All Things Must Pass
Composer(s): George Harrison
First release by: George Harrison - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



Sunrise doesn't last all morning
A cloudburst doesn't last all day
Seems my love is up
And has left you with no warning
But it's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

Sunset doesn't last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this my love is up
And must be leaving
It has not always been this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away

All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So I must be on my way
And face another day

Now the darkness only stays at night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good
At arriving at the right time
It's not always going to be this grey

All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away

Will The Angels Play Their Harps For Me?
Composer(s): D. White; Hirsch
Performer(s): Josef Locke



I was passing by the churchyard in the city
and I saw a beggar old and grey
With his hands outstretched he asked the folks for pity
and it made me sad to hear him say

Oh I wonder, yes I wonder, will the angels way up yonder
will the angels play their harps for me?
For my heart is growing dreary and my feet are growing weary
Will the angels play their haprs for me?

Oh a million miles I've travelled, and a million sights I've seen
and I'm ready for the glory soon to be
Oh I wonder, yes I wonder, will the angels way up yonder
will the angels play their harps for me?

Oh I wonder, yes I wonder, will the angels way up yonder
will the angels play their harps for me?

Oh my heart is growing dreary, and my feet are growing weary
will the angels play their harps for me?

Oh a million miles I've travelled, and a million sights I've seen
and I'm ready for the glory soon to be
Oh I wonder yes, I wonder, will the angels way up yonder
will the angels play their harps for me?

Will the angels play their harps for me?

All The Young Punks (New Boots And Contracts)
Composer(s): Strummer - Jones
Performer(s): The Clash



Hanging about
down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yabbos
We did chance to speak

I knew how to sing
y' know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machine

All the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
Cos there ain't much to die for

Everybody wants to bum
A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manger
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer

You gotta drag yourself to work
Drag yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week

Face front you got the future shining
Like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory
Now that's no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot

Will The Angels Let Me Play
Composer(s): Fred E. Gladdish; W.L. Werden
Performer(s): George Morgan



In the yard where children
Were playing games one day
A little boy on crutches
Was watching wistfully*
It seemed so hard he couldn't play
Like other children do
They said that he would spoil their games
And was a baby too

When I go to heaven momma
Will the angels let me play
Because I'm just a cripple
Will they say I'm in the way

Here the children never want me
I'm a bother they all say
When I go to heaven mommy
Will the angels let me play

Now this little fellows heart was breaking in two
Just because the rest of the kids
Wouldn't let him play

And as he hobbled to his mom on his crutches
With his eyes full of tears
She heard her little cripple boy say
Gosh mommy I'm so awfully tired

And then he bowed his little head
Won't you rock me just a little bit mom
Before I have to go to bed
And gee how I wish daddy would come home
Before I go to sleep
Will you tell him how I waited and waited
For so long mom
For his kiss on my little cheek

And then that night
When all was still and silent
A band of angels came that way
And they took this little fellow up to heaven
Where he'll never never have to say
Mom when I go up to heaven
Won't the angels let me play

Or maybe because I'm just a kid on crutches
They'll say I'm in the way
You know Mom here the rest kids never want me
I'm a bother they all say

So when I go up to heaven mom
Don't you think that maybe
Just maybe
The angels will let me play

When I go to heaven momma
Will the angels let me play

All The Young Dudes
Composer(s): David Bowie
First release by: Mott The Hoople - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists



Now Billy rapped all night 'bout his suicide
Kick it in the head when he was 25
All that speed jive
Don't wanna stay alive when you're 25

Lucy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars
Freddy's got zits from picking off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Oh the television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Oh man I need TV when I got T. Rex
Brother you guessed
I'm a dude yeah

All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news

All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news

Now Jimmy looks sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team
We can love
Oh yes, we can love
Brother's back at home
With his Beatles and his Stones
We never got if off on that revolution stuff
It was such a drag
Too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
Gonna race some cat to bed
Is there concrete all around
Or is it in my head
Brother you guessed
Well I'm a dude yeah

All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news

All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news

Will Love Ever Come My Way
Composer(s): Dion DiMucci; Wes Farrell
Performer(s): Dion; The Mystics



It seems the whole world wants to turn their backs on me 
Can't seem to find someone to give a little love to me 

(La la la la la la ooo) 
Wonderin' just what to do, wonderin' just where to go 
Waiting here all alone, waiting for love to show 
Will love ever ever come my way? 

Looking for someone's love, looking so hard I cry 
Wanting someone to care, wanting as time goes by 
Will love ever ever come my way? 

I'm just like a lonely drifter, I'm goin' on my way 
Hoping that I will find love someday, some way 
Dreaming of love & fun, dreaming the long nights through 
Wishing on stars above, wishing sounds sad but true 
Will love ever ever come my way? 

(La la la la la la ooo)

All The World Will Be Jealous Of Me
Composer(s): Al Dubin - Ernest R. Ball



I was jealous and hurt 
When your lips kissed a rose
Or your eyes from my own chanced to stray
I have tried all in vain 
Many times to propose
Now at last I've found courage to say

Let's suppose that the lips I found kissing a rose 
Were to tell me to look in your eyes 
if I'd find there a light that for me only glows
More and more would my heart realize

The roses all envy the bloom on your cheek
And the sun even envies your smile
The birds in the wildwood are stilled when you speak
Their songs don't seem half worth the while
The light in your eyes makes the bright stars grow pale
They're jealous as jealous can be
But when one word or sign tells them all you are mine
All the world will be jealous of me!

Will It Go Round In Circles
Composer(s): Bruce Fisher; Billy Preston
Performer(s): Billy Preston;
and various other artists



I've got a song, I ain't got no melody
I'ma gonna sing it to my friends
I've got a song, I ain't got no melody
I' ma gonna sing it to my friends

Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky

I've got a story, ain't got no moral
Let the bad guy win every once in a while
I've got a story, ain't got no moral
Let the bad guy win every once in a while

Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky

I've got a dance, I ain't got no steps, no
I'm gonna let the music move me around
I've got a dance, I ain't got no steps
I'm gonna let the music move me around

Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky

Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky

I've got a song, I ain't got no melody
I'ma gonna sing it to my friends
I've got a song, I ain't got no melody
I' ma gonna sing it to my friends

Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Will it go round in circles
Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky

All The World Loves Lovers
Composer(s): Paddy McAloon
Performer(s): Prefab Sprout



All the world loves lovers
All the world loves people in love
Don’t forget it 
Don’t forget it
Love whatever the price
All the world loves lovers
All the world loves people in love
Don’t forget it - love
Don’t forget it - love
Love whatever the price
... love

You and I won’t lose our heads the way some lovers do
Saying "this will last forever" when it’s just a year or two
You and I won’t be the fools that other lovers are
Thinking every silver bottle top potentially a star still

All the world loves lovers
All the world loves people in love
Don’t forget it - love
Don’t forget it - love
Love whatever the price
All the world loves lovers
All the world loves people in love
Don’t forget it - love
Don’t forget it - love
Love whatever the price

We won’t make the promises that every lover makes
Only to find that all we’ve made are similar mistakes
No you and I won’t wish for things
Like other lovers do
But let’s cross our hearts and hope to die
If none of them come true ’cause

All the world loves lovers
All the world loves people in love
Don’t forget it - love
Don’t forget it - love
Love whatever the price
All the world loves lovers
All the world loves people in love
Don’t forget it - love
Don’t forget it - love
Love whatever the price

All the world loves lovers 
Love whatever the price
All the world loves lovers 
Love whatever the price
All the world loves lovers
... love 

Will I Make It Through The Eighties?
Composer(s): Julie Brown; Coffy
Performer(s): Julie Brown



Time to get up, but I can't move
What did I do last night
Am I home, are these my clothes
I hope my car's alright

At least it's Sunday—no, it's Monday
I better call in dead
Well, I might get by, but I'm so burnt
I can't get out of bed

Will I make it through the eighties
I-I-I don't know
Will I make it through the eighties
A-tumbling like a domino
Will I make it through the eighties
Hope so

Thirty-two steps from here to downstairs
I step on a cat, trip over a chair
Nothing in the fridge, nothing on TV
Well, Sylvia Plath's got nothing on me

Dig through the ashtrays, and light up a butt
Sitting here looking like I don't know what
Bit off more than my mind could chew
Shower or suicide, what do I do

Will I make it through the eighties
I-I-I don't know
Will I make it through the eighties
A-tumbling like a domino
Will I make it through the eighties
Hope so

Time to grow up, start living right
Stop sleeping all day, playing all night
Enough is enough, gonna do it or die
Is that the phone ringing—"Oh, Steve honey, hi
A concert tonight—yeah, that sounds great
But I burned myself out, I can't stay out that late
No, I mean it this time, I'm taking it slow
Got a backstage pass—alright, let's go"

Will I make it through the eighties
I-I-I don't know
Will I make it through the eighties
A-tumbling like a domino
Will I make it through the eighties
Wind me up and watch me go
Will I make it through the eighties
Hope so

All The World Is Love
Composer(s): Clarke - Hicks - Nash
Performer(s): The Hollies



In my secluded state my mind 
Valued things are hard to find 
My mind's gone I know not where 
left without a care 

When my thoughts are taking flight 
pen them down on sheets of white 
Building castles in the air 
left without a care 

In a crowded room alone that's where you'll find me 
I have left my mind somewhere floating behind me 

Blue skies white clouds to be seen 
wish my mind could be as clean 
As the clouds that swim above 
all the world is love 

Bubbles forming all around 
Left my body on the ground 
Unattached too hard to move 
All the world is love 
All the world is love 
All the world is love 

Will His Love Be Like His Rum?
Composer(s): Harry Belafonte; William Attaway
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte



Will his love be like his rum
Yes it will, yes it will
Intoxicating all night long
Yes it will, yes it will, everybody

Drink, drink this toast
Drink this wedding toast
Drink oh drink this toast
To the two we love the most

Did he wed her in the spring
Yes he did, yes he did
Did he give her finger ring
Yes he did, yes he did

Will her cooking be the best
Yes it will, yes it will
Make his belly split his best
Yes it will, yes it will

Will she be a perfect wife
Yes she will, yes she will
Make him work hard all his life
Yes she will, yes she will

Will we dance and sing all night-a
Yes we will, yes we will
Eat up ev'rything inside
Yes we will, yes we will

All The World Is A Stage
Composer(s): Noddy Holder - Jim Lea
Performer(s): Slade



You are the eyes of the reader
I am the hand of the writer
Together we can fill up a page
You are the ears of the listener
I am the voice of the picture
Together we can act out the age

All the world is a stage, all the people are players
Turn on the spotlight it's yours
All the world is a stage, all the people are players
Ring up the curtain 
Applause one thing's for certain, it's yours!

You are the sense of occasion
Mine is a standing ovation
Your pleasure is only at your command
You are to set the example
I am the one to portray it
To measure the storm that follows the calm

All the world is a stage, all the people are players
Turn on the spotlight it's yours
All the world is a stage, all the people are players
Ring up the curtain 
Applause one thing's for certain, it's yours!

You are the eyes of the reader
I am the hand of the writer
Together we can fill up a page
You are the brain of the thinker
I am the fave of expression
Together we can act out the age

All the world is a stage, all the people are players
Turn on the spotlight it's yours
All the world is a stage, all the people are players
Ring up the curtain 
Applause one thing's for certain, it's yours!

The start and end to every story is the same
But what comes in between you have yourself to blame
It makes no difference at all
Just pick yourself when you fall
So ring up the certain - applause

Wildwood Weed
Composer(s): Don Bowman; Jim Stafford
Performer(s): Jim Stafford;
The New Lost City Ramblers; Phish



The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it was a flower and some said it was weed
I never gave it much thought ......
One day I was out there talking to my brother
Reached down for a weed to chew on
Things got fuzzy and things got blurry
And then everything was gone!
Didn't know what happened
But I knew it beat the hell out of sniffin' burlap

I come to and my brother was there
And he said, What's wrong with your eyes?
I said, I don't know, I was chewing on a weed
He said, Let me give it a try
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
Trying to find my brother, Bill
Caught up with him, 'bout six o'clock the next morning
Naked, swinging on the wind mill!
He said he flew up there
I had to fly up there and bring him down
He was about half crazy .....

The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds
And put 'em in the sun to dry
Then we mashed 'em up and chopped 'em up
And put 'em in the corncob pipe
Smokin' that wildwood flower got to be a habit
We didn't see no harm
We thought it was kind of handy
Take a trip and never leave the farm!

All good things gotta come to an end
And it's the same with the wildwood weed
One day this feller from Washington came by
And he spied and turned white as a sheet
Then they dug and they burned
And they burned and they dug
And they killed all our cute little weeds
Then they drove away
We just smiled and waved ..........
Sittin' there on that sack of seeds!

Y'all come back now, hear?

All The Will In The World
Composer(s): Robert Palmer
Performer(s): Robert Palmer



All the will in the world
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
Do it
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
Start with intoductions, something in her glance
Sets your heart aflutter
Makes you want to take a chance
Maybe she's the right one, like the only girl in all the world

All the will in the world

When you meet that someone, try with alll your might
Don't give up so easy, love is really worth the fight
Tenderness and passion
Keep romance alive around the world

Give the girl a little love and understanding
You get going when the going gets tough
Keep it up now or love will leave you standing
Keep loving cos you'll never get enough

Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world

Lovers' expectations reach out to the stars
Everything they dreamt of right there in each others arms
They've just got to make it yeah
With all the will in all the world
All the will in the world

After all you've been through, since you got this far
Now the dust has settled, have you really won her heart?
How do you compare to
All the other lovers in the world?

Take a little time to iron out a difference
Don't let your temper get in your way
You got to count to ten and exercise some patience
A little understanding goes a long long way

Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world

Start with intoductions, something in her glance
Sets your heart aflutter
Makes you want to take a chance
Maybe she's the right one, like the only girl in all the world

You never knew, till love came looking for you
You thought that you'd never find it
Now that she's here
Now there's no doubt that it's true
Now it's for real
Now you can win with, all the will in the world

All the will in the world
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
All the will in the world
Can move a mountain
All the will in the world
Can make you satisfied
All the will in the world
Something to count on
All the will in the world
Take life in your stride
All the will in the world

Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world

Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world

Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world

Keep fighting for your true love
With the best will in the world
Reach out for the stars above
With the best will in the world

Wildwood Flower
Composer(s): A.P. Carter
Performer(s): The Carter Family;
and various other artists



Oh, I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the myrtles so bright with emerald dew
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue
Oh, I'll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm ev'ry heart, in his crown I will sway
When I woke from my dreaming, idols were clay
All portions of love then had all flown away

Oh, he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
How my heart now is wond'ring misery can tell
He's left me no warning, no words of farewell

Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flow'r
That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour
Oh, I'm longing to see him through life's dark hour
He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower

All The Weary Mothers Of The Earth 
((Spanish Version: Las Madres Cansadas (by Joan Baez))
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez



All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest 
We will take their babies in our arms and do our best 
When the sun is low upon the field 
To love and music they will yield 
And the weary mothers of the earth shall rest 

And the farmer on his tractor and beside his plow 
Will stand there in confusion as we wet his brow 
With the tears of all the businessmen 
Who see what they have done to him 
And the weary farmers of the earth shall rest 

And the aching workers of the world again shall sing 
These words in mighty choruses to all will bring 
"We shall no longer be the poor 
For no one owns us anymore" 
And the workers of the world again shall sing 

And when the soldiers burn their uniforms in every land 
The foxholes at the borders will be left unmanned 
General, when you come for the review 
The troops will have forgotten you 
And the men and women of the earth shall rest

Wildwood Days
Composer(s): Dave Appell; Barry Mann
Performer(s): Bobby Rydell;
Bobby Big Six Patrick; Si Zentner



Spring’ll soon be gone (Wildwood days)
summer’s comin’ on (Wildwood days)
And I’m-a dreamin’ of (Wildwood days) lotsa summer love
(bup-a-dup-a-dup-a-up)
And all I think about (Wildwood days) after school is out (Wildwood days)
Headin’ down the shore (Wildwood days) to have a ball once more

Whoa whoa whoa whoa those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days
Oh baby, every day’s a holiday and every night is a Saturday night
Oh those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days
And then those party lights wild, wild Wildwood nights

Say baby you’ll be mine (Wildwood days) ‘cause it’s kissin’ time (Wildwood days)
Gonna twist again (Wildwood days) like remember when
(dom-a-dom-a-dom-a-dom)
Sleepin ‘on the beach (Wildwood days) seven days a week (Wildwood days)
Rockin’ every night (Wildwood days) till the early bright

Whoa whoa whoa whoa those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days
My baby, every day’s a holiday and every night is a Saturday night
Oh those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days
And then those party lights wild, wild Wildwood nights

Whoa whoa whoa whoa those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days
Oh baby, every day’s a holiday and every night is a Saturday night

Oh those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days
And then those

Las Madres Cansadas
((English Version: All The Weary Mothers Of The Earth (by Joan Baez))
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez



Cada madre agobiada ya descansará
Y en nuestros brazos sus criaturas reposarán
Cuando el sol se pone, sobre el campo
Amor y música les brindaremos
Y las madres cansadas ya descansarán

Y el campesino con su arado y su tractor
En la frente la extraña frescura sentirá
De las lágrimas de pena
Derramadas por los comerciantes
Y los agricultores ya descansarán

Los trabajadores dolientes de la tierra
Otra vez el himno tan resonante cantarán
¡Ya no seremos los pobres!
¡Ya no viviremos en esclavitud!
Y los trabajadores luego cantarán

Cuando los soldados sus garitas dejarán
Y en las trincheras sus uniformes quemarán
O mi general, tus fieles tropas
Ya se habrán olvidado de ti
¡Y la gente del mundo ya descansará!

Wildflower
Composer(s): Dennis Edwards; David Richardson
Performer(s): The O’Jays;
and various other artists



Oh...oh...oh...
Oh...yeah...
Mmm

What a song, what a song to sing
And I’m singin’ my song, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Sing a song

Yeah, yeah, yeah

She faced the hardest times you would imagine
And many times her eyes fought back the tears, yeah, yeah
And when her youthful world was about to fall in

Each time her slender shoulders
Fought the weight of all her fears
And a sorrow no one hear
Still rings in midnight silence in her ear

Let her cry for she’s a lady
Let her dream, she’s a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She’s a free and gentle flower growin’ wild

And if by chance I should hold her (Hold her)
Let me, let me hold her for a little while
And if I had but one possession
I would take her from the garden to be mine, oh...oh...yeah...yeah

Be careful how you touch her for she night awaken
And sleep is the only freedom that the little girl knows
And when you walk into your eyes, you won’t believe

The way she’s always payin’
For a debt she never, never owed
And the silent wind still blows
But only she can hear, so she goes

Let her cry for she’s a lady
Let her dream, she is a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She’s a free and gentle flower growin’ wild

Let her cry, cry for she’s a lady
Let her dream and dream and dream and dream, she’s a child
Let the rain fall down upon her
She’s a free and gentle flower growin’ wild

She’s, she’s
She’s a free and gentle flower, yeah, yeah
I’mma tell the world about my wildflower, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Growin’, gowin’, growin’, yeah, yeah
Hoo...hoo...ooh...ooh...hoo...hoo...ooh...yeah, yeah
Growin’, gowin’, growin’, yeah
Growin’ wild

She’s a flower growin’, growin’ wild
She’s a flower growin’, growin’ wild
She’s a flower growin’, growin’ wild
She’s a flower growin’ wild

Wild, wild, la-la, growin’ wild
Wild, wild, la-la, growin’ wild
Wild, wild, la-la, growin’ wild
Wild, wild, la-la, growin’ wild