That Lucky Fellow
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Jerome Kern
Performer(s): Robert Shackleton & Grace McDonald
and multiple other artists



That lucky fellow, who gets you
Who knows you love him, and lets you
Oh, how he'll laugh when you play the clown
Oh, how he'll mope while he works in town

But with each long day behind him
The failing sunlight will find him
Back in your arms, where he wants to be
How I'd want those arms, if I were he

That lucky lady who gets you
Who knows you love her, and lets you
Oh, how she'll laugh when you play the clown
Oh, how she'll mope while he works in town

But with each long day behind her
The failing sunlight will find her
Back in your arms, where she wants to be
How I'd want those arms, if I were she

My Wonderful One (aka Wonderful One)
Composer(s): Ferde Grofé; Paul Whiteman;
Marshall Neilan; Dorothy Terriss
Performer(s): Judy Garland & Mickey Rooney
and various other artists



........... that I love you so
Awake or sleeping
My hearts's in your keeping
And calling to you soft and low

My wonderful one
Whenever I'm dreaming
Love's lovelight a-gleaming I see
My wonderful one
How my arms ache to hold, dear
To cuddle and fold you to me

Just you, only you 
In the shadowy twilight
In silvery moonlight 
There's none like you, I adore you
My life I'll live for you,
Oh, my wonderful, wonderful one

Gudbuy T'Jane
Composer(s): Noddy Holder; James Whild Lea
Performer(s): Slade;
and various other artists



Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane
She's a dark horse see if she can
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane, painted up like a fancy young man 

[Chorus]:
She's a queen can't you see what I mean
She's a queen
See, (see) see, she's a queen
And I know she's alright, alright, alright, alright
I say you're so young you're so young
I say you're so young you're so young
I say you're so young you're so young 

I said
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane,
Get a kick from her forties trip boots
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane, has them made to match up to her suits 

{Chorus} 

I said
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane
Like a dark horse see how she ran
Goodbye to Jane, goodbye to Jane, spits on me cos' she knows that she can 

{Chorus} 

I say you're so young, she's alright, alright, alright, alright.
I say you're so young you're so young, alright, alright
I say you're so young ...

Child Of Peace
Composer(s): Bob Farrell
Performer(s): Sandi Patti



On a night of promise long ago
When a star announced the light of hope
To a world that knew no peace before
The holy child of peace was born
But he stirred their longings deep within
For his kingdom knew no end
From a place eternal high above
The wondrous child of peace had come
Child of comfort, child of light
Hope that drowns away the night
Touch our lives from heaven above
Oh child of peace, we need your love
In a world where peace eludes us still
Where the heart exerts its will
At a time when words are not enough
Oh child of peace we need your love
Oh man of peace we need your love
God who only knows our need
Come to us, oh child of peace

My Woman, My Woman, My Wife
Composer(s): Marty Robbins
Originally performed by: Marty Robbins
Covered by various other artists



Hands that are strong, but wrinkled
Doin' work that never gets done
Hair that's lost some of the beauty
By too many hours in the sun

Eyes that show some disappointment
And there's been quite a lot in her life
She's the foundation I lean on
My woman, my woman, my wife

Everyday has been uphill
Oh, we've climbed, but we can't reach the top
I'm weak and I'm easily discouraged
She just smiles when I want to stop

Lips that are weary but tender
With love that strengthens my life
A Saint in a dress made of gingham
My woman, my woman, my wife

Two little babies were born in the Spring
But died when the Winter was new
I lost control of my mind and my soul
But my woman's faith carried us through

When she reaches that river
Lord, you know what she's worth
Give her that mansion up yonder
'Cause she's been through hell here on Earth

Lord, give her my share of Heaven
If I've earned any here in this life
'Cause, God, I believe she deserves it
My woman, my woman, my wife

Guardian Angels
Composer(s): Gerda Beilenson; Harpo Marx
Performer(s): Mario Lanza;
and various other artists



Guardian angels around my bed
Joining me in my prayers
They hush the shadows
When they dance above
They shew away the bears

Guardian angels to comfort me
If I wake in the night
They gather all of my dreams
Their halo's are my light
They dry my tears 
If I should weep
They tuck me
They rouse me from my sleep

Guardian angels around my head
Standing by till I rise
There's one with shinning wings
That holds my hand
And shows me paradise

Guardian angels to comfort me
If I wake in the night
They gather all of my dreams
Their halo's are my light
They dry my tears 
If I should weep
They tuck me
They rouse me from my sleep

Guardian angels around my head
Standing by till I rise
There's one with shinning wings
That holds my hand
And shows me paradise

That Lovely Weekend
Composer(s): Moira Heath - Ted Heath
Performer(s): Vera Lynn
and multiple other artists



I haven’t said “Thanks” for that lovely weekend
Those two days in heaven you helped me to spend
The thrill of your kiss as you stepped off the train
The smile in your eyes was like sun after rain

To mark the occasion we went out to dine
Remember the laughter, the music, the wine
That drive in the taxi when midnight had flown
And breakfast next morning just we two alone

You had to go, the time was so short
We both had so much to say
Your kit to be packed, the train to be caught
Sorry I cried but I just felt that way

And now you have gone dear this letter I pen
My heart travels with you till we meet again
Keep smiling, my darling, and someday we’ll spend
A lifetime as sweet, a lifetime as sweet as
That lovely weekend

I haven’t said “Thanks” for that lovely weekend
Those two days in heaven you helped me to spend
And the thrill of your kiss as you stepped off the train
The smile in your eyes was like sun after rain

And to mark the occasion we went out to dine
Do you remember the laughter, how we laughed, and the music
Harry Roy’s Band, and,and the wine, no champagne, just er just wine
Then we waited a long time for a taxi, but we got one at last

And then breakfast the next morning, just we two alone
And then I had to go, and time was so short
And we both had so much to say, and you packed my kit
And the train had to be caught, and what a train
And then I cried

And now that you’ve gone dear, this letter I pen
My heart travels with you until we meet again
So keep smiling my darling and someday we’ll spend
A lifetime as sweet as that lovely weekend

My Window Faces The South
Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Mitchell Parish; Abner Silver
Performer(s): Willie Nelson



My window faces the south I'm almost halfway to heaven
Snow is falling
but still I can't see fields of cotton calling to me
My window faces the south 
and though I am far from the Swanee
I'm never frownin' or down in the mouth 
my window faces the south

My window faces the south...
My window faces the south

Guantanamera
Composer(s): Hector Angulo; José Marti; Pete Seeger
Performer(s): The Sandpipers; Nana Mouskouri
and various other artists



Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma

Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo

Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar

Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera

Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera guajira Guantanamera

That Look In Your Eyes
Performer(s): Ali Campbell



Show me a girl peace and harmony in her heart
When things go wrong there will be no falling apart
One who understands, that things aren't always gonna go right and
I'll show you a man who can show you the light

Show me a boy when the burden's on his shoulder
As time goes on seems to only make him bolder
Then I met you 
Something that I can't explain
This feeling that I get is like I'm going insane

It's that look in your eyes, that say you love me
And all the silly things that you do
Those feelings that I get from the stars above me
Tells me you're for me And I'm the one for you

Hey, I thank you baby
I thank you baby I thank you

Show me a girl that can make me feel better
With a kiss sealed inside a perfumed letter
One who understands, when the tour is six months long
And waiting with open arms, 'cos it's been too long

Show me a boy whose loving that I'm missing
Who can be there when I need someone to listen
One who keeps in mind that I should never be alone
Because I'll be there even if it's by telephone

It's that look in your eyes, that say you love me
And all the silly things that you do
Those feelings that I get when ever you're near me
Tells me you're for me And I'm the one for you

Yeah, I thank you baby I thank you baby
Yeah, I thank you baby

My Wild Irish Rose
Composer(s): Chauncey Olcott
Performer(s): John McCormack



If you'll listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head
'Twas given to me by a girl that I know
Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star
And I call her my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The sweetest flow'r that grows
You may search ev'rywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The dearest flow'r that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose

They may sing of their roses which, by other names
Would smell just as sweetly, they say
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away
Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by
The bower, where my true love grows
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The sweetest flow'r that grows
You may search ev'rywhere
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose
The dearest flow'r that grows
And some day for my sake
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose

Guantanamera
Composer(s): Hector Angulo;
José Marti; J.M. Rivat; Pete Seeger
Performer(s): Joe Dassin; Nana Mouskouri



Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

C'était un homme en déroute
C'était un frère, sans doute
Il n'avait ni lien ni place
Et sur les routes de l'exil
Sur les sentiers, sur les places
Il me parlait de sa ville

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Là-bas, sa maison de misère
Etait plus blanche que le coton
Les rues de sable et de terre
Sentaient le rhum et le melon
Sous leurs jupons de dentelle
Dieu que les femmes étaient belles

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Il me reste toute la terre
Mais je n'en demandais pas tant
Quand j'ai passé la frontière
Il n' y avait plus rien devant
J'allais d'escale en escale
Loin de ma terre natale 

Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera
Guantanamera, ma ville Guantanamera

Guantanamera, Guantanamera

That Lonesome Road
Composer(s): James Taylor - Don Grolnick
Performer(s): James Taylor
and multiple other artists



Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Don't turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees

If I had stopped to listen once or twice
If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes
If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart
I'd not be on this road tonight

Carry on

Never mind feeling sorry for yourself
It doesn't save you from your troubled mind

Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Don't turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees

My Wife Is On A Diet
Composer(s): Charles Tobias; George J. Bennett
Performer(s): Leslie Sarony;
Eddie Cantor; Hoosier Hot Shots



What’s the greatest problem now throughout the land
What’s the only problem needs a helping hand
It isn’t Philip Snowden, or tax relief I find
It’s something more important now on everybody’s mind
Just walk into any home today
It’s ten to one you’ll hear each husband say

My wife is on a diet, and since she’s on a diet
Home isn’t home any more
No gravy and potatoes, just lettuce and tomatoes
Where are the pies I adore
Oh, oh, oh, oh, what a disgrace
I’m ashamed to look a grapefruit straight in the face
My wife is on a diet, and since she’s on a diet
I’m losing a pound every day

Monday, grapefruit, breakfast and for dinner
And at night some orange juice
Tuesday, grapefruit, boys I growing thinner
All my clothes are getting loose
Wednesday, Thursday, I feel satisfied
Then I change to coffee, with grapefruit on the side
Friday till Sunday is more than I can stand
Before the eighteenth day I’ll have a lily in my hand

My wife is on a diet, and since she’s on a diet
Home isn’t home any more
No gravy and potatoes, just lettuce and tomatoes
Where are the pies I adore
Crabs and shrimps I must leave alone
I’m the only lobster she’ll allow in my home
My wife is on a diet, and since she’s on a diet
She’s gaining a pound every day

Oh, oh, oh, she’s driving me wild
One look at her onions and I cry like a child

Guantanamera
Composer(s): Joseito Fernandez;
José Marti; Pete Seeger; Julian Orbon
Performer(s): Pete Seeger; Arlo Guthrie
and various other artists



Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma

Chorus:
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo

Chorus

I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees
Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul
My verses are light green
But they are also flaming red

I cultivate a rose in June and in January
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who would tear out this
heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose

Cultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Qultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca

Chorus

Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo
Cultivo la rosa blanca

Chorus

Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace mas que el mar

Chorus

That Little Difference
Composer(s): Monroe Fields - Shirley Tackitt - Carmol Taylor
Performer(s): Carmol Taylor



Well it's just a little difference in a woman and a man
And the things that they can do
They can fly a plane, or run a train
And that much we know is true

They can drive a truck, enforce the law
And they're good at all these things
But there's still a little difference in a woman and a man
And that will never change

Well a long time ago, my Daddy said, "Son
Let me tell you about the birds and bees"
He said "There's a difference in a woman and a man"
As he sat there a-talkin' to me

"It makes some good and it makes some bad
And it makes some cheat and lie"
It was then I told him everything I knew
And it really took him by surprise

Well, that little difference I'm a-talkin' about
S'what makes the world go round
That little difference I'm a-talkin' about
Makes a bulldog choke a hound

It makes the roosters crow and the cats all fight
And the bulls jump through the fence
Well, it's just a little difference in a woman and a man
I'm glad for that little difference

That little difference will make a little man
Fight like an old grizzly bear
And according to the story that same little difference
Is what cut off Samson's hair

Well it all started with Adam and Eve
And it's been great since that time
If you want somethin' better than that little difference
It's gonna be hard to find

Yeah, that little difference I'm a-talkin' about
S'what makes the world go round
That little difference I'm a-talkin' about
Makes a bulldog choke a hound

It makes the roosters crow and the cats all fight
And the bulls jump through the fence
Well there's just a little difference in a woman and a man
Thank God for that little difference

Well that little difference I'm a-talkin' about
S'what makes the world go round
That little difference I'm a-talkin' about
Makes a bulldog choke a hound

It makes the roosters crow and the cats all fight
And the bulls jump through the fence
Well there's just a little difference...

My Wife
Composer(s): John Entwistle
Performer(s): The Who
and various other artists



My life's in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I'm gonna be
I ain't been home since Friday night
And now my wife is coming after me
Give me police protection

Gonna buy a gun so
I can look after number one
Give me a bodyguard
A back belt Judo expert with a machine gun

Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane
When she catches up with me
Won't be no time to explain
She thinks I've been with another woman
And that's enough to send her half insane

Gonna buy a fast car
Put on my lead boots
And take a long, long drive
I may end up spending all my money
But I'll still be alive

All I did was have a bit too much to drink
And I picked the wrong precinct
Got picked up by the law
And now I ain't got time to think

Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane
When she catches up with me
Won't be no time to explain
She thinks I've been with another woman
And that's enough to send her half insane

Gonna buy a fast car
Put on my lead boots
And take a long, long drive
I may end up spending all my money
But I'll still be alive

And I'm oh so tired of running
Gonna lay down on the floor
I gotta rest some time so
I can get to run some more

She's comin'!
She's comin'!

Guaglione
Composer(s): Giuseppe Fanciulli - Nisa
First release by: Aurelio Fierro - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1956 - Bambino (French Version) (by Dalida)
1957 - The Man Who Plays The Mandolino (by Dean Martin)
1959 - En Dreng I Neapel (by Lis Jannie & Ib Renards Orkester)
2006 - Bella Bella Signorina (by Patrizio Buanne)
2010 - Bambino (Arabic Version) (by Faudel)



Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá
'mmiez'a 'sta via
nun mange cchiù nun duorme cchiù
che pecundría!
Gué piccerí che vène a dí
'sta gelusia?
Tu vuó suffrí
tu vuó murí
chi t''o ffá fá...
Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá
nun fá 'o scemo piccerí...
dille tutt''a veritá
ca mammá te pò capí...
E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone
ma tu si' guaglione...
Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene
si' ancora accussí giovane!
Tu si guaglione!...
Che t'hê miso 'ncapa?
va' a ghiucá 'o pallone...
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?...
Vatté, nun mme fá ridere!
Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá
nun fá 'o scemo piccerí...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
ca mammá te pò capí...!
Nun 'e ppittá, nun 'allisciá
chill'uocchie belle...
Nun 'a penzá, va' a pazziá
cu 'e guagliunciélle...
Nun t'avvelí
c'è tiempo oje ni
pe' te 'nguajá!
Chi desidere 'e vasá
scordatélla, piccerí
ca si 'o ddiceno a papá
chisá comme va a ferní...
E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone
Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá
'mmiez'a 'sta via...
Nun mange cchiù, nun duorme cchiù...
chi t''o ffá fá! ... 

That Little Boy Of Mine
Composer(s): Wayne King - Benny Maroff - Walter Hirsch
Performer(s): Bonnie Owens; Eddy Arnold; The Browns



A tiny turned up nose two cheek's just like a rose
So sweet from head to toe that little boy of mine
Two eyes that shine so bright two lips that kiss goodnight
Two arms that hold me tight that little boy of mine
No one will ever know just what his coming has meant
Because I love him so he's something heaven has sent
He's all the world to me he climbs upon my knee
To me he'll always be that little boy of mine
No one will ever know...

My Whole World Ended (The Moment You Left Me)
Composer(s): Johnny Bristol; Harvey Fuqua;
Jimmy Roach; Pam Sawyer
Originally performed by: David Ruffin
Covered by various other artists



Hmmm

Last week my life had meaning
It was beautiful and so sweet
But now it's nothing, nothing without you, baby
My whole world is incomplete

'Cause honey, I can't see you no more
That was all that was said, baby
But just might a well have
Placed a gun to my head, baby, baby
Oh, why did you do it

My whole world ended the moment you left me (Yeah, ye-yeah)
Oh, yes it did honey
My whole world ended the moment you left me
It tumbled down to the ground, (yeah) baby
Ooo

Did you ever mean those sweet things
Oh, that you used to say, did you mean 'em, baby
Of a house with a lovely, o-lovely garden
And a little baby someday

Oh tell me, baby
Where did I go wrong, honey
Whatever changed your mind, baby
I've asked myself these questions
Over a million times, baby, baby, oh baby

My whole world ended the moment you left me
Oh yes it did baby, baby
My whole world ended the moment you left me
It tumbled down to the ground
Baby, baby, baby
Ooo

Oh baby, now my body is num I feel, feel so senseless to the touch
My life is so wasted, so wasted, without you
I guess I loved you much too much
Oh baby, how can I face tomorrow... when yesterday is all I see
I just don't wanna face tomorrow, honey
You're not sharing it with me
Baby, baby, oh, tell me why

My whole world ended the moment you left me
Oh yes it did baby, baby
My whole world ended the moment you left me
It tumbled down to the ground, baby