Samba E Amor
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
First release by: Chico Buarque - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists



Eu faç samba e amor até mais tarde
E tenho muito sono de manhã
Escuto a correria da cidade, que arde
E apressa o dia de amanhã

De madrugada a gente ainda se ama
E a fábrica começa a buzinar
O trânsito contorna a nossa cama, reclama
Do nosso eterno espreguiçar

No colo da bem-vinda companheira
No corpo do bendito violão
Eu faço samba e amor a noite inteira
Não tenho a quem prestar satisfação

Eu faço samba e amor até mais tarde
E tenho muito mais o que fazer
Escuto a correria da cidade, que alarde
Será que é tão difícil amanhecer?

Não sei se preguiçoso ou se covarde
Debaixo do meu corbertor de lã
Eu faço samba e amor até mais tarde
E tenho muito sono de manhã

Jesus, Jesus, Rest Your Head



Jesus, Jesus, rest your head
You have got a manger bed
All the evil folk on earth
Sleep in feathers at their birth

(But) Jesus, Jesus, rest your head
You have got a manger bed

Have you heard about our Jesus?
Have you heard about his fate?
How his mother came to the stable
On that Christmas Eve so late?
Winds were blowing
Cows were lowing
Stars were glowing, glowing, glowing

Jesus, Jesus, rest your head
You have got a manger bed

Samba Do Grande Amor
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists


Tinha cá pra mim
Que agora sim
Eu vivia enfim o grande amor
Mentira
Me atirei assim
De trampolim
Fui até o fim um amador

Passava um verão
A água e pão
Dava o meu quinhão pro grande amor
Mentira
Eu botava a mão
No fogo então
Com meu coração de fiador

Hoje eu tenho apenas uma pedra no meu peito
Exijo respeito, não sou mais um sonhador
Chego a mudar de calçada
Quando aparece uma flor
E dou risada do grande amor
Mentira

Fui muito fiel
Comprei anel
Botei no papel o grande amor
Mentira
Reservei hotel
Sarapatel
E lua-de-mel em Salvador

Fui rezar na Sé
Pra São José
Que eu levava fé no grande amor
Mentira
Fiz promessa até
Pra Oxumaré
De subir a pé o Redentor

Hoje eu tenho apenas uma pedra no meu peito
Exijo respeito, não sou mais um sonhador
Chego a mudar de calçada
Quando aparece uma flor
E dou risada do grande amor
Mentira

Jesus Is The Light Of The World
Composer(s): Charlie Daniels
Performer(s): Charlie Daniels



On a clear night, many many years ago
Two weary strangers moving slow
Were looking for a place to stay
But there was no place
Though they traveled many miles
So Mary being great with Child
Lay down on the sweet smelling hay
Then a bright light fell from heaven
As a special star shone bright
And three wise men from a foreign land
Came to worship him that night
And in the clear night you could hear the angels sing
Praises to the newborn King
Jesus is the light of the world

And the angels heralding the Holy Birth
Were singing Peace to men on Earth
Unto you is born a Son
And the shepherds
Though they had their flocks to tend
Journeyed unto Bethlehem
To behold the Holy One

And then the Boy grew up to be a Man
Come to set the captives free
Come to heal the sick and raise the dead
And to cause the blind to see
And the best part is even though
He's gone away
He'll be coming back someday
Jesus is the Light of the world

And the best part is even though
He's gone away
He'll be coming back someday
Jesus is the Light of the world
Jesus is the Light of the world
Jesus is the Light of the world

Samba Do Avião
Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim
First release by: Antônio Carlos Jobim - 1965


Minha alma canta
Vejo o Rio de Janeiro
Estou morrendo de saudade
Rio, teu mar, praias sem fim
Rio, você foi feito pra mim

Cristo Redentor
Braços abertos sobre a Guanabara
Este samba é só porque
Rio, eu gosto de você
A morena vai sambar
Seu corpo todo balançar
Rio de sol, de céu, de mar
Dentro de mais um minuto estaremos no Galeão
Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro
Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro

Cristo Redentor
Braços abertos sobre a Guanabara
Este samba é só porque
Rio, eu gosto de você
A morena vai sambar
Seu corpo todo balançar
Aperte o cinto, vamos chegar
Água brilhando, olha a pista chegando
E vamos nós
Pousar

The Christmas Waltz
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Jule Styne
First release by: Frank Sinatra - 1954
Covered by multiple other artists



Frosted window panes
Candles gleaming inside
Painted cany canes on the the tree
Santa's on his way,
He's filled his slay
With things, things for you and for me

It's the time of year
When the world falls in love
Every song you hear
Seems to say
Merry Christmas
May your new year dreams come true
And this song of mine
In three quarter time
Wishes you and yours
The same thing too

Merry Christmas
May your new year dreams come true
And this song of mine
In three quarter time
Wishes you and yours
The same thing too
Merry Christmas to you

Samba De Uma Nota Só
(English Version: One Note Samba - 1962)
Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim; Newton Mendonça
First release by: João Gilberto - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists


Eis aqui este sambinha
Feito numa nota só
Outras notas vão entrar
Mas a base é uma só
Esta outra é consequência
Do que acabo de dizer
Como eu sou a consequência
Inevitável de você

Quanta gente existe por aí
Que fala tanto 
e não diz nada
Ou quase nada
Já me utilizei de toda a escala
E no final não sobrou nada
Não deu em nada

E voltei prá minha nota
Como eu volto prá você
Vou cantar com a minha nota
Como eu gosto de você
E quem quer todas as notas
Ré mi fá sol la si dó
Fica sempre sem nenhuma
Fique numa nota só

Jésus Bambino
(Adapted from: "4 Marzo 1943" - 1971)
Composer(s): Paola Pallottino; Lucio Dalla; Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Dalida - 1971



Il parait que c'était un bel homme qui venait du large
Sachant comme personne parler d'amour aux femmes
Il offrit à Marie une bague de pacotille
Prit sa jeunesse et repartit sur les vagues

Sans comprendre elle resta dans la chambre d'avril à décembre
Avec sa robe courte de jour en jour plus courte
La fille ne savait pas grand choses des gens et des usages
Elle n'avait connu qu'un homme
L'homme d'un lointain rivage

Elle n'avait que seize ans quand l'enfant vint au monde
De taverne en taverne elle chantait à la ronde
Des refrains de bastringues en croyant que c'était des berceuses
Elle jouait à la Madone elle n'était pas malheureuse

Elle passait comme une ombre dans le faubourg de Rome
Se prenant pour la vierge
Que le ciel lui pardonne
De sa bible il n'est rien resté que l'enfant de la chance
Et que se nom qu'il porte comme une croix immense
Comme un fardeau aussi lourd que le monde posait sur son dos
Ce drôle de nom de baptême
Jésus Bambino
Comme un fardeau aussi lourd que le monde posait sur son dos
Ce drôle de nom de baptême Jésus Bambino

Samba De Orly
Composer(s): Chico Buarque
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
and multiple other artists



Vai meu irmão
Pega esse avião
Você tem razão
De correr assim
Desse frio
Mas beija
O meu Rio de Janeiro
Antes que um aventureiro
Lance mão

Pede perdão
Pela duração Dessa temporada 
Mas não diga nada
Que me viu chorando
E pros da pesada
Diz que eu vou levando
Vê com é que anda
Aquela vida à toa
E se puder me manda
Uma notícia boa

Jesuous Ahatonhia (aka The Huron Indian Carol; 'Twas In The Moon Of Winter Time)
Composer(s): Jean de Brebeuf - Jesse Edgar Middleton



'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round
But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there
The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou
The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you
Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round
But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there
The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou
The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you
Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy
Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria

Samarcanda
Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
First release by: Roberto Vecchioni - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists



C'era una grande festa nella capitale
perché la guerra era finita
I soldati erano tornati tutti a casa e avevano gettato le divise
Per la strada si ballava e si beveva vino
i musicanti suonavano senza interruzione
Era primavera e le donne potevano, dopo tanti anni
riabbracciare i loro uomini 
All'alba furono spenti i falò
e fu proprio allora che tra la folla
per un momento, a un soldato parve di vedere
una donna vestita di nero
che lo guardava con occhi cattivi

Ridere ridere ridere ancora
ora la guerra paura non fa
brucian le divise dentro il fuoco la sera
brucia nella gola vino a sazietà
musica di tamburelli fino all'aurora
il soldato che tutta la notte ballò
vide tra la folla quella nera Signora
vide che cercava lui e si spaventò

"Salvami, salvami grande sovrano
fammi fuggire, fuggire di qua
alla parata lei mi stava vicino
e mi guardava con malignità"
"Dategli, dategli un animale
figlio del lampo, degno di un re
presto, più presto perché possa scappare
dategli la bestia più veloce che c'è"

"Corri cavallo, corri ti prego
fino a Samarcanda io ti guiderò
non ti fermare, vola ti prego
corri come il vento che mi salverò...
oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo
oh oh cavallo, oh oh"

Fiumi poi campi poi l'alba era viola
bianche le torri che infine toccò
ma c'era tra la folla quella nera Signora
e stanco di fuggire la sua testa chinò
"Eri tra la gente nella capitale
so che mi guardavi con malignità
son scappato in mezzo ai grilli e alle cicale
son scappato via ma ti ritrovo qua!"

"Sbagli, ti inganni, ti sbagli soldato
io non ti guardavo con malignità
era solamente uno sguardo stupito
cosa ci facevi l'altro ieri là?
T'aspettavo qui per oggi a Samarcanda
eri lontanissimo due giorni fa
ho temuto che per aspettar la banda
non facessi in tempo ad arrivare qua"

Non è poi così lontano Samarcanda
corri cavallo, corri di là...
ho cantato insieme a te tutta la notte
corri come il vento che ci arriverà
"Oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo, oh oh cavallo
oh oh cavallo, oh oh"

Jesu, Joy Of Man's Desiring
(Adapted from: Jesu Bleibet Meine Freude - 1723)
Composer(s): Johann Sebastian Bach



Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring
Holy wisdom, love most bright

Drawn by Thee our souls aspiring
Soar to uncreated light

Word of God, our flesh that fashioned
With the fire of life impassioned
Striving still to truth unknown
Soaring, dying round Thy throne

Through the way where hope is guiding
Hark, what peaceful music rings

Where the flock in Thee confiding
Drink of joy from deathless springs

Theirs is beauty’s fairest pleasure
Theirs is wisdom’s holiest treasure
Thou dost ever lead Thine own
In the love of joys unknown

Sam, You Made The Pants Too Long
Composer(s): Milton Berle; Sam M. Lewis; Victor Young
Performer(s): Barbra Streisand
and multiple other artists



Trousers dragging, slowly dragging through the street
Yes! I'm walking, but I'm walking without feet!
I'm not finding fault at all
You're too big and I'm too small
But Sam, you promised me both ends would meet

You made the coat and vest fit the best
You made the lining nice and strong
But Sam, you made the pants too long

You made the peak lapel look so swell
So who am I to say you're wrong?
But Sam, you made the pants too long

They got a belt and they got suspenders
So what can they lose?
But what good are belts and suspenders
When the pants are hanging over the shoes

You feel a winter breeze up and down the knees
The belt is where the tie belongs
'Cause Sam, Sam, Sam you made the pants too long!

It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year
Composer(s): Eddie Pola; George Wyle
Performer(s): Andy Williams;
and various other artists



It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you, "Be of good cheer"
It's the most wonderful time of the year

It's the hap-happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings
And glad happy meetings when friends come to call
It's the hap-happiest season of all

There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories
Of Christmases long, long ago

It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistletoe-ing
And hearts will be glowing, when loved ones are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year

Sam The Skull
Composer(s): Harry Hagan
Performer(s): Alastair McDonald



I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog

Well, I roam aroon doon Shettlestoon and they all know me by sight
“It’s the Skull! It’s the Skull!”, you can hear them yell
As they vanish in tae the night
The Polis Station doon oor way has bars on the windy sill
It’s no to keep the prisoners in, it’s to keep oot Sam the Skull
 
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
 
Well, one fine day no so long ago, they all had had their fill
They sent for the R.S.P.C.A. to come and catch the Skull
Theres naebody kin get oot while he's roamin aboot chasin all the weans up the close 
Peein on the stairs scratchin his erse and sittin there pickin his nose
 
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog
 
Well, oot came the men aboot half past ten in their wee blue Escort van
Right roon the back, one had a sack, and the other had a mallet in his hand
I watched them run doon the back of the hoose,
Then I casually strolled tae the van
I jumped in the front and I was off, everything had gone tae plan
 
Ye can hear them say  doon Shettleston way, “Whatever happened to Sam the Skull?
He had claws on his paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a framer’s bull”
You can tell them for me that I’m still running free, never a day is dull
It might sound absurd, but I’m livin’ wi’ a bird in a single end in Maryhill
 
I’m a cat, I’m a cat, I’m a Glasgow cat and my name is Sam the Skull
I’ve got claws on my paws like a crocodile’s jaws, and a heid like a fermers bull
I’m no the kind of cat that sat on a mat or the kind that ye gi’e a hug
I’m the kind of cat that strangles rats, and even the occasional dog

I've Been Looking For Christmas
Composer(s): Kevin Savigar; Patty Smyth
Performer(s): Donny Osmond



Blue and green
Red and White
Broken hearts strung on Christmas lights
Hanging up the mistletoe
If you've got someone to kiss you baby
Don't let them go
I hear the angels sing "Gloria"
Love is the gift He brings

I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets
In the faces passing by
I've been searching for Christmas
Well it's right there in your eyes

Years ago I still believed
In silent night
Oh Christmas tree
I fell behind old memories
I think it's time to gather these
I hear the angels saying
"Home is where the heart is"
This is the gift that I bring

I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets
In the faces passing by
I've been searching for Christmas
Well it's right there in your eyes

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Anywhere but here
It's been cold, so cold, so cold
All this time that you were not here
I hear the children saying "God bless one and all"
These are the gifts they bring

I've been looking for Christmas
On the streets
In the faces passing by
I've been searching for Christmas
Well it's right there in your eyes
Well it's right there in your eyes
Well it's right there in your eyes

Sam Stone
Composer(s): John Prine
Performer(s): John Prine
and multiple other artists



Sam Stone came home to his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knees
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew 'round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back

There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...

Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing when he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples clothes

There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...

Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he playes his last request while the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost it's fun
There was nothing to be done
But to trade his house that he bought on the GI bill
For a flag-draped casket on a local heroe's hill

There'e a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet things never last too long on broken radios, uhm...

It's Christmas, Cha Cha
Composer(s): Carl Finch
Performer(s): Brave Combo



There is a sound in the air
Colored light is everywhere
All the stores- open late
Hurry up! I just can't wait 

Chorus:
It's Christmas, Christmas
Have a merry Christmas
Then please have a 
Happy New Year 

There's a shelf for your cares
Wrap 'em up- store 'em there
Take a break from the heat
Open up to the beat 

Repeat Chorus x2 

Couples sway on the floor
Cha Cha Cha Let's dance some more
It's Christmastime- know what I mean?
Look at life through red and green 

Repeat Chorus x6

Sam
Composer(s): John Farrar; Hank Marvin; Don Black
Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John



I heard that you're on your own now
So am I
I'm living alone now
I was wrong
So were you
What will you do?
Are you glad to be free?
Are you feeling lost just like me?
Longing for company

Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am

I find the days hard to face now
Empty rooms
There's much too much space now
And the nights go so slow
I'm sure you know
Wish I knew what to do
It would be so nice seeing you
And it might help you too

Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
Come around and talk awhile
I need your smile
You need a shoulder
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am
And the door is open wide
Come on inside
Longing to see you
Oh Sam, Sam, you know where I am

Oh Sam, you know where I am
Oh Sam, ooh Sam
You know, you know
You know where I am

It's Christmas Time For Everyone But Me
Composer(s): Dixie Dean; Ray King
Performer(s): Buck Owens



It must be that time again the snow is falling
In the air there's happiness that you can't see
From the little country church the bells are ringing
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
the lights are shining brightly on the tree
It's the season of the cheer
how I wish that you would here
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh everything is nothing dear without you
And it's hard to live with just a memory
For I need your love to give each day a meaning
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me
the lights are shining brightly on the tree
It's the season of the cheer
how I wish that you would here
Oh it's Christmas time for everyone but me