoulière
J'avais l'air de quoi ma mère
Moi moi qui danse comme une soupière

C'était dur
À Santiago de Cuba

Un sombrero fantastique
Un cigare astronomique
La musique la musique
Et moi qui danse comme une barrique

C'était très dur
À Santiago de Cuba

Les petits seins des métisses
Du miel et du pain d'épice
Je côtoie des précipices
Et moi qui danse comme une saucisse

Allez mon vieux, faut tenir, hein
À Santiago de Cuba

Wait And See
Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew; Fats Domino
Performer(s): Fats Domino



The sun's gonna shine in my back door someday
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
One day you'll cry, I won't come back to you
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see

You've got such a great, big beautiful smile
I wanna hug and kiss you for a while

The sun's gonna shine in my back door someday
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see

You've got such a great, big beautiful smile
You're so doggone mean I wonder why?

One day you'll cry, I won't come back to you
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see

The sun's gonna shine in my back door someday
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
Wait and see, wait and see
Wait and see, wait and see

Carnaval Naar Santiago
((Adapted from: À Santiago (Jean Ferrat) - 1967))
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat - R. Smit - Arno Guldemond
Performer(s): Herman van Veen - 1969



Het carnaval is reusachtig
vol met kleuren, klanken, prachtig
mensenmassa's hossen jachtig
en ik, ik dans als een toerist

Meisjes dansen opgetogen
zwarte haren, schitterogen
zoeken dingen die niet mogen
en ik, ik dans als een pastoor

De rum die stroomt overvloedig
maakt de bange minnaars spoedig
opgewekt en doldwaas moedig
en ik, ik dans als een kanon

Wait A While
Composer(s): Jon Lord; Sam Brown
Performer(s): Deep Purple;
and various other artists



Wait before you go
So you will know, what I am feeling as you leave
I understand, your need for some time
Some solitude

Wait a while, before you go
You should know by now, my heart belongs to you

I know that you must leave
And I can see, that it's not easy for you, no
Buy I'll be here and know that my soul
Is always near you

Wait a while before you go
You should know by now I love you and so I will wait a while

Shake the vow and the leaves start falling
Spill the wine and our dreams come tumbling down
All around
The sand of time is slipping through my fingers
You and I, still the memories linger on
And on

Now I know that if I can only let go
And wait a while, you'll be here again with me
The same old friends we've always been

Wait a while before you go
You should know by now I love you and so I will wait a while
Wait a while
Wait a while
For you

A Salty Dog
((Italian Versions: Il Marinaio (by Massimo Ranieri) - 1970; Un Marinaio (by The Beans)
Un Angelo In Più (by Oro) - 1995; Nel Così Blu (by Zucchero) - 2006))
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid
First release by: Procol Harum - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists



'All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry 
'Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!' 
Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly? 
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive 

We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die 
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye 
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call 
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all 

We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore 
The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy 
Now many moons and many Junes have passed since we made land 
A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand 

Wait A Minute
Composer(s): Darin; Kirshner
Performer(s): The Coasters



Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Wait a Minute let me understand...

While I'm a-sittin' here holdin' your hand

Your tellin' me about the boy next door
Tellin' me that he can offer you more
What a nerve!
What a case!

Chorus:
Wait just a minute
You know that won't get it
Wock-a-doo wock-a-doo
If thats the way your love will be
You might as well forget it
Wock-a-doo, wock-a-doo, wha

Am I correct in hearin' what you say
That you would rather be with him instead
You said that you could travel with him far
You say he's got a brand new Cadillac car
Well...What you mean?
Is that so!?!
Better let that woman go!

Chorus

I don't go for all the crazy noise
About you datin' all those other boys
If I'm gonna be your only one
I'm not waitin' till your honey's done
You're a riot!
And you're tough!
Honey, cut out all that stuff

Chorus

I'm gonna tell you for the very last time
If I'm yours, you better be mine
When I come home about a quarter to 4
Don't wanna hear the slammin' of the back door
Youre bad!
And so wild!
Stop a-messin with me, child!

You might as well forget it...

Why, you can just forget about
The whole cotton-pickin affair!
I get so tired of you finaglin' around...

Il Marinaio 
((aka Un Marinaio (by The Beans); Un Angelo In Più (by Oro) - 1995; Nel Così Blu (by Zucchero) - 2006))
((Adapted from: A Salty Dog (by Procol Harum) - 1969))
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid - Mogol
Performer(s): Massimo Ranieri - 1970



Seduto qui
io guardo il mar
sono quasi già le sei
la nave è là
in fondo al mar
lentamente se ne va...

Il sole tarda
il vento è freddo
e frusta gli occhi miei
i miei ricordi
il viso tuo
non mi ha lasciato mai

Un marinaio vicino a me
anche lui guarda il mar
a cosa pensa
io non lo so
c'è sale negli occhi suoi...

Il suo fantasma
chissà chi è
certamente non sei tu!
Il vento è freddo
anche per lui
ma lui non piange più...

Un marinaio vicino a me
anche lui guarda il mar
a cosa pensa
io non lo so
c'è sale negli occhi suoi...

Il suo fantasma
chissà chi è
certamente non sei tu!
Il vento è freddo
anche per lui
ma lui non piange più... 

Wait
Composer(s): Jackie Jackson; David Paich
Performer(s): The Jacksons



How come you tell me that we have to get away?
But girl, you can't be found
We'll dine in Paris on the Champs Elysées 
Whenever you come around
There's been a break down, break down
Don't change your mind on me!
Just take a little time 
You say the finer things 
Are worth waiting for
Just give me some kinda sign, baby

I can't wait, wait for a hundred years! 
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years! 
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer, whoa!

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!

Sometimes I think of all the moments that we share
I've been waiting for so long
You know it hurts me 
Everytime you run and hide
I look up and now you're gone
I've been put down, way down 
There's no tomorrow for me
You can't let love just fade away, baby

I can't wait, wait for a hundred years! 
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years! 
I can't hold back my tears any longer! 

Girl, I've been longing for you deep inside
And I tell myself, baby, baby
If this love of ours will survive 
Then let's take this chance together, together 
Baby, you know! 

I just can't wait (I just can't wait)
Wait for a hundred years (I just can't wait)
I just can't wait 
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer! 
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years 
I can't hold back my tears (can't hold back my tears) any longer!
 
Now hear, you pushed my heart around 
Tore me up inside, made me feel so bad 
You took away my pride! 
(My pride!) 
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years 
I can't hold back my tears any longer 
I can't hold back my tears 
(Any longer) 
I can't hold back my tears, baby 
(Any longer) 
I can't hold back my tears, darling 
(Any longer) 
I can hold back my tears, baby 
(Any longer) 
Any longer 
I can't wait 
I'm down on my knees, baby 
Baby, baby, baby 
Don't talk to me 
Break down on my knees, baby 
Must tell me 
Can't help my soul 
I can't help my soul, baby, baby 
(Any longer) 
Talk to me 
(Any longer) 
Break down on my knees, now baby 
(Any longer) 
(Any longer) 
Can't wait 
(Any longer) 
I can't wait 
I can't wait 
I can't wait 
Wait, baby 
I can't wait no more, now baby 
Break down on my knees

Un Angelo In Più
((aka Il Marinaio (by Massimo Ranieri) - 1970; Un Marinaio (by The Beans); Nel Così Blu (by Zucchero) - 2006))
((Adapted from: A Salty Dog (by Procol Harum) - 1969))
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid - Alibani
Performer(s): Oro - 1995



Come sarà amore mio
La tua vita senza me
Non basterà la compagnia
Dei miei ricordi in te
Se me ne andrò dai giorni tuoi
E come un angelo in più
Io pregherò per te se vuoi
Da una casa in mezzo al blu
Come sarà amore mio
La tua vita senza me
Aspetterai che ci sia anch’io
Poi mangerai da te
Lavorerai ti piegherai
Dietro una scrivania
Ma non potrai buttarti via
Perché amore eterno è
E piangerai davanti a un film
Che parlerà di noi
Di me di tedi quelli che
Non si perderanno mai
E se lassù fra il cielo e Dio
C’è un’eterna casa blu
Vivrà lassù amore mio
Il tuo angelo in più
Come sarà amore mio
La tua vita senza me

Wait
Composer(s): Andrew Latimer; John McBurnie
Performer(s): Camel



You're looking nervous at the dealer
Money goes like sand
Slipping through your hands
You're leaving everything behind you
Wave it all goodbye
I can hear you cry

Wait - don't think about it
Wait - it's never too late
Wait - don't worry 'bout it
Wait - leave it all to fate
Wait

Oh no this game is like a nightmare
There can be no doubt
Luck has dealt me out
I'm only searching for the right time
Money on the line
I can hear you cry