To Each His Own
Composer(s): Jay Livingston - Ray Evans
First release by: Al Martino - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



A rose must remain with the sun and the rain
Or its lovely promise won't come true
To each his own, to each his own
And my own is you

What good is a song if the words just don't belong?
And a dream must be a dream for two
No good alone, to each his own
For me there's you

If a flame is to grow there must be a glow
To open each door there's a key
I need you, I know, I can't let you go
Your touch means too much to me

Two lips must insist on two more to be kissed
Or they'll never know what love can do
To each his own, I've found my own
One and only you

If a flame is to grow there must be a glow
To open each door there's a key
I need you, I know, I can't let you go
Your touch means too much to me

I Dig Rock And Roll Music
Composer(s): Dave Dixon; James Mason; Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
and multiple other artists



I dig Rock and Roll music and I love to get the chance to play (and sing it)
I figure it's about the happiest sound goin' down today
The message may not move me or mean a great deal to me
But hey! it feels so groovy to say

I dig the Mamas and the Papas at "The Trip" Sunset Strip in L.A.
And they got a good thing goin' when the words don't get in the way
And when they're really wailing, Michelle and Cass are sailin'
Hey! they really nail me to the wall

I dig Donovan in a dream-like, tripped out way
His crystal images tell you 'bout a brighter day
And when the Beatles tell you
They've got a word "love" to sell you
They mean exactly what they say

I dig Rock and Roll music I could really get it on in that scene.
I think I could say somethin' if you know what I mean
But if I really say it, the radio won't play it
Unless I lay it between the lines!

Jean Rentre Au Village
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



Jean rentre au village
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit 
Ton papa, pauvre petit
Il est en hospice
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Jean va-t-en hospice
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en morgue
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Jean s'en va-t-en morgue
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en bière
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Jean s'en va-t-en bière
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en route
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Jean s'en va-t-en route
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en terre
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Jean s'en va-t-en terre
Son père chercher
Le cherche trois heures
Où s'est-il caché?

Mais un brave cœur lui dit
Ton papa, pauvre petit
L'est déjà-t-en cendres
Le bon Dieu n'est pas gentil

Someday
Composer(s): Tony Macaulay - John Macleod
Performer(s): Paper Dolls



(Bub-bub, bah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah)
(Bub-bub, bah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah)
(Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah)

I know that someday you're gonna miss me
One day you'll wanna kiss me, some way
You'll try to find a way back to my heart
I know that sometime when you are lonely
Somewhere, wanting me only, somehow
You're gonna wish we'd never had to part
I know someday

You've always wanted so much to be free
From now on, baby, that's okay with me
You go your way, like just you wait and see
I'll count to ten and baby then

I know that someday you're gonna miss me
One day you'll wanna kiss me, some way
You'll try to find a way back to my heart
I know that sometime when you are lonely
Somewhere, wanting me only, somehow
You're gonna wish we'd never had to part
I know someday

I try to hold you, but it's all in vain
You're in my arms and then you're out again
But baby, I can play the waiting game
I'll count to nine and bide my time

I know that someday you're gonna miss me
One day you'll wanna kiss me, some way
You'll try to find a way back to my heart
I know that sometime when you are lonely
Somewhere, wanting me only, somehow
You're gonna wish we'd never had to part
I know someday

(Someday, some way) You'll try to find a way back to my heart
I know that (Sometime, somewhere)...

I Didn't Slip, I Wasn't Pushed, I Fell
Composer(s): Edward Pola; George Wyle
Performer(s): Doris Day; Bing Crosby; Jo Stafford



(She didn't slip, she wasn't pushed
She only fell, in love with you)

I didn't slip, I wasn't pushed, I fell, oh yes
Right into the middle of a warm caress

(She didn't slip, she wasn't pushed
She only fell, in love with you)

I didn't slip, I wasn't tripped, I fell, and how
I'll be glad to speak of that adventure now

(We'd like to speak of that adventure now)

There I was, mindin' my business and thinkin' that love
Was only a juvenile pastime
Then I fell, head over heels into love
And I know that I'm goin' down for the last time

I didn't slip, I wasn't pushed, I fell, you bet
And if you hadn't caught me in your arms
Why, I'd be fallin' yet

There I was, mindin' my business and thinkin' that love
Was only a juvenile pastime
Then I fell, head over heels into love
And I know that I'm goin' down for the last time

I didn't slip, I wasn't pushed, I fell, you bet
And if you hadn't caught me in your arms
Why, I'd be fallin' yet

(She didn't slip, she wasn't pushed, she only fell)

I only fell in love with you

Jean Et Martine (Le Routier)
Composer(s): Michel Emer
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Jean le routier roule sur la route
Il y a les arbres, il y a les champs
La pluie qui tombe à grosses gouttes
'y a les virages, il y a le vent
Il y a le froid et le soleil
Il y a le jour, il y a la nuit
Et la fatigue, et le sommeil
Et les quinze tonnes, ça fait du bruit
...Mais il y a aussi à la maison
Sa petite Martine et sa chanson

"Jean va rentrer de sa tournée"
Chante Martine dans sa cuisine
"Il sera sûrement fatigué
Il aura sa pauvre petite mine
Mais je pourrai le regarder
Et l'embrasser pendant qu'il dîne
Et le soigner, le cajoler
Et me serrer sur sa poitrine
Plus tard quand il s'endormira
Moi, je serai dans ses bras..."

Il y a du brouillard à sa fenêtre
Martine attend... 
On a sonné
C'est un monsieur avec une lettre
Il a l'air sombre et ennuyé
"La Compagnie... 
Condoléances...
Un accident... 
Faut signer là...
Il y a les obsèques et l'assurance..."
Pourtant Martine ne comprend pas
Ce n'est pas vrai... 
Elle n'y croit pas
Dans cinq minutes il sera là...

"...Jean va rentrer de sa tournée"
Chante Martine dans sa cuisine
"Il sera sûrement fatigué
Il aura sa pauvre petite mine
...Je vais le soigner, le cajoler...
Et me serrer sur sa poitrine
Plus tard quand il s'endormira...
Non! Non! Non!...

Jean... Jean...
Oh! Jean!"

To Each His Dulcinea
Composer(s): Joe Darion - Mitch Leigh
Performer(s): Jerry Hadley; Dos; Hilton Marlton



To each his Dulcinea...

That he alone can name
To each a secret hiding place
Where he can find the haunting face 
To light his secret flame...

For with his Dulcinea beside him so to stand
A man can do quite anything
Outfly the bird upon the wing 
Hold moonlight in his hand...

Yet if you build your life on dreams
It's prudent to recall
A man with moonlight in his hands 
Has nothing there at all...

There is no Dulcinea...

She's made of flame and air
And yet how lovely life would seem
If every man could weave a dream 
To keep him from despair

To each his Dulcinea...
Though she's only flame and air...

I Didn't See The Time Go By  
French Title: Je N'ai Pas Vu Le Temps Passer
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour



Now as the wheel of life turns faster
Now as the seasons seem to fly
I see so many things at last
But didn't see the time go by
I've known delight, I've known disaster
The caviar, the humble pie
From the absurd to the sublime
I didn't see the time go by
I didn't see the years roll on
I didn't know the road would bend
Refused to see when youth was gone
Pretending it might never end
Now there is a price to pay
For every day I threw away
It seems I wasted half a lifetime
Within the blinking of an eye
I didn't hear the midnight chime
I didn't see the time go by
In still of nights and brief romances
I kissed the girls and made them cry
While there were balconies to climb
I didn't see the time go by
I was the guy with all the answers
The half-way truth, the little lie
So sure so certain in my prime
I didn't see the time go by
I hit the heights, I bit the dirt
I left some wreckage in my wake
I didn't see that lies can hurt
I didn't know how hearts can break
And now they come to haunt my mind
The lives I touched and left behind
I've sung a hundred songs of longing
Of sweet regret and hope run dry
I've searched for melody and rhyme
But never saw how time can fly
Never saw the darkening sky
I was a minstrel of my time
Who did not see the time go by

Jean
Composer(s): Rod McKuen
Performer(s): Rod McKuen



Jean, Jean, roses are red
All the leaves have gone green
And the clouds are so low
You can touch them, and so
Come out to the meadow, Jean

Jean, Jean, you're young and alive
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
Open your arms, bonnie Jean

Till the sheep in the valley come home my way
Till the stars fall around me and find me alone
When the sun comes a-singin' I'll still be waitin'

For Jean, Jean, roses are red
And all of the leaves have gone green
While the hills are ablaze
With the moon's yellow haze
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean

(Jean, Jean), Jean, you're young and alive
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean

Marriage Type Love
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Tommy Steele
and multiple other artists



No, she's not the first girl I've met 
But she's the only one I could ever settle down with 
I'm not kiddin', I mean it 
You know, it's funny how you go through life, meetin' all sorts o' diff'rent girls 
Then all of a sudden, one comes along and you know, you just know...

When first I set my longing eyes on you
I saw my future shining in your face
And when you smiled an murmured, "How d'ya do?"
The room became a dream enchanted place

The chandaliers were shooting stars
The drums and horns and soft guitars
Were soundin' more like nightingales
The window curtains blew like sails
And I was floatin' just above the floor
Feelin' slightly taller than before

Out of nowhere came the feeling
Cue the feeling, a marriage type love
We were dancing and her eyelash
Blinked on my lash, a marriage type love

We made a date, couldn't wait for my day off
Now it's a thing, with a ring for the pay-off
Well, I'm her pigeon, through with roaming
Now I'm homing, to marriage type love and her

I'd like to tell you a secret 
I just keep on seein' her, even when she's not there, she just seems to appear from out of nowhere, it's marvellous...

We were dancing and her eyelash
It blinked on my lash, a marriage type love

We made a date and we couldn't wait then for my day off
Now it is a thing, and it's with a ring for the pay-off
I am her pigeon, through with roaming
Now I'm homing to marriage type love and her!

I Didn't Mean To Love You
Composer(s): Arthur Butler; Karen Philipp
Performer(s): Helen Reddy; Freddy Cole; Dionne Warwick



Sunday Morning waking up and touching you
You're always warm at 9 a.m
Pillows close and I can feel you wanting me
When I go back to sleep again

I didn't mean to love you
And I never meant to care
But I guess I never noticed
Just how often you were there

Walking on and talking till the sun went down
You kept me warm with just your eyes
Seems that all we wanted just came naturally
We never even had to try

I didn't mean to love you
Didn't want to let it show
No I never meant to tell you
I'm just too proud to let on

Bring back the days when we could talk away our troubles
Don't tell me things have changed so much
Please take the time you know it's not so hard to do
Unless there's nothing left to say
I guess there's nothing left to say

I didn't mean to love you
But I guess I always will
Yes you'll always be inside me
Kinda warm and soft and still
I didn't mean to need you
and I didn't want to cry
I never meant to loose you
I never meant good-bye

I never meant good-bye

Jealousy
Performer(s): Frankie Miller



It cuts me deep 
And it cuts me wide 
This gut rock feelin' 
I get inside 
And I blame you 
But it's really me 
Can't rid myself 
Of jealousy 

When I'm away 
And you're at home 
I don't believe 
You're on your own 
It's my foolish 
Insecurity 
Can't rid myself 
Of jealousy 

Jealousy 
As thick as mud 
It's in my veins 
It's in my blood 
Jealousy 
It's plain to see 
I love you more 
Than you love me 

It get's me so 
I can't sleep at night 
I walk the floor 
In the pale moonlight 
Yes, I blame you 
But it's really me 
Can't rid myself 
Of jealousy 

Jealousy 
It's thick as mud 
It's in my veins 
It's in my blood 
Jealousy 
It's plain to see 
I love you more 
Than you love me, baby 

Jealousy 
It's thick as mud 
It's in my veins 
It's in my blood 
Jealousy 
It's plain to see 
I love you so much 
It's killin' me, baby 

Jealousy 
It's thick as mud 
It's in my veins 
It's in my blood 
Jealously 
It's plain to see 
I love you more 
Than you love me 
You'll be the death of me, baby

Jealousy 
It's thick as mud 
It's in my veins...

To Do With Love
Composer(s): Tony Hicks - Kenny Lynch
Performer(s): The Hollies



Next time I meet a girl, I won't ask her her name
Or where she's been, or where she came from
The last time I found love it only brought me pain
The problems almost took me over

I was washing up for mother, I was lighting pipes for papa
And fetching water
And that's got nothing at all, that's got nothing at all
To do with love

Next time I meet a girl
I won't tell her my name
Or where I've been
Or where I came from

I'll take a hold of her
And love her just the same
No need to mention past acquaintances

I just want someone to love me
And someone to like the presents
That I bought her
'Cause that's got something to do
Yes, that's got something to do
To do with love

Each girl I meet comes up wronger
And I can't take it all much longer
No, I can't no

Next time I meet a girl
I won't tell her my name
Or where I've been
Or where I came from

I'll take a hold of her
And love her just the same
No need to mention past acquaintances

I just want someone to love me
And someone to like the presents
That I bought her
'Cause that's got something to do
Yes, that's got something to do
To do with love

I Didn't Know What Time It Was
Composer(s): Richard Rogers; Lorenz Hart
First performance by: Marcy Westcott and Richard Kollmar - 1939
Covered by multiple other artists



Once I was young, yesterday, perhaps
Danced with Jim and Paul and kissed some other chaps
Once I was young, but never was naive
I thought I had a trick or two up my imaginary sleeve
And now I know I was naive

I didn't know what time it was
Then I met you
Oh, what a lovely time it was
How sublime it was too!

I didn't know what day it was
Then you held my hand
Warm like the month of May it was
And I'll say it was grand

Grand to be alive, to be young
To be mad, to be yours alone
Grand to see your face, feel your touch
Hear your voice say I'm all your own

I didn't know what year it was
Life was no prize
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes

Once I was old, twenty years or so
Rather well preserved, the wrinkles didn't show
Once I was old, but not too old for fun
I used to hunt for little girls up my imaginary gun
But now I ain't for only one

I'm wise and I know what time it is now
I'm wise and I know what time it is now
I'm so wise and I know what time it is now

Jealousy
French Title: Jalousie
Composer(s): Jacob Gade; Vera Bloom
Performer(s): Frankie Laine;
and various other artists



Jealousy, night and day you torture me
I sometimes wonder, if this spell that I'm under
Can only be a melody, for I know no one but me 
Has won your heart, but when the music starts

My peace departs from the moment
they play that lovely strain
And we surrender to all it's charm again
This jealousy that tortures me, is ecstasy, mystery, pain

We dance to a tango of love
Your heart beats with mine as we sway
You eyes give the answer I'm dreaming of
That soft word your cruel lips will never say

I fear that the music will end
And shatter the spell it may lend
To make me believe, when your eyes just deceive
But it's only the tango you love
 
I feal that the music will end
And shatter the spell it may lend
To make me believe, when your eyes just deceive
And, it's only the tango you love

It's only the tango that you love

Ik Hou Van Jou
((Adapted from: Mourir D'aimer (Charles Aznavour) - 1971))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - André Hazes
Performer(s): André Hazes - 2002

Versions In Other Languages: 
1971 - Morire D'amore (Charles Aznavour)
1972 - To Die Of Love (Charles Aznavour)



Waarom laat je me nu toch zo alleen
Voor `t eerst was ik vanavond nummer Eén
Je zei ik hou van jou wel duizend keer
Maar nu ben ik toch weer alleen

Toch weet ik je heb al spijt
Omdat jij nu niet begrijpt
Dat ik zoveel van je hou ik
Wil nooit een andere vrouw

Ja ik dacht alleen aan jou
Ik gaf je liefde en m`n trouw
Je mag denken wat je wil schat
Ik hou van jou

Het kost jou toch geen moeite want ik ben niets
Een dure Rols voor jou voor mij een oude fiets
Vergeet maar niet wat jezelf bent geweest
Waarom waarom ben ik weer alleen

Toch voel ik je hebt al spijt
Omdat jij nu niet begrijpt
Dat ik zoveel van je hou ik
Wil nooit een andere vrouw

Je gaf me alles wat ik wou
Al je liefde en je trouw
Je mag denken wat je wil schat
Ik hou van jou

Toch voel ik je hebt al spijt
Omdat jij nu niet begrijpt
Dat ik zoveel van je hou ik
Wil nooit een andere vrouw

Je gaf me alles wat ik wou
Al je liefde en je trouw
Je mag denken wat je wil schat
Ik hou van jou

I Didn't Know About You
Composer(s): Duke Ellington; Bob Russell
First release by: Jo Stafford and The Pied Pipers with Paul Weston & His Orch. - 1944
Covered by multiple other artists



I went around with my own little croud
The usual laughs, not often but loud
And in the world that I knew
I didn't know about you
Chasing after the ring on the merry-go-round
Just taking my fun where it could be found
And yet what else could I do
I didn't know about you
Darling, now I know 
I had the loneliest yesterday
Ev'ry day
In your arms I know for once in my life
I'm living
Had a good time ev'ry time I went out
Romance was the thing I kidded about
How could I know about love
I didn't know about you

Jealous Of You
Italian Title: Tango Della Gelosia
Composer(s): Marjorie Harper;
Vito Mascheroni; Peppino Mendes
Performer(s): Connie Francis; Lou Monte



Your eyes may thrill me with gladness
And tell me you`re true, dear
Yet thoughts still fill me with sadness
And what can I do, dear

I wonder if you are free
I wonder if you are free

Do you belong just to me
I`m always jealous of you, dear
I`m not to be
I am jealous of you, darling
Why am I so jealous, darling
Sad are the fancies that throng 
Through my heart everyday
Lest someone else come along
Who can steal you away
All your beauty I would own
I would have you mine alone
Fear that someday we may part
Still consumes me with pain
What would become of my heart
If I loved you in vain

Morire D'amore
((Adapted from: Mourir D'aimer (Charles Aznavour) - 1971))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Giorgio Calabrese
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1971

Versions In Other Languages: 
1972 - To Die Of Love (Charles Aznavour)
2002 - Ik Hou Van Jou (André Hazes)



Sento sfuggirmi dalle dita
Ogni appiglio della vita
E sò già come finirò
Morire d'amore
Visto che il mondo mi accusa
Ogni altra via resta chiusa
Non saprai quando me ne andrò
Morire d'amore

Morire d'amore, il mio unico giorno con te
Pagarlo al prezzo più alto che c'è
Ma chi mi capirà
non mi condannerà
La gente è piena di problemi
Piccole idee, soliti schemi
Entro cui io non entrerò
Morire d'amore

Per amare te fino in fondo
Posso dire basta al mondo
E sarà logico per me
Morire d'amore
Ormai sulla mia vita è scesa
La rabbia triste della resa
Ma non sò rinunciare a te
Morire d'amore

Morire d'amore, andar via senza tanti perchè
Dove posso portare con me
Solo ciò che eravamo noi due
E che eri tu
Non ci sarà un altro incontro
Tu eri l'alba ed io il tramonto
Me ne andrò rimpiangendo te
Morire d'amore
Morire d'amore
Morire d'amore

I Did What I Could With My Gas Mask
Composer(s): Isaacs; Leslie
Performer(s): George Formby



Now I'm getting very fond of my gasmask I declare
It hardly ever leaves my side
I sling it on my back and I take it everywhere
It even comes to bed at night

It's been a real good pal to me I must confess
And helped me out of many a mess
My sister had a lot of socks to mend
So she gave me a fat bouncing baby to tend
And when I felt it leaking at one end
Well I did what I could with my gas mask

I bought a farm because I like fresh air
At milking time a try to do my share
And when I found the bucket wasn't there
I did what I could with my gasmask

The lady living next door, Mrs. Hicks
She heard the sirens blow one morn at ten to six
She dashed outside in nothing but her nicks
But she knew what to do with her gasmask

By train I went for a very tiring ride
There wasn't any corridor outside
And when I felt the turning of the tide
Well I did what I could with my gasmask

To see old Epstein's Adam in the nude
I once thought I'd go with my Aunt Ermintrude
And when she sniffed and said 'Uh!' how very rude
Still he knows what to do with his gas mask

For years I've courted Anabella Price
And always found her just as cold as ice
Until one night the lass forgot her ma's advice
Then I did what I could with my gasmask