Salomon-Song
Composer(s): Kurt Weill; Bertolt Brecht
First performance by: Lotte Lenya - 1928
Covered by multiple other artists



Ihr saht den weisen Salomon
Ihr wißt, was aus ihm wurd’!
Dem Mann war alles sonnenklar
Er verfluchte die Stunde seiner Geburt
Und sah, daß alles eitel war
Wie groß und weis war Salomon!
Und seht, da war es noch nicht Nacht
Da sah die Welt die Folgen schon
Die Weisheit hatte ihn so weit gebracht 
Beneidenswert, wer frei davon!

Ihr saht die schöne Kleopatra
Ihr wißt, was aus ihr wurd’!
Zwei Kaiser fielen ihr zum Raub
Da hat sie sich zu Tode gehurt
Und welkte hin und wurde Staub
Wie groß und schön war Babylon!
Und seht, da war es noch nicht Nacht
Da sah die Welt die Folgen schon
Die Schönheit hatte sie so weit gebracht 
Beneidenswert, wer frei davon!

Ihr saht den kühnen Cäsar dann
Ihr wißt, was aus ihm wurd’!
Er saß wie ‘n Gott auf ‘nem Altar
Und wurde ermordet, wie ihr erfuhrt
Und zwar, als er am größten war
Wie schrie der laut: "Auch du, mein Sohn!"
Und seht, da war es noch nicht Nacht
Da sah die Welt die Folgen schon
Die Kühnheit hatte ihn so weit gebracht 
Beneidenswert, wer frei davon!

Und jetzt sehr ihr Macheath und mich
Gott weiß, was aus uns wird!
So groß war unsre Leidenschaft
Wo haben wir uns hin verirrt
Daß man ihn jetzt zum Galgen schafft
Da seht ihr unsere Sünde Lohn
Und seht, da ist es noch nicht Nacht
Da sieht die Welt die Folgen schon
Die Leidenschaft hat uns so weit gebracht 
Beneidenswert, wer frei davon!

It Wasn't His Child
Composer(s): Skip Ewing
Performer(s): Trisha Yearwood;
and various other artists



He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child
It wasn't his child

Yet still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy
But it wasn't his child
It wasn't his child

But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him
But he did all could
His son was different from the rest
It wasn't his child
It wasn't his child

And when the boy became a man
He took his father's hand
And soon the world
Would all know why
It wasn't his child
It wasn't his child

But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasn't easy for him
But he did all could
He grew up with his hands in wood
And he died with his hands in wood
He was God's child,
He was God's child

He was her man
She was his wife
And late one night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child
It was God's child

Salomee (With Her Seven Veils)
Composer(s): Jule Styne; Bob Hilliard
Performer(s): Dinah Shore



Stagecoach after stagecoach
Crossed them western trails
Just to see Salomee
Struttin' like a chicken
Ready for the pickin'
Swingin' out and kickin'
With her seven veils

Outlaws mix with sheriffs
No one thinks of jail
When they see Salomee
Movin' kinda gentle
Lookin' Oriental
Out to pay the rental
With her seven veils

Dancin' like the demon
She'll wiggle across the floor
Everybody's screamin'
(More, more, more, Salomee)
(You're a wow)
(More, more, more, Salomee)
(Wiggle once more, then take a bow)

Weak men yell like Tarzan
Strong men bite their nails
When they see Salomee
Swing Scheherezadeee
Hotter than a toddy
Pleasin' everybyody
With her seven veils

(Hey, now bring me water)
(This gal is Satan's daughter)
Red silk veils are flyin' around
One of them veils just flew to the ground

(More, more, more, Salomee)
(You're a wow)
(More, more, more Salomee)
(Wiggle once more, then take a bow)

She may cause a fire
Fill your fire pails
When you see Salomee
Struttin' like a chicken
Ready for the pickin'
Swingin' out and kickin'
With her seven veils

(Hey Salomee!)
Ye-e-s-s-s
(Hey Salomee!)
(Wow!)

She may cause a fire
Fill your fire pails
When you see Salomee
Struttin' like a chicken
Ready for the pickin'
Swingin' out and kickin'
With her se-e-e-e-e-ven veils

Se-e-e-e-e-ven veils

(Wow!)

It Must Be Getting Close To Christmas
Composer(s): C. Bruce; Sammy Cahn; Jimmy Van Heusen
Performer(s): Glen Campbell



When daughter starts to greet you with her warmest grin
And junior's got his room much neater than a pin
And if they fight to hug you each time you walk in
It must be getting close to Christmas

Suddenly your slightest wish is their command
And all at once your favorite things are close at hand
And suddenly Lombardo is their favorite band
It must be getting close to Christmas

Nobody ever makes mention of the weather or season
But you, you just love that attention whatever the reason

All at once the wife is charcoal broiling stakes
Coming up with dishes she'd refuse to make
And your little puppy doesn't bark till you're awake
This paradise is close to sublime
And very close to Christmas time

Salome
Composer(s): H. Weston; J. Turner
Performer(s): Harry Roy



Carry on, carry on 

In Egypt where all the pyramids are
Down our street where lots of dirty kids are
There's a café painted white
Where all the sailors like to go at night

There's a native band, help they play
But the best thing is the cabaret
Expect the suffocation, boltin' up the doors
When they put up the show

(Salome, Salome)
(You should see Salome)
Dancing there with her feet all bare
Every little wriggle makes the boys all stare

(She swings it, she flings it)
(And the sheiks all murmur, "Oh")
While the old sphinx winks and winks and winks
Out there where the sandbags grow

Carry on, carry on 

Salome, she's the idle of the kids
She looks a-like a million dollar saucepan lid
Curtain ring stuck through her nose
And bells upon her pretty little toes

She's a dusky, and though she looks so posh
She'd be a lighter colour if she only had a wash
But every night, there's a big big fight
To see that girl, Salome

Carry on, carry on

Ticki-wicky

Wankee-wankee

Carry on

It Feels Like Christmas
Composer(s): Paul Williams
Performer(s): The Muppets



It's in the singing of a street corner choir
It's going home and getting warm by the fire
It's true, wherever you find love it feels like Christmas

A cup of kindess that we share with another
A sweet reunion with a friend or a brother
In all the places you find love it feels like Christmas

It is the season of the heart
A special time of caring
The ways of love made clear
It is the season of the sprit
The message if we hear it
Is make it last all year

It's in the giving of a gift to another
A pair of mittens that were made by your mother
It's all the ways that we show love that feel like Christmas

A part of childhood we'll always remember
It is the summer of the soul in December
Yes, when you do your best for love it feels like Christmas

It is the season of the heart
A special time of caring
The ways of love made clear
It is the season of the sprit
The message if we hear it
Is make it last all year

It's in the singing of a street corner choir
It's going home and getting warm by the fire
It's true, wherever you find love it feels like Christmas
It's true, wherever you find love it feels like Christmas
It feels like Christmas
It feels like Christmas
It feels like Christmas

Salome
Composer(s): Jimmy Frey; Hubert Hugo; Andy Free
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey



In duizend en één nachten
Van kille noorderwind
In duizend en één nachten
Brandt jij door mijn gedachten
Ten westen van het oosten
Het noorden kwijtgeraakt
Een glas om me te troosten
Een toast op Salome 

Salome
Kom Salome dans
Mijn Salome dans voor mij
Salome
Kom Salome dans
Mijn Salome dans voor mij
Ik droom naar je toe
Naar 't land van mijn vader
Want daar haal jij adem
Daar geurt de lucht zoet
En in 't avondrood
Daar glanzen je haren
Daar zie ik de jaren
Die wegen als lood
Maar laat m'n dromen nu voltooien
Wat nooit is afgeraakt
Nooit afgeraakt
De ogen nat, de lippen droog
Een gelogen vrolijk woord
Zo kusten wij elkaar
Voor de laatste keer 

Salome
Kom Salome dans
Mijn Salome dans voor mij
Salome
Kom Salome dans
Mijn Salome dans voor mij 

Ik droom naar je toe
Naar 't land van mijn vader
Want daar haal jij adem
Daar geurt de lucht zoet
En in 't avondrood
Daar glanzen je haren
Daar zie ik de jaren
Die wegen als lood
Maar achter die fatamorgana
Komt je hart steeds dichterbij, dichterbij
En als de laatste sluier valt
Leg je neer hier aan mijn zij
Maak dan men zinnen vrij 

Salome
Kom Salome dans
Mijn Salome dans voor mij
Salome
Kom Salome dans
Mijn Salome dans voor mij 

It Doesn't Have To Be That Way
Composer(s): Jim Croce
Jim Croce; Articles of Faith; The Ventures



Snowy nights and Christmas lights
Icy window panes
Make me wish that we could be
Together again
And the windy winter avenues
Just don't seem the same
And the Christmas carols sound like blues
But the choir is not to blame
But it doesn't have to be that way
What we had should have never have ended
And I'll be dropping by today
We could easily get it together tonight
It's only right
Crowded stores, the corner Santa Claus
Tinseled afternoons
And the sidewalk bands that play their songs
Slightly out of tune
On the windy winter avenues
There walks a lonely man
And if I told you who he is
I think you'd understand
But it doesn't have to be that way
What we had should have never have ended
And I'll be dropping by today
We could easily get it together tonight
It's only right



Snowy nights and Christmas lights
Icy window panes
Make me wish that we could be
Together again
And the windy winter avenues
Just don't seem the same
And the Christmas carols sound like blues
But the choir is not to blame

Chorus:

But it doesn't have to be that way
What we had should have never have ended
And I'll be dropping by today
We could easily get it together tonight
It's only right

Crowded stores, the corner Santa Claus
Tinseled afternoons
And the sidewalk bands that play their songs
Slightly out of tune
On the windy winter avenues
There walks a lonely man
And if I told you who he is
I think you'd understand

(Repeat Chorus)

Salmo
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Edú Lobo
Performer(s): Chico Buarque; Edú Lobo



Meu corpo está sofrendo
É grande o meu torpor
Eu vou enlanguescendo
Rendo-vos mil graças, meu Senhor

Conturbam-se meus ossos
Meu vulto perde a cor
Minh'alma está confusa
Fustigai-me, meu Senhor

Meu Deus abri-me as portas
Da eterna servidão
Lançai-me vossa cólera
No tempo de Sião

It Came Upon The Midnight Clear
(Adapted from: Study no. 23 - 1850)
Composer(s): Edmund Hamilton Sears; Richard Storrs Willis
Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and multiple other artists



It came upon a midnight clear that glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth to touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth goodwill to men from heav'n all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When the new heav'n and earth shall on the Prince of peace their king
And the whole world send back the song which now the angels sing

Still through the cloven skies they come with peaceful wings unfurled
And still their heavenly music floats o'er all the weary world
Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing
And ever o'er its Babel sounds the blessed angels sing

Yet with the woes of sin and strife the world has suffered long
Beneath the heavenly strain have rolled two thousand years of wrong
And man at war with man hears not the tidings which they bring
O hush the noise ye men of strife and hear the angels sing

O ye, beneath life's crushing load whose forms are bending low
Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow
Look now for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen of old
When with the ever circling years shall come the time foretold
When peace shall over all the earth its ancient splendors fling
And the whole world give back the song which now the angels sing

Salma Ya Salama
(Italian Version: Uomo Di Sabbia)
Composer(s): Jeff Barnel; Jahine Salah
Performer(s): Dalida



Er kam sevara weit in der Sahara
Träumte vom paradies

Von schattigen wegen
Von blumen im regen
Als er seine stadt verliess 
Und er glaubte es zu finden

Salma ya salama
Wo ist da Glück ya salama
Salma ya salama
Ich komm zurück bei salama

Ich komm zurück bei salama
Er zog immer weiter die hoffnug als begleiter
Bis er das wunder sah grosser reichtum wälle
Und der meere welle alles wie zum greifen nah
es war eine lust zu leben

Salma ya salama
Wo ist da Glück ya salama
Salma ya salama
Ich komm zurück bei salama 

Die fata morgana, das spiegelbild seiner träume
Löste sich in Wolken auf was übrigblieb
War sand und wüste und er suchte weiter
Fand den quell der freiheit die für ihn die zukunft war
auf allen seinen wegen

Salma ya salama
Wo ist da Glück ya salama
Salma ya salama 
Ich komm zurück bei salama

Er kam sevara weit in der Sahara
Träumte vom paradies
Von schattigen wegen
Von blumen im regen als er seine stadt verliess 
Und er glaubte es zu finden 

Salma ya salama
Wo ist da Glück ya salama
Salma ya salama 
Ich komm zurück bei salama 

Salma ya salama
Wo ist da Glück ya salama
Salma ya salama 
Ich komm zurück bei salama 

Irish Carol
Composer(s): Bishop Luke Wadding



Christmas Day has come 
Let's prepare for mirth
Which fills the heavens and earth at the amazing birth
Through both the joyous angels in strife and hurry fly
With glory and hosannas 
`All Holy' do they cry
In heaven the Church triumphant adores with all her choirs
The militant on earth with humble faith admires

But why should we rejoice? 
Should we not rather morn
To see the Hope of Nations thus in a stable born?
Where are His crown and scepter
Where is His throne sublime
Where is his train majestic that should the stars outshine?
Is there no sumptuous palace, nor any inn at all
To lodge his heavenly mother but in a filthy stall?

Oh! Cease, ye blessed angels, such clamorous joys to make!
Though midnight silence favors, the shepherds are awake
And you, O glorious star! 
That with new splendor brings
From the remotest parts three learned eastern kings
Turn somewhere else your luster
Your rays elsewhere display
For Herod he may slay the babe and Christ must straight away

If we would then rejoice, let's cancel the old score
And purposing amendment, resolve to sin no more 
For mirth can ne'er content us, without a conscience clear
And thus we'll find true pleasure in all the usual cheer
In dancing, sporting, reveling, with masquerade and drum
So let our Christmas merry be, as Christmas doth become

In Those Twelve Days (aka A New Dial)
(Traditional)



What are they that are but one?
We have one God alone
In heaven above sits on His throne

What are they which are but two?
Two testaments, the old and new
We do acknowledge to be true

What are they which are but three?
Three persons in the Trinity
Which make one God in unity

What are they which are but four
Four sweet Evangelists there are
Christ's birth, life, death which do declare

What are they which are but five?
Five senses, like five kings, maintain
In every man a several reign

What are they which are but six?
Six days to labor is not wrong
For God himself did work so long

What are they which are but seven?
Seven liberal arts hath God sent down
With divine skill man's soul to crown

What are they which are but eight?
Eight Beatitudes are there given
Use them right and go to heaven

What are they which are but nine?
Nine Muses, like the heaven's nine spheres
With sacred tunes entice our ears

What are they which are but ten?
Ten statutes God to Moses gave
Which, kept or broke, do spill or save

What are they which are but eleven?
Eleven thousand virgins did partake
And suffered death for Jesus' sake

What are they which are but twelve?
Twelve are attending on God's son
Twelve make our creed 
The Dial's done

Salma Ya Salama
(Italian Version: Uomo Di Sabbia)
Composer(s): Jeff Barnel; Pierre Delanoé; Jahine Salah
Performer(s): Dalida 
and multiple other artists



Un homme des sables des plaines sans arbres
s'en va de son pays
Au-delà des dunes courir la fortune
Car le paradis pour lui ce n'est qu'un jardin sous la pluie

Salma ya salama je te salue ya salama
Salma ya salama je reviendrai bessalama

Mais l'homme des sables pour faire le voyage
n'a que l'espoir au cœur
Un jour il arrive il touche la rive
Il voit devant lui des fleurs la grande rivière du bonheur

Salma ya salama je te salue ya salama
Salma ya salama je reviendrai bessalama

C'était un mirage Il n'y avait pas de rivière
Et la bonne et riche et douce terre n'était que du sable
Il reprend sa course vers une autre source
Il finira pas trouver le puits de la liberté

Salma ya salama je te salue ya salama
Salma ya salama Salma ya salama
je reviendrai bessalama

Un homme des sables des plaines sans arbres
S'en va de son pays
Au-delà des dunes courir la fortune le seul paradis pour lui
C'était un jardin sous la pluie

Salma ya salama
je te salue ya salama
Salma ya salama je reviendrai bessalama
Salma ya salama
je te salue ya salama
Salma ya salama
je reviendrai bessalama

In The Bleak Midwinter
(Adapted from: Cranham - 1906)
Composer(s): Christina Rossetti
Performer(s): Cliff Richard - 1967
and multiple other artists



In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow
Snow on snow
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago

Our God, heaven cannot hold him
Nor earth sustain
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When he comes to reign
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God almighty
Jesus Christ

Enough for him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay
Enough for him, whom angels
Fall down before
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air
But only his mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Belov'd
With a kiss

What can I give him
Poor as I am
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb
If I were a wise man
I would do my part
Yet what I can I give him
Give my heart

Salma Ya Salama
(Italian Version: Uomo Di Sabbia)
Composer(s): Jeff Barnel; Pierre Delanoé; Jahine Salah
Performer(s): Dalida



Fi ed-donia el kebira
We beladha el ketira
Laffeit laffeit laffeit
Wi lamma nadani hobbi el awalani
Sibt kollo we geit we geit 
We fi hodno itramait 
We ghaneit

Salma ya salama 
Rohna we Geina bel-salama 
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama

Lessa el-hob safi
We lessa el-guaw dafi
We lessa fih amar
We ba'd el-maghareb
Netlamleim fi areb
We yetoul es-sahar es-sahar
We es-samar wel ghona koleina

Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama

Fih shagara goua
Guineina 'aliha 'alama
Ana yamma kont bafakkar fiha
We basaal yama
Ya tara mawgouda
We albi mahfour fiha
Aiwa mawgouda
We albi mahfour fiha 

Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama

Fi ed-donia el kebira
We beladha el ketira
Laffeit laffeit laffeit
Wi lamma nadani hobbi el awalani
Sibt kollo we geit we geit 
We fi hodno itramait 
We ghaneit

Salma ya salama 
Rohna we Geina bel-salama 
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we Geina bel-salama 
Salma ya salama 
Rohna we geina bel-salama 

In Love On Christmas
Composer(s): Rory Bennett; K.C. Hailey; Jo-Jo Hailey
Performer(s): *NSync



Jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Jingle bells jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Christmas time is so special (special special)
When you're kissing me (under the, under the) under the mistletoe
Exchanging loving gifts
Sitting in front of the tree
Me holding you and you holding me
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because Christmas love gives me that feeling
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because everybody should be in love with somebody on Christmas
Last year, Christmas
It happened without us (out us, out us)
I was all mixed up and confused
I didn't know what to do baby (what to do babe)
I never thought I'd feel this way
I always thought that Christmas was a happy day
I always prayed that Santa'd pack love
On his sleigh and send it my way
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because Christmas love gives me that feeling
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because everybody should be in love with somebody on Christmas
What a beautiful time
(Oh what a beautiful time it is) Time it is
A time to open gifts, and play with all the kids
Yes, it's Christmas (Yes, it's Christmas)
Yes, it's Christmas time again (Christmas time again)
Girl I love you (girl I love you baby)
Yes, I love you (yes I love you baby)
It's Christmas time again (oh)
To be in love on Christmas (girl I love you baby, yes I love you baby)
What a beautiful time it is
Happy time to open gifts
Yes now it's Christmas time
And I am yours
And you are mine
Oh when you're kissin' me
Right under my Christmas tree
Baby come close to me
Cuz this is how it should be!
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because Christmas love gives me that feeling
Wishing I pray to be in love on Christmas
Because everybody should be in love with somebody on Christmas
(Grandmamma, with my granddaddy
And my momma and my daddy I'm with you on Christmas)

Sally, Go 'Round The Roses 
(French Version: Rose Parmi Les Roses - 1963)
Composer(s): Zell Sanders; Lona Spector
First release by: The Jaynetts - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists



Sally go round the roses (sally go round the roses)
Sally go round the roses (sally go round the pretty roses)
Hope this place can't hurt you (hope this place can't hurt you)
Roses they can't hurt you (roses they can't hurt you)
Sally don't you go, don't you go downtown
Sally don't you go-o, don't you go downtown
Saddest thing in the whole wide world
Is see your baby with another girl
Sally go round, oh Sally don't you go
Sally don't you go, Don't you go downtown
Oh, don't you go downtown
Saddest thing in the whole wide world
See your baby with another girl
Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the roses)
Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the pretty roses)
They won't tell your secret (they won't tell your secret)
They won't tell your secret, Oh no won't tell your secret
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Sit and cry with the door closed
Sit and cry so no one knows
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Sally baby cry, let your hair hang down
Saddest thing in the whole wide world
See your baby with another girl
Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the roses)
Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the pretty roses)
Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the pretty roses)

Sally go round the roses (Sally go round the pretty roses) 

In Excelsis Gloria
(Traditional)



When Christ was born of Mary free
In Bethlehem in that fair city
Angels sung e'er with mirth and glee
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria

Herdsmen beheld these angels bright
To them appeared with great light
And said, "God's son is born this night"
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria

This King is come to save His kind
In the Scripture as we find
Therefore this song we have in mind
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria

Then, dear Lord, for Thy great grace
Grant us the bliss to see Thy face
Where we may sing to Thy solace
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria
In excelsis gloria

Rose Parmi Les Roses
(Adapted from: Sally, Go 'Round The Roses - 1963)
Composer(s): Zell Sanders; Lona Spector; Jacques Plante 
Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1963



(Elle s'appelle Rose)
Elle s'appelle Rose
(Elle cueille des roses)
Elle cueille des roses
(Roses de septembre)
Ont fleuri sa chambre
(Roses couleur d'ambre)
Roses rouges pour sa chambre

Tu ne sais donc pas
Tu ne sais donc plus
Qu'il ne viendra pas
Qu'il ne viendra plus
Tu attends celui qui t'aimait
Mais qui ne reviendra plus jamais

(Fleurs du jardin)
Ô fleurs du jardin
(Ne lui dites rien)
Ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Non, non, ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Oh non
Elle croit qu'il vient tout à l'heure
Comme avant, la serrer sur son c?ur

(Elle s'appelle Rose)
Elle s'appelle Rose
(Elle cueille des roses)
Elle cueille des roses
(Roses de l'automne)
Roses pour personne
(Roses qui s'étonnent)
Qu'on les cueille pour personne

Tu ne sais donc pas
Tu ne sais donc plus
Qu'il ne viendra pas
Qu'il ne viendra plus
Tu attends celui qui t'aimait
Mais qui ne reviendra plus jamais

(Fleurs du jardin)
Ô fleurs du jardin
(Ne lui dites rien)
Ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Non, non, ne lui dites rien
(Ne lui dites rien)
Oh non
Chaque jour, elle va fleurir
Un amour qui ne veut pas mourir

(Elle s'appelle Rose) 
(Elle s'appelle Rose)
(Elle s'appelle Rose) 
(Elle s'appelle Rose)
(Elle s'appelle Rose)