Sakta Vi Gå Genom Stan
Composer(s): Fred E. Ahlert; Beppe Wolgers
Performer(s): Monica Zetterlund; Charlotte Perrelli; Real Group



Åh det är skönt när mitt Stockholm är grönt
sakta gå hem genom stan
En kyss sen går man sakta igen
sakta en tur genom stan

Åh det är natt och på avstånd hörs skratt
Och man går hem genom stan
En doft av hö från nån ljuv skärgårdsö
smyger sig tyst intill stan

Precis som din arm så lätt och så varm
känns sommarens vind mot min kind
Och natten står still den finns inte till
en tystnad en skugga en vind

Den är så kort och den glider tyst bort
när trastarna vakna i stan
Klockan är två hela himlen är blå
sakta vi går genom stan

Sakta hitåt ror en man i en båt
stannar och ser på en svan
Allt är tyst och jag tiger nyss kysst
sakta vi går genom stan

På Västerbron i den himmelska ron
en spårvagn går ensam och tom
Alla hus målar natten i ljus
hemligt går träden i blom

Här bor en miljon
säg hör de den ton som Stockholm nu spelar för dem
De far härifrån långt bort härifrån
men Stockholm det är ju vårt hem

Vart vi än går vet jag Stockholm är vår
när vi går hem genom stan
Här går vi med en tyst melodi
ensamma i hela stan

Så stannar vi till vid fåglarnas drill
vi känner en doft av viol
Och glada vi hör en jublande kör
då stiger en gnistrande sol

Åh det är skönt när mitt Stoclkholm är grönt
sakta en natt då i stan
En kyss sen börja vandra igen
sakta gå hem genom stan
sakta gå hem genom stan
sakta gå hem genom stan 

If You Don't Want To See Santa Claus Cry
Composer(s): Keith Stegall
Performer(s): Alan Jackson



I'm making out my list for old Saint Nick tonight
But I'm afraid what I want this year can't be had
But Santa, he's the kind
When he makes up his mind
Wishes can come true
And I'd bet my Christmas stocking
If my wish don't come knocking
He's gonna be blue

So, Baby come home
If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry
He can't see where he's goin' when it's snowin'
If there's tears in his eyes
And don't you know his "Ho-Ho-Ho"
Will be a sad, sad sight
So, Baby come back to me
If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry

And don't you know his "Ho-Ho-Ho"
Will be a sad, sad sight
So, Baby come home to me
If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry

Yeah, Baby come back to me
If you don't want to see Santa Claus cry

Sait-On Jamais Où Va Une Femme Quand Elle Vous Quitte
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte
Où elle s'en va
Quand elle s'en va
Qui sait
Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte
Moi je le sais toi
Tu es partie à
Jamais
Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte
Tu es mon seul amour
Et c'est je crois pour
La vie
Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte
Qu'importe là ou
Ailleurs les verrous
Sont mis

Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte
Qui disait cela
C'est c'que tu n'as ja-
Mais su
Sait-on jamais où va une femme quand elle vous quitte
Moi je le sais c'est
Au cours d'son procès
Landru

If Santa Were My Daddy
Performer(s): Jimmy Osmond



If Santa were my daddy 
I'd be good every single day of the year!
I bet you think I couldn't do it 
yeah I could with such a jolly gentleman so near
I'd always try to be the kind of boy Santa'd want his son to be
Helpful and friendly, 'specially when he had his twinkling eye on me!

I would dress exactly like my daddy, I would learn to laugh his ho-ho-hos!
Maybe he would even teach me how to fly
by laying a finger aside of my nose

And maybe I would grow a snow white beard
and try to learn to turn with a jerk
Then finally when all the Clauses disappear
my daddy would retire from his work
And I would be the one to take his place
spreading all the Christmas joy
I'd be more than willing, wow would it be thrilling!
If only I were Santa's boy!

And I would be the one to take his place
spreading all the Christmas joy
I'd be more than willing, wow would it be thrilling! 
If only I were Santa's boy!

Santa's boy.... Santa's boy.... Santa's boy....

Saint-Pierre
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel; Affaire Dom



Il y a longtemps de cela
Au fond du ciel le bon Saint-Pierre
Comme un collégien se troubla
Pour une étoile au cœur de pierre
Sitôt conquise elle s'envole
En embrasantde son regard
Le cœur, la barbe et l'auréole
Du bon Saint Pierre au désespoir
Qui criait et pleurait
Dans les rues du paradis
Qui criait et pleurait
Tout en se moquant de lui.

Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange
Pour voir si elle pense à moi
Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange
Pour voir si elle m'aimera

Saint Pierre alors partit chercher
À cheval sur un beau nuage
Vainement dans la Voie Lactée
Sa jeune étoile au cœur volage
Au Paradis lorsqu'il revint
Devant la porte il est resté
N'osons montrer tout son chagrin
A ses copains auréolés
Qui criaient et pleuraient
Dans les rues du paradis
Qui criaient et pleuraient
Tout en se moquant de lui.

Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange
Pour voir si elle pense à toi
Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange
Pour voir si elle t'aimera

Mais le Bon Dieu lui vint en aide
Car les barbus sont syndiqués
Il changea l'étoile en planète
Et fit de Saint Pierre un portier
Et de ces anges déplumés
Par les amours du bon Saint Pierre
Afin de tout récupérer
Il fit les démons de l'enfer
Ceux qui crient ceux qui pleurent
A l'heure où naissent les nuits
Ceux qui crient ceux qui pleurent
Dans un coin de votre esprit

Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange
Pour voir si elle pense à moi
Effeuillons l'aile d'un ange
Pour voir si elle m'aimera

If It Doesn't Snow On Christmas Day
Composer(s): Gerald Marks; Milton Pascal
Performer(s): Gene Autry
and multiple other artists



Santa works all day in his workshop
Making lots of games and toys
Then one day, he hops in his sleigh
To bring them to the girls and boys
Santa's just as nice as he can be
There's just one little thing that worries me

If it doesn't snow on Christmas
How is Santa goin' to use his sleigh
In case of rain, will there be a train
That'll speed him on his way
If it doesn't snow on Christmas
How will Santa get around to us
If he breaks down on his way to town
Will they let him use a bus

I sent him a nice long letter
And I hope it's not in vain
I'd really feel much better
If I knew he could fly a plane

People say he has eight reindeer
For the sleigh he's driving here
But how'll he go, if it doesn't snow
On Christmas this year

If it doesn't snow on Christmas
How is Santa goin' to use his sleigh
In case of rain, will there be a train
That'll speed him on his way
If it doesn't snow on Christmas
How will Santa get around to us
If he breaks down on his way to town
Will they let him use a bus

I sent him a nice long letter
And I hope it's not in vain
I'd really feel much better
If I knew he could fly a plane

People say he has eight reindeer
For the sleigh he's driving here
But how'll he go, if it doesn't snow
On Christmas this year

Sainte Canaille
Composer(s): Pierre Cour
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Petite Sainte Nitouche
Tu viens sur ma bouche
Chercher ton plaisir
Mais tu t'effarouches
Quand ma main te touche
Pour te retenir
Tu joues et tu ruses
Ce que tu t'amuses
De mon désarroi
Et puis soudain grise
Te voilà soumise
Au creux de mes bras

Petite Sainte Coquette
Tu veux que la fête
Dure jusqu'au jour
Tu fais l'innocente
Pour mieux que j'invente
Des jeux à l'amour
Tu mords et tu griffes
Et tu te rebiffes
Pour t'apaiser mieux
Et pour plus de charme
Tu cherches une larme
Au bord de tes yeux

Petite Sainte Canaille
Garde ta médaille
Autour de ton cou
Tout le reste sombre
Quelque part dans l'ombre
Jeté n'importe où
Savoir si je t'aime
C'est ton seul problème
Tu n'en sauras rien
Car le jour éclate
Et comme une chatte
Tu t'endors si bien

If I Were Father Christmas
Composer(s): Harry Hemsley
Performer(s): Harry Hemsley



If I were Father Christmas, and through the park should pass
I'd alter all the "please keep off" to "please keep on" the grass
And "do not pick the flowers", this notice makes me wild
I'd alter it to "help yourself"
These flowers are yours my child

If I were Father Christmas, I'd hit upon a scheme
To make all nasty medicines, taste just like lovely cream
The pills would taste like bulls-eyes, and castor-oil would smell
And taste like lovely honey, and
You'd long to be unwell

If I were Father Christmas, I'd look around for me
And load myself with heaps of toys, not merely two or three
Lots of aeroplanes, and cycles, and boats and ships a fleet
Some railway trains and motor cars
And heaps of tuck to eat

Saint Valentine 
Composer(s): Joe Ely; Will Sexton
Performer(s): Joe Ely



Saint Valentine drove a red Continental
With a headlight out and a dent in the side
He said it wasn't his; it was only a rental
But he drove it every single night

Saint Valentine wore shades and a Cowboy Hat
He looked straight outa Lonesome Dove
You never saw his eyes but you knew down deep inside
He was longin for a long lost love

The Origional Lover had a broken heart
To the ground his blood did flow
And for every drop that fell to the earth
A red, red rose did grow

Saint Valentine ate pizza every Monday night
And chased it with Johnny Walker Black
The waitresses would stare but he just didn't care
He just wanted his lover back

Saint Valentine wore a t-shirt of the Virgin Madonna
With the sleeves cut out and a tear through the heart
He wore it like a shield to protect his pride and honor
He was tired of livin' so far apart

The Origional Lover had a broken heart
To the ground his blood did flow
And for every drop that fell to the earth
A red, red rose did grow

Saint Valentine would Circle the Shoppin' Center Mall
With his radio wailin' the Blues
He'd park outside the door of the Video Store
Like he was one of the chosen few

Saint Valentine drove a red Continental
With a headlight out and a dent in the side
He swore it wasn't real; it was only mental
But he drove it every single night

If I Get Home On Christmas Day
Composer(s): Tony Macaulay
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



If I get home on Christmas day
I won't need soft words to say
I'll miss you and I can stay a while
You'll see it in my eyes and when I smile

If I get home before midnight
While you're still sleeping tight
I'll take you in my arms and there you'll stay
If I get home on Christmas day

Writing letters everyday
Never really seem to say
The way I feel deep in this heart of mine
Thought I'm half a world away
If we're patient and we pray
Know I'll get my chance with you this time

If I get home on Christmas day
I won't need soft words to say
I'll miss you and I can stay a while
You'll see it in my eyes and when I smile

If I get home before midnight
While you're still sleeping tight
I'll take you in my arms and there you'll stay
If I get home on Christmas day
I'll take you in my arms and there you'll stay
If I get home on Christmas day

S'Aimer Sous La Pluie
Composer(s): Joe Dassin; Pierre Delanoë
First release by: Joe Dassin - 1973



Quelle bonne idée d'avoir fait du feu
Qu'on est bien quand il pleut
Avec une bonne discothèque
Bien au sec
Tous les deux

Ça clapotte sur le toit
Dam, dam, dam
Dans la rue, les bonshommes
Ont l'air de sortir du bain
Ou bien d'un acquarium

Nous devrions avoir pitié
De ceux qui vont éternuer, dans leur lit
Mais le gazon est tout content
Les petites fleurs des champs sont ravies

C'est bon de s'aimer sous la pluie
Du moment qu'on est à l'abri
C'est bon de s'aimer pour la vie
Sous la pluie

C'est bon de fumer près de toi
Et de paresser comme un chat
De laisser chanter ma guitare
Dans le noir

Les escargots, les grenouilles, les canards
Dans les bois, dans les mares
Organisent des meetings
Chez les cygnes on se marre

Et la pauvre méteo
Dam, dam, dam
Que le ciel lui pardonne
Elle avait prévu un temps épattant
Pauvre Pan

On ne voit plus la Tour Eiffel
Les demoiselles dans les hôtels se replient
Nous on ferme la télé
On regarde passer les parapluies

C'est bon de s'aimer sous la pluie
Du moment qu'on est à l'abri
C'est bon de s'aimer pour la vie
Sous la pluie

D'écouter chanter les goutières
De voir s'en aller vers la mer
De petits ruisseaux qui vont faire
Des rivières.

Qu'on est bien ici...
Ecoute la pluie...
Le chant de la pluie...

If Every Day Was Like Christmas
Composer(s): Red West
Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
and various other artists



I hear the bells
Saying Christmas is near
They ring out to tell the world
That this is the season of cheer

I hear a choir
Singing sweetly somewhere
And a glow fills my heart
I'm at peace with the world
As the sound of their singing fills the air

Oh why can't every day be like Christmas
Why can't that feeling go on endlessly
For if everyday could be just like Christmas
What a wonderful world this would be

I hear a child
Telling Santa what to bring
And the smile upon his tiny face
Is worth more to me than anything

S'Aimer
Composer(s): Jean-Michel Beriat; Jean-Pierre Goussaud
Performer(s): Dalida



S'aimer c'est une chance qui passe quelquefois
On chavire en silence le cœur au bout des doigts
Tout devient irréel comme un soir de Noël
S'aimer c'est une lettre qu'on écrit tous les soirs
C'est mille kilomètres pour trois secondes d'espoir
S'aimer c'est un emblème s'aimer c'est dire je t 'aime
S'aimer c'est une folie qui me tourne la tête
S'aimer c'est infini c'est comme les planètes

S'aimer, s'aimer
Dans le désert ou sous la pluie
S'aimer, s'aimer
C'est une guerre sans ennemi

Et s'envoler vers le désir aux limites du délire
S'aimer, s'aimer
Pour ne plus souffrir

S'aimer c'est un soleil qui change tout en bleu
Quand la nuit se réveille pour faire danser nos yeux
C'est partir sans bagages sans laisser de messages
S'aimer c'est une folie qui me tourne la tête
S'aimer c'est infini c'est comme les planètes

S'aimer, s'aimer
Dans le désert ou sous la pluie
S'aimer, s'aimer
C'est une guerre sans ennemi

Et s'envoler vers le désir aux limites du délire
S'aimer, s'aimer
Pour ne plus souffrir

S'aimer, s'aimer
Pour ne pas mourir

I'd Like To Hitch A Ride With Santa Claus
Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James Van Heusen
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters;
and various other artists



I'd like to hitch a ride with Santa Claus
Oh, wouldn't that be something to see?
I'd like to hitch a ride with Santa Claus
Dodging the clouds, waving at crowds
I'd crack the whip if people watched the weather vanes
Or checking on the tank, I'd help him with the bag
Or maybe I could handle the reigns

I'd like to hitch a ride with Santa Cluas
Oh, wouldn't they be jealous of me?
You couldn't say I ran away because
After we roam, he'll drive me home
And when they see me Christmas morning
What'll they say with the love of your life
There goes the girl who road with Santa Claus last night

I'd crack the whip if people watched the weather vanes
Or checking on the tank, I'd help him with the bag
Or maybe I could handle the reigns

I'd like to hitch a ride with Santa Cluas
Oh, wouldn't they be jealous of me?
You couldn't say I ran away because
After we roam, he'll drive me home
And when they see me Christmas morning
What'll they say with the love of your life
There goes the girl who road with Santa Claus last night
Last night
Last night
Santa Claus

Sails Of Silver
Composer(s): Tim Hart; Johnson; Rick Kemp; Peter Knight; Nigel Pegrum; Maddy Prior
Performer(s): Steeleye Span



Fair maid in a garden, walking alone
What is it makes her to weep and to moan?
I am as a tall sailing ship out on the sea
Where only long breezes reach out to me

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

Fair maid in a garden, how can it be?
Eyes staring seaward and what does she see?
A mast of the tall rowan tree, ropes of fine silk,
Decks holystoned shining whiter than milk.

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone

And I'll set my sails of silver
And I'll steer towards the sun
And you, false love, will weep for me
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone ...

I Wouldn't Trade Christmas
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Jimmy Van Heusen
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra



I wouldn't trade Christmas, no no, never would I
Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best
I wouldn't trade Christmas, no no, never would I
Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best
It's time for the hollys of fun, and the folly or all of that jolly jazz
The people are glowing, the sand is now howing, each window is showing it has
All the latest in choicing, the daddy invoicing and all that razzle that does
But I wouldn't trade Christmas 
Wouldn't trade Christmas for New Year's Day, Thanksgiving, Holloween and the rest 
Christmas we love you the best
I wouldn't trade, no, no, never would I 
Wouldn't trade Christmas, I love you the best
The traffic gets poky, the turkey gets smoky, and all of that holy stuff
The people are shopping for things they'll be swapping like filigree boxes of snuff
Though you pour the hot toddy, to force everybody, though half of the toddy's enough
I wouldn't trade Christmas 
Wouldn't trade Christmas for Father's Day or Mother's, Valentine, and the rest 
Christmas we love you the best
The jingle fell jingle you feel the old tingle, you buy the first single scene
The idea is clever but subways will never quite handle that huge evergreen
And the old office party, with Stanley and Molly keep drinking until they turn green
But I wouldn't trade Christmas 
Wouldn't trade Christmas for Labor Day, or Easter, Washington and the rest 
Christmas we love you the best

I Won't Decorate Your Christmas Tree
Composer(s): Loretta Lynn; Barbara Cummings;
Bob Cummings; Iva Cummings
Performer(s): Loretta Lynn



Well I wrote to Santa just today 
I told him I don't plan to stay
Cause you've been bad 
Yes, you've been treatin' me wrong
So listen to me here's Christmas cheers 
Because you won't be with me here
I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year

You can stay out there to toast and 
Cheer with all of your friends
Don't hang on me a bein' here 
When you come back again
Your bags are burnt out and your fancy don't shine 
I just won't be a waitin' this time
I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year

Well I won't be here this Christmas Day 
I wouldn't give a present anyway
But have a good time and 
Don't be concerned about me
I'm going back to my mom and dad 
They love me more than you ever had
I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year

You can stay out there...
No I won't decorate your Christmas tree this year

I Wonder As I Wander
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Jo Stafford;
and various other artists



I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die. 
For poor on'ry people like you and like I... 
I wonder as I wander out under the sky 

When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
But high from God's heaven a star's light did fall
And the promise of ages it then did recall

If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky, or a bird on the wing
Or all of God's angels in heav'n for to sing
He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King

Shchedryk
((English Version: Carol Of The Bells (Harry Simeone Chorale) - 1959))
Composer(s): Mikola Leontovich - Peter Wilhousky
Performer(s): Mykola Dmytrovych - 1936



Shchedryk shchedryk, shchedrivochka
pryletila lastivochka
stala sobi shchebetaty
hospodarya vyklykaty
"Vyydy, vyydy, hospodaryu
podyvysya na kosharu
tam ovechky pokotylys’
a yahnychky narodylys’
V tebe tovar ves’ khoroshyy
budesh’ maty mirku hroshey
V tebe tovar ves’ khoroshyy
budesh’ maty mirku hroshey
khoch ne hroshey, to polova
v tebe zhinka chornobrova"
Shchedryk shchedryk, shchedrivochka
pryletila lastivochka

Sailor Boys
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour & Liza Minnelli



My early years were years of joy
My parents taught me that in pride
But then I met a handsome boy
Who took my childhood in his stride

A golden youth of careless whim
Who once upon a summer's day
Persuaded me to lay with him
And stole my innocence away

Sailor boys, I wait beside the harbour gate
I'm here in sunshine and snow
For lonely boys and eager boys
For boys with nowhere to go

I raise my arms to greet you home
To give you shelter
From the wild winds of the sea
Sailor boys, come and sail with me

In attic bedrooms high above
The world of ordinary men
The golden boy and I made love
For love was all that mattered then

There in the hollows of his bed
He took my passion and my pride
And swore by heaven overhead
That he would love me till he died

Sailor boys, I wait beside the harbour gate
I'm here in sunshine and snow
For lonely boys and eager boys
For boys with nowhere to go

I raise my arms to greet you home
To give you shelter
From the wild winds of the sea
Sailor boys, come and sail with me

He disappeared without a trace
Perhaps he ran away to sea
I should have known he couldn't face
The child that grew inside of me

And now I soothe with lullabies
The golden girl he'll never know
She has his bold and restless eyes
But only mine will see her grow

Sailor boys, I wait beside the harbour gate
I'm here in sunshine and snow
For lonely boys and eager boys
For boys with nowhere to go

I raise my arms to greet you home
To give you shelter
From the wild winds of the sea
Sailor boys, come and sail with me

Sailor boys, I wait beside the harbour gate
I'm here in sunshine and snow
For lonely boys and eager boys
For boys with nowhere to go

I raise my arms to greet you home
To give you shelter
From the wild winds of the sea
Sailor boys, come and sail with me