Security
Performer(s): Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes



I know what you want
I know what you need
A girl can't live on just sweet nothin's
Security, she gotta have security
Something she can show off for all her time

A nice big rock
or just that little ring
your sweet talkin'
don't mean a thing
Security, she got to, got to have it
Security, the girl really needs it
Against the day when love starts its long decline

Just figurin' to herself
that she don't wake up poor and destitute
she knows how love goes, its never absolute
you might swear she could never be replaced
She'll believe you, but just in case

She'll need a piece of the rock if you decide to roll
the girl's got insurance that you can't control
Security
She got to keep on lookin' smart
Security
Little checks from the heart
You're drunk with love but you gotta sober up sometime (now dontcha?)

You might tell the truth, you might be a liar
She don't know it, so she'll require
Security
Your heart is runnin a race
Security
This beats a nice steady pace
cold wet feet'll get plenty of time to dry
cause all she wants is S-e-c-u-r-i-t-y

Quand L'Oiseau Chante
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain



Quand on voit les tours de Nôtre Dame
On entend du fond du moyen-âge
La chanson lon la lon lère
Qui donnait aux compagnons
Le courage de monter leurs pierres

{Refrain:}
Quand l'oiseau chante
Il fait moins froid
Quand l'oiseau chante
C'est pour toi

Moi je suis de cette riche plaine
Chantant du fond des terres lointaines
La chanson lon la lon lère
De ce tout petit garçon
Qui marche pieds-nus près des rizières

{au Refrain}

Un rideau noir tombe sur le monde
Et la liberté n'est plus qu'une ombre
La chanson lon la lon lère
Va de maisons en prisons
Annoncer le temps de la lumière

{au Refrain}

Secrets In Your Hand
Performer(s): David Lewis



In this world of fragments
There are pieces here and there
Drawn together by these tangled threads
Across the line the mystery deepens
Further every day
As we trace the patterns
Just the way we said
And I know that I want to hear
What you have to say tonight
Living only in the here and now
Close at hand
I'm open wide, I'm satisfied
I'm reaching for the secrets
You hold open in your hand

Tonight the moon it seems to hold
A lifetime in its light
All these imperfections cast aside
I can watch the way your fingers move
As they soften up the night
The answers never seem so hard to find
And I know that I want to see
What you say you'll see tonight
Lying in the silence and the heat
The symmetry
You pacify, demystify
I'm aching for the secrets
You hold open in your hand

While you sleep the shadows move
Across the white-washed wall
And the room is bathed in never ending light
Knowing that these stretching arms
Are bound to break our fall
No matter what the distance what the height
And I know that I want to see
What you have to dream tonight
Way beyond the windows of your soul
Tranquillity
I'm looking in, beyond the skin
I'm let into the secrets
You hold open in your hand

Quand Maman Reviendra
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; François Rauber
Performer(s): Jacques Brel



Quand ma maman reviendra
C'est mon papa qui sera content
Quand elle reviendra maman
Qui c'est qui sera content c'est moi
Elle reviendra comme chaque fois
A cheval sur un chagrin d'amour
Et pour mieux fêter son retour
Toute la sainte famille sera là
Et elle me rechantera les chansons
Les chansons que j'aimais tellement
On a tellement besoin de chansons
Quand il paraît qu'on a vingt ans

Quand mon frère il reviendra
C'est mon papa qui sera content
Quand il reviendra le Fernand
Qui c'est qui sera content c'est moi
Il reviendra de sa prison
Toujours à cheval sur ses principes
Il reviendra et toute l'équipe
L'accueillera sur le perron
Et il me racontera les histoires
Les histoires que j'aimais tellement
On a tellement besoin d'histoires
Quand il paraît qu'on a vingt ans

Quand ma sœur elle reviendra
C'est mon papa qui sera content
Quand reviendra la fille de maman
Qui c'est qui sera content c'est moi
Elle reviendra de Paris
Sur le cheval d'un prince charmant
Elle reviendra et toute la famille
L'accueillera en pleurant
Et elle me redonnera son sourire
Son sourire que j'aimais tellement
On a tellement besoin de sourires
Quand il paraît qu'on a vingt ans

Quand mon papa reviendra
C'est mon papa qui sera content
Quand il reviendra en gueulant
Qui c'est qui sera content c'est moi
Il reviendra du bistrot du coin
A cheval sur une idée noire
Il reviendra que quand il sera noir
Que quand il en aura besoin
Et il me redonnera des soucis
Des soucis que j'aime pas tellement
Mais il paraît qu'il faut des soucis
Quand il paraît qu'on a vingt ans

Si ma maman revenait
Qu'est-ce qu'il serait content papa
Si ma maman revenait
Qui c'est qui serait content c'est moi

Secretos De Otoño
Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo



Ya es tiempo de otoño
cuando el árbol deja caer sus secretos a la tierra
Y yo también en este otoño
quiero dejar caer un secreto a la tierra
para que un día florezca
en primavera...
Saben que ya me cansé
de arreglar mundos en versos de papel
Ahora los mundos van al revés
con ritmo, con ritmo
Cantarán, porque da igual
cantar novelas que cantar una verdad
Les gustará que el canto tenga más
ritmo, ritmo
Callen ya, que es el final
La verdad habita en la esquina de una ciudad
La cubrirán con sacos y papel
de diarios de ayer
Cantarán para anunciar
el ultimo acto en la comedia universal
Lo esperaré cantando mi verdad
con ritmo...

Quand Mathilde Nous Sourit
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo



Nous vivons dans un petit pays charmant
Mais depuis quelques années, on n'peut pas dire
Qu'on se paye vraiment du bon temps

On a l'coeur tout cabossé, mais voici que le ciel
Nous envoie une douceur, un rayon de soleil
Une belle fleur et soudain on y croit

Au retour des beaus jours 
À cent pour cent des voix, on est pour
Et c'est vrai que tout change quand on est aux anges

Quand Mathilde nous sourit, on s'sent amoureux
Quand Mathilde nous sourit, on se prend au jeu
C'est un peu de ciel bleu

C'est un peu le printemps qui s'en vient balayer la pluie
Il en fallait bien peu, un sourire en passant
Pour nous faire aimer la vie

C'est vrai qu'on est tous restés de grands enfants
On adore les contes de fées
Elles sont toutes princesses, on est tous princes charmants

Aux yeux de nos fiancées, on n'y gagne qu'un rève
Mais par les temps qui courrent
Où y a tant de gens qui crèvent, faute d'amour

À en voir deux qui s'aiment
On revit, on s'accroche
Et mème nos problemes nous semblent moins moches

Allá En El Rancho Grande
Composer(s): Juan Del Moral - Silvano Ramos - Emilio d'Uranga
Performer(s): Pilar Arcos y Juan Pulido - 1927
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - El Rancho Grande (Dean Martin)
1966 - Op M'n Ranch Ben Ik Koning (Will Tura)



Allà en el rancho grande
Allà donde vivia
Habia una ranche rita
Que alegre me decia
Que alegre me decia

Te voy hacer tus calzones
Como los usa el ranchero
Te los comienzo de lana
Te los acabo de cuero

Nunca te fies de promesas
Ni mucho menos de amores
Que si te dan calabzas
Veràs lo que son ardores

Pon muy atento el oido
Cuando rechine la puerta
Hay muertos que no hacen ruido
Y son muy gordas sus penas

Cuando te pidan cigarro
No des cigarro y cerillo
Porque si das las dos cosas
Te tantearàn de zorrillo

Allà en el rancho grande
Allà donde vivia
Habia una ranche rita
Que alegre me decia
Que alegre me decia

Quand Même
Composer(s): A. Bourvil; Etienne Lorin
Performer(s): Bourvil



Mademoiselle
Vous êtes celle
Dont les yeux sont les plus beaux
Ils me ravissent
Ils m'éblouissent,(ou ils me réjouissent)
Ils sont bleus comm' le ciel quand il fait beau

{Parlé:}
Bleus comme le ciel quand il fait beau
Oui, mais s'il pleut?...
S'il pleut! ben!...

{Refrain:}
Ils sont bien bleus quand même
C'est pour ça que j'les aime
Car avec des yeux bleus
On doit voir en bleu
C'est sûr'ment beaucoup mieux

J'voudrais avoir les mêmes
Pour "la celle" que j'aime
Et les yeux dans les yeux
On deviendrais vieux
On n'en verrais qu'du bleu
Ah!ah!ah! ah!ah!ah! ah!ah!ah! ah!ah!ah!

Ma jolie blonde
S'appelle Edmonde
Et sa blondeur émerveille
C'est une blonde
Unique au monde
Ses ch'veux sont blonds comme les blés au soleil

{Parlé:}
Blonds comme les blés au soleil
Oui, mais s'il fait nuit?...
S'il fait nuit! ben!

{Refrain:}
Ils sont bien blonds quand même
C'est pour ça que j'les aime
Des beaux cheveux de lin
Et qui frisent un brin
Ben! c'est ça qui fait bien
J'voudrais avoir les mêmes
Pour "la celle" que j'aime
On se passerait un peu
La main dans les ch'veux
Il m'semble qu'on s'rait heureux
Ah!ah!ah! ah!ah!ah! ah!ah!ah! ah!ah!ah!

Son coeur s'emflamme
C'est une femme
Tout comme un fourneau qui brûl'
C'est formidable
C'est incroyable
Son coeur est aussi chaud qu'la canicul'

{Parlé:}
Aussi chaud qu'la canicul'
Oui, mais s'il gèle?...
S'il gèle! ben!

{Refrain:}
Il est bien chaud quand même
C'est pour ça que je l'aime
C'est comme un p'tit volcan
Qui fuse tout l'temps
Y doit faire chaud dedans
J'voudrais avoir le même
Pour "la celle" que j'aime
Avec un coeur brûlant
J'aurais bien (ou très) souvent
Le sentiment très grand
Ah!ah!ah! ah!ah!ah! ah!ah!ah! ah!ah!
aaaaaaaaaaah!

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