Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Its Anybodys Spring Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James Van Heusen Performer(s): Jack Lemmon and multiple other artists
You think that money is everything And yet its anybodys Spring Go make a fortune, become a king And still its anybodys Spring And if you flash a bank roll Do you suppose the brook would care? Or that a rose would say There goes a millionaire! Its more than diamonds around a ring Because its anybodys Spring You may be born with the silver spoon And yet its anybodys moon You couldnt buy a ticket To hear the first robin sing Its free because Its anybodys Spring
You couldnt buy a ticket To hear the first robin sing Its free because Its anybodys Spring
Its An Old Southern Custom Performer(s): Carroll Gibbons
Its an old Southern custom When youre walking down the street To bid everyone good morning Dont you think thats kind of sweet? Its an old Southern custom To politely lift your hat When you pass a pretty stranger Is there anything wrong in that?
If a lady meets a gentleman As they did in days colonial And the lady and the gentleman Have intentions matrimonial If they must be together Every morning, noon and night Theres a good old Southern custom That makes everything all right
Christmas Eve
Composer(s): Allyn Ferguson - Sidney Shaw
Performer(s): Johnny Mathis
Moonlight shining on the mistletoe Carols singing in the snow Soon will come the finest hour I know It's Christmas eve
Candles lighting windows everywhere Season's greetings fill the air Santa travelling every thoroughfare It's Christmas eve
There's a legend that some wise men say is true Fall in love on Christmas eve and love lasts your whole life through Winter evening of the holy birth Night time full of joy and mirth Goodwill to all and peace on earth It's Christmas eve
Goodwill to all and peace on earth It's Christmas eve
It's Always You Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen; Johnny Burke First recording/First release by: Bing Crosby - 1940/1941 Covered by multiple other artists
Whenever it's early twilight I watch till a star breaks through Funny it's not a star I see, it's always you
Whenever I roam through roses And lately I often do Funny it's not a rose I touch, it's always you
If a breeze caresses me, it's really you strolling by If I hear a melody, it's merely the way you sigh
Wherever you are, you're near me You dare me to be untrue Funny, each time I fall in love, it's always you
Christmas Eve
Composer(s): Maria Christensen - Curt Frasca
Performer(s): Celine Dion; Keres Katia
Snow falling gently to the ground 'Tis the night before And in my heart there is no doubt That this is gonna be The brightest holiday 'Cause here you are with me Baby, baby, I can't wait To spend this special time of year with someone who Makes me feel the special way that you do Walkin' with you in a winter's snow Kissin' underneath the mistletoe People smiling everywhere we go It's Christmas Eve and they can see we're in love Ooh, you make the season bright With the lights reflected in your eyes All my dreams are comin' true tonight It's Christmas Eve and I can see we're in love We'll stay up late tonight Decorate the tree Just look into my eyes And I will tell you truthfully That I don't need no Santa Claus To hear my Christmas wish I got you in my arms And what could be a better gift
It's Always 4 A.M. Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Ron Anthony Performer(s): Shirley Bassey and multiple other artists
The world is cold, the night is still The dream is old, and so's a thrill Some cool DJ, begins to play, a Wes Montgomerys score When you're all alone It's always four a.m. It had to last, it would go on But once it's passed, it's passed and gone You just pretend, it didn't end But make believe the blower When you're all alone It's always four a.m.
Your thoughts take wings, but nothing brings That needed bit of slumber The phone then rings, your pour heart sings You left the phone, wrong number The sun is bright, the sky's a blaze But still it's night, there are no days And worst of all, right down the hall There's laughter through the door When you're all alone It's always four a.m.
Your thoughts take wings, but nothing brings That needed bit of slumber The phone then rings, your pour heart sings You left the phone, wrong number The sun is bright, the sky's a blaze But still it's night, there are no days And worst of all, right down the hall There's laughter through the door When you're all alone It's always four a.m. When you're all alone It's always four a.m.
Christmas Dreaming
Composer(s): Irving Gordon - Lester Lee
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists
I'm doing my Christmas dreaming A little early this year No sign of snow around And yet I go around hearing Jingle bells ringing in my ear Your promise must be the reason The happy season is here So I'm doing my Christmas dreaming A little early this year
Christmas Dream
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Weber - Tim Rice - André Heller
Performer(s): Perry Como & The London Boy Singers; Simon Fisk; Maynard Williams
Watch me now, here I go! All I need's a little snow Starts me off, sets the theme, helps me dream my Christmas dream Ev'ry year I dream it, hoping things will change An end to the crying, the shouting, the dying And I hope you will dream it too It's Christmas, remember? We've got to remember
So light the light I'm home tonight. I need you to warm me, to calm me, to love me To help me to dream my Christmas dream
Crazy things said and done, ev'ry single day but one Ev'ry night should, I believe, be the same as Christmas Eve Nights should all be silent, days should all slow down An end to the hurry, the noise and the worry And I hope you believe that too It's Christmas, remember? Does no one remember?
The whole world needs a Christmas dream We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us To help us to dream our Christmas dream
(Lüge dirigiert die Welt, Ehrlichkeit bringt selten Geld Jeder möcht' Sieger sein, wer verliert bleibt ganz allein Doch manch Will' ist möglich durch die Fantasie Du stirbst um zu leben und nimmst um zu geben) Einmal im Jahr wird alles wahr Zu Weihnacht vergiss nicht Vergiss es gewiss nicht
The whole world needs a Christmas dream We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us To help us to dream our Christmas dream
It's All Right Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield First release by: The Impressions - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
They say it's alright, they say it's alright it's alright, have a good time, cause it's alright, wo, it's alright
Now were gonna move real slow, when the lights are low when you move it slow, it feels like mo' cause it's alright, wo, it's alright
Now listen to the beat, and kinda tap your feet you've got soul, everybody knows that it's alright, wo, it's alright
When you wake up early in the morning feeling sad like so many of us do hum along a song, forget what's gone wrong and surely something's gotta come to you
And you gotta say it's alright, you say it's alright, yea it's alright, have a good time cause it's alright, wo, it's alright
Everybody clap your hands, now give yourself a chance you've got soul, everybody knows that it's alright, wo, it's alright
Someday I'll find me a woman who will love me and treat me real nice when my loves gotta go, my love will hold from morning, noon, and in the night
And she gonna say that it's alright, she'll say it's alright it's alright, have a good time cause it's alright, wo, it's alright
Everybody clap your hands, now give yourself a chance you've got soul, everybody knows that it's alright, wo, it's alright
Hold your horses, got a million courses And I'm fixin' a treat
Jeremiah, go and help your mother Jay and Jonah, you too Ezachiah, go and get your brother Then fetch Jamie and Sue
Mother, mother, everybody's happy Got a reason to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin' Christmas dinner country style Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head We'll all say praise and then break bread
Put your napkin on your lap While (?) is sided from the tap
Oh don't that turkey look divine We'll promenade it down the line Plenty off duck, well long (?) on white So (?) plant it to your right
Now the sachet (?) hello met country ham And double-sachet (?) ham Swing to the left, and test that stuffin' And swing to the right, a Huckleberry muffin
Time for your partner to reach across And dosey-dose the cranberry sauce
Have another helpin' (?) one and all And you in the roomer (?), swing to the ball Pass a little rumsteak, if you please And promenade the pretty bag-eyed (?) beast
When you all say cheese, dosey-dose So much's turkey is about to explode But you still gotta swing to the pickle twist Choose your pie (?)
Oh dinner was grand, to say the least So honour the lady who cooked the beast
Mother, mother, thank you for the dinner All the fixin's were great
Nothin' to it, mighty glad to do it Seeing how much you ate
Jeremiah, go and get your dinner Come on father, let's eat (?)
I'm too full of turkey and the stuffin' I ain't takin' chance It's a very, very merry Christmas Got a reason to smile
Mother, mother, everybody loved your Christmas dinner country style Christmas dinner country style
It's Almost Tomorrow Composer(s): Gene Adkinson; Wade Buff Performer(s): The Dream Weavers and multiple other artists
My dearest, my darling, tomorrow is near The sun will bring showers of sadness I fear You lips won't be smiling, your eyes will not shine For I know tomorrow that your love won't be mine
It's almost tomorrow, but what can I do Your kisses all tell me that your love is untrue I'll love you forever till stars cease to shine And hope someday darling, that you'll always be mine
You heart was so warm dear, It now has turned cold You no longer love me, for your memories grow old It's almost tomorrow, for here comes the sun But still I am hoping that tomorrow won't come
It's almost tomorrow, but what can I do Your kisses all tell me that your love is untrue I'll love you forever, till stars cease to shine And hope someday darling, that you'll always be mine
That's Where My Money Goes Composer(s): Alfie Zappacosta - Paul Dean - Gerald O'Brian Performer(s): Loverboy
She's so fine, she's so eccentric And what she buys, must be authentic I paid up, to keep her down I go crazy when she's not around, yeah, yeah
She's got me in the palm of her hand But please understand No one ever made me feel Quite like a man She does, oh ya You see that little girl of mine That's where my money goes That's where my money goes
And I work hard (he works hard) I work overtime It's no good, cause I can't save a dime When I have it, I got to spend it On my baby 'Cause I'm so dependent... ya... on love...
My friends tell me I'm out of my mind But it's not a crime I'II do anything to keep that girl all mine Oh ya, all mine She's satisfied and it shows That's where my money goes That's where my money goes
So take it all baby
... Now listen
My friends tell me I'm out of my mind But it's not a crime I'll do anything to keep that girl all mine Oh ya, I know She's satisfied and it shows She's satisfied and it shows
That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes) That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes) That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes) That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes) I'll tell ya' She's satisfied and it shows That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes) That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes) That's where my money goes (That's where his money goes) That's where my money goes That's where his money goes Bye, bye, money, hello happiness
It's All Your Fault Composer(s): Lamont Dozier; Brian Holland; Edward Holland Jr. Performer(s): The Supremes
Baby, it's all your fault You made me love you You made me need you
Baby, it's all your fault I keep tellin' myself I need you and no one else
'Cause your lips Has the kiss of fire That takes hold to my My every desire When you take me in your arms And hold me close My heart tells me It's you I need the most
Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh my baby
Sweet words you speak Is like a melody They go on and on Like an old sweet song Just echoing All through my heart Just makes you a part A part of me, sweetheart
Baby, it's all your fault You made me love you You made me need you
You've got me in your power And there I'll remain 'Cause in my heart I know I don't want to change
And baby, it's all your fault I can't help myself Oh no, I can't help myself Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh my baby
Christmas Dinner
Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
And it came to pass on a Christmas evening While all the doors were shuttered tight Outside standing, lonely boy-child Cold and shivering in the night
On the street, every window Save but one, was gleaming bright And to this window walked the boy-child Peeking in saw, candle light
Through other windows he had looked at turkeys Ducks and geese, cherry pies But through this window saw a grey-haired lady Table bare and tears in her eyes
Into his coat reached the boy-child Knowing well there was little there He took from his pocket, his own Christmas dinner A bit of cheese, some bread to share
His outstretched hands held the food and they trembled As the door, it opened wide Said he, "Would you share with me Christmas dinner" Gently said she, "Come inside"
The grey-haired lady brought forth to the table Glasses two and her last drop of wine Said she, "Here's a toast to everyone's Christmas and especially, yours and mine"
And it came to pass on that Christmas evening While all the doors were shuttered tight That in that town, the happiest Christmas Was shared by candle light
Everyday I watched you walkin'; walkin' by my window pane From the first time that I saw you baby, I knew I'd never be the same
I wanna give you my lovin' Could you ever love me too? But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through It's all up to you
Everyday I hope you see me, maybe look at me and smile But you always seem to look right through me I just break down and cry
I wanna give you my lovin' Could you ever love me too? But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through It's all up to you
I wanna give you my lovin' Could you ever love me too? But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through It's all up to you
Come on down to my street baby and let me make you feel a part of everything I have to offer you of everything inside my heart
I wanna give you my lovin' Could you ever love me too? But you never seem to notice me, or what I'm goin' through It's all up to you
I would give you the sunlight baby, to keep you warm the days grow cold And the love we have together darling It will never grow old any more Oh baby, it's all up to you
Christmas Day In The Workhouse Composer(s): George R. Sims Performer(s): John Moffatt
It is Christmas Day in the workhouse And the cold, bare walls are bright With garlands of green and holly Ad the place is a pleasant sight For with clean-washed hands and faces In a long and hungry line The paupers sit at the table For this is the hour they dine
And the guardians and their ladies Although the wind is east Have come in their furs and wrappers To watch their charges feast To smile and be condescending Put pudding on pauper plates To be hosts at the workhouse banquet They've paid for with the rates
Oh, the paupers are meek and lowly With their "Thank'ee kindly, mum's!'" So long as they fill their stomachs What matter it whence it comes! But one of the old men mutters And pushes his plate aside "Great God!" he cries, "but it chokes me! For this is the day she died!"
The guardians gazed in horror The master's face went white "Did a pauper refuse the pudding?" "Could their ears believe aright?" Then the ladies clutched their husbands Thinking the man would die Struck by a bolt, or something By the outraged One on high
But the pauper sat for a moment Then rose 'mid silence grim For the others had ceased to chatter And trembled in every limb He looked at the guardians' ladies Then, eyeing their lords, he said "I eat not the food of villains Whose hands are foul and red
"Whose victims cry for vengeance From their dark, unhallowed graves" "He's drunk!" said the workhouse master "Or else he's mad and raves" "Not drunk or mad," cried the pauper "But only a haunted beast Who, torn by the hounds and mangled Declines the vulture's feast
"I care not a curse for the guardians And I won't be dragged away Just let me have the fit out It's only on Christmas Day That the black past comes to goad me And prey on my burning brain I'll tell you the rest in a whisper I swear I won't shout again
"Keep your hands off me, curse you! Hear me right out to the end You come here to see how paupers The season of Christmas spend You come here to watch us feeding As they watched the captured beast Here's why a penniless pauper Spits on your paltry feast
"Do you think I will take your bounty And let you smile and think You're doing a noble action With the parish's meat and drink? Where is my wife, you traitors The poor old wife you slew? Yes, by the God above me My Nance was killed by you!
'Last winter my wife lay dying Starved in a filthy den I had never been to the parish I came to the parish then I swallowed my pride in coming For ere the ruin came I held up my head as a trader And I bore a spotless name
"I came to the parish, craving Bread for a starving wife Bread for the woman who'd loved me Through fifty years of life And what do you think they told me Mocking my awful grief That 'the House' was open to us But they wouldn't give 'out relief'
"I slunk to the filthy alley 'Twas a cold, raw Christmas Eve And the bakers' shops were open Tempting a man to thieve But I clenched my fists together Holding my head awry So I came to her empty-handed And mournfully told her why
"Then I told her the house was open She had heard of the ways of that For her bloodless cheeks went crimson and up in her rags she sat Crying, 'Bide the Christmas here, John We've never had one apart I think I can bear the hunger The other would break my heart'
"All through that eve I watched her Holding her hand in mine Praying the Lord and weeping Till my lips were salt as brine I asked her once if she hungered And as she answered 'No' T'he moon shone in at the window Set in a wreath of snow
"Then the room was bathed in glory And I saw in my darling's eyes The faraway look of wonder That comes when the spirit flies And her lips were parched and parted And her reason came and went For she raved of our home in Devon Where our happiest years were spent
"And the accents, long forgotten Came back to the tongue once more For she talked like the country lassie I woo'd by the Devon shore Then she rose to her feet and trembled And fell on the rags and moaned And, 'Give me a crust I'm famished For the love of God!' she groaned
"I rushed from the room like a madman And flew to the workhouse gate Crying, 'Food for a dying woman!' And the answer came, 'Too late' They drove me away with curses Then I fought with a dog in the street And tore from the mongrel's clutches A crust he was trying to eat
"Back through the filthy byways! Back through the trampled slush! Up to the crazy garret Wrapped in an awful hush My heart sank down at the threshold And I paused with a sudden thrill For there, in the silv'ry moonlight My Nance lay, cold and still
"Up to the blackened ceiling The sunken eyes were cast I knew on those lips, all bloodless My name had been the last She called for her absent husband O God! had I but known! Had called in vain, and, in anguish Had died in that den alone
"Yes, there, in a land of plenty Lay a loving woman dead Cruelly starved and murdered for a loaf of the parish bread At yonder gate, last Christmas I craved for a human life You, who would feed us paupers What of my murdered wife!"
'There, get ye gone to your dinners Don't mind me in the least Think of the happy paupers Eating your Christmas feast And when you recount their blessings In your smug parochial way Say what you did for me, too Only last Christmas Day"
It's All Right With Me Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Bob Manning - 1953 and multiple other artists
It's the wrong time and the wrong place Though your face is charming it's the wrong face It's not his face, but such a charming face That it's all right with me.
It's the wrong song in the wrong style Though your smile is lovely it's the wrong smile It's not his smile, but such a lovely smile That it's all right with me.
You can't know how happy I am that we met I`m strangely attracted to you There is someone I'm trying so hard to forget Don't you want to forget someone to?
You can't know how happy I am that we met I`m strangely attracted to you There is someone I'm trying so hard to forget Don't you want to forget someone to?
It's the wrong game, with the wrong chips Though you lips are tempting they're the wrong lips They're not his lips but they're such Tempting lips That if some night you are free Well it's all right, yes it's all right Baby don't you know it's all right with me
Christmas Day In The Cookhouse Performer(s): Billy Bennett
'Twas Christmas Day in the cookhouse And the place was clean and tidy The soldiers were eating their pancakes... I'm a liar... that was Good Friday
In the oven a turkey was sizzling And to make it look posh, I suppose They fetched the Battalion Barber To shingle it's parson's nose!
Potatoes were cooked in their jackets And carrots in pants - how unique! A sheep's head was baked with the eyes in As it had to see them through the week
At one o'clock 'Dinner Up' sounded The sight made an old soldier blush They were dishing out Guinness for nothing And fifteen got killed in the rush!
A jazz band played in the mess-room A fine lot of messers it's true We told them to go and play Ludo And they all answered 'Fishcakes' to you!
In came the old Sergeant Major He'd walked all the way from his billet His toes were turned in, his chest was turned out With his head back in case he'd spill it
He wished all the troops 'Merry Xmas' Including the poor Orderly Man Some said 'Good Old Sergeant Major' But others said 'San Fairy Arm'
Then up spoke one ancient warrior His whiskers a nest for the sparrows The old man had first joined the army When the troops used to use bows and arrows
His grey eyes were flashing with anger He threw down his pudden' and cursed 'You dare to wish me a Happy New Year Well, just hear my story first
Ten years ago, as the crow flies I came here with my darling bride It was Christmas Day in the Waxworks So it must be the same outside
We asked for some food, we were starving You gave us pease pudden' and pork My poor wife went to the Infirmary With a pain in her Belle of New York
You're the man that stopped bacon from shrinking By making the cook fry with Lux And you wound up the cuckoo clock backwards And now it goes'oo' fore it'cucks'
So thank you, and bless you, and blow you You just take these curses from me May your wife give you nothing for dinner And then warm it up for your tea
Whatever you eat, may it always repeat Be it soup, fish, entree, or horse doovers May blue bottles and flies descend from the skies And use your bald head for manoeuvres
May the patent expire on your evening dress shoes May your Marcel waves all come uncurled May your flannel shirt shrink up the back of your neck And expose your deceit to the world
And now that I've told you my story I'll walk to the clink by the gate And as for your old Xmas Pudden' Stick that - on the next fellow's plate'
