Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Zilverdraden Tussen Goud Composer(s): P.H. Danks; Jack Hotte; Jean Lahey Performer(s): Jo Vally
Snel vergaan de jonge jaren Met de tijd wordt men dan oud Grijs worden de blonde haren Net als zilver tussen goud Vele vreugde somtijds ook verdriet Bracht ons reeds zo menig jaar Het geluk in 't korte leven Vonden wij nochtans te gaar
Doch voor mij zie ik je altijd weer Eeuwig mooi en eeuwig jong Juist zo lief als toen ik vroeger Om uw jeugdig hartje dong
Grijs worden de blonde haren Zilverdraden tussen goud Kleine rimpeltjes die plooien Reeds uw voorhoofd en uw mond Grijs worden die blonde haren Zilverdraden tussen goud
Joseph And Mary's Boy Composer(s): Don Cook; Keith Whitley Performer(s): Alabama
Out here in the country there's magic in the air It's the middle of December, there's excitement everywhere Everyone's invited, the celebration's planned The gift is just what's in your hearts and not what's in your hands
And who's the one we need to thank, who's the party for Who's the one responsible for all this peace and joy Who deserves the credit for the blessings we enjoy The Preacher said last Sunday it was Joseph and Mary's boy
There were times we didn't think we'd make it through the year The banker tried to take our farm, but somehow we're still here I don't know how our crops survived the drought and too much rain It must have been a miracle, how else could you explain
And who's the one we need to thank, and who's this party for And who's the one responsible for all this peace and joy And who deserves the credit for the blessings we enjoy The Preacher said last Sunday it was Joseph and Mary's boy
The Christ Child born in Bethlehem Joseph and Mary's boy
La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la Everyone's invited, the celebration's planned The gift is just what's in your hearts and not what's in your hands
Samba Saravah (Adapted from: Samba Da Benção - 1963) (Swedish Version: Sylvias Samba - 1969) Composer(s): Baden Powell; Vinicius de Moraes; Francis Lai; Pierre Barouh Performer(s): Pierre Barouh - 1966 and multiple other artists
Être heureux c'est plus ou moins ce qu'on cherche J'aime rire chanter et je n'empêche Pas les gens qui sont bien d'être joyeux Pourtant s'il est une samba sans tristesse C'est un vin qui donne pas l'ivresse Un vin qui ne donne pas l'ivresse Non ce n'est pas la samba que je veux
J'en connais que la chanson incommode D'autres pour qui ce n'est rien qu'une mode D'autres qui en profitent sans l'aimer Moi je l'aime et j'ai parcouru le monde En cherchant ses racines vagabondes C'est la chanson de samba qu'il faut chanter
On m'a dit qu'elle venait de Bahia Qu'elle doit son rythme et sa poésie À des siècles de danses et de douleur Mais quel que soit le sentiment qu'elle exprime Elle est blanche de forme et de rimes Blanche de forme et de rimes Elle est nègre bien nègre dans son coeur
Mais quel que soit le sentiment qu'elle exprime Elle est blanche de forme et de rimes Blanche de forme et de rimes Elle est nègre bien nègre dans son coeur
Mais quel que soit le sentiment qu'elle exprime Elle est blanche de forme et de rimes Blanche de forme et de rimes Elle est nègre bien nègre dans son coeur Elle est nègre bien nègre dans son coeur
Jolly Old Saint Nicholas
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold
Jolly old Saint Nicholas Lean your ear this way! Don't you tell a single soul What I'm going to say Christmas Eve is coming soon Now, you dear old man Whisper what you'll bring to me Tell me if you can
When the clock is striking twelve When I'm fast asleep Down the chimney broad and black With your pack you'll creep All the stockings you will find Hanging in a row Mine will be the shortest one You'll be sure to know
Johnny wants a pair of skates Susy wants a dolly Nellie wants a story book She thinks dolls are folly As for me, my little brain Isn't very bright Choose for me, old Santa Claus What you think is right
Samba Da Benção Composer(s): Baden Powell; Vinicius de Moraes First release by: Vinicius de Moraes & Odette Lara - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1966 - Samba Saravah 1969 - Sylvias Samba
Cantado
É melhor ser alegre que ser triste Alegria é a melhor coisa que existe É assim como a luz no coração
Mas pra fazer um samba com beleza É preciso um bocado de tristeza É preciso um bocado de tristeza Senão, não se faz um samba não
Falado
Senão é como amar uma mulher só linda E daí? Uma mulher tem que ter Qualquer coisa além de beleza Qualquer coisa de triste Qualquer coisa que chora Qualquer coisa que sente saudade Um molejo de amor machucado Uma beleza que vem da tristeza De se saber mulher Feita apenas para amar Para sofrer pelo seu amor E pra ser só perdão
Cantado
Fazer samba não é contar piada E quem faz samba assim não é de nada O bom samba é uma forma de oração Porque o samba é a tristeza que balança E a tristeza tem sempre uma esperança A tristeza tem sempre uma esperança De um dia não ser mais triste não
Ponha um pouco de amor numa cadência E vai ver que ninguém no mundo vence A beleza que tem um samba, não
Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia E se hoje ele é branco na poesia Se hoje ele é branco na poesia Ele é negro demais no coração
Falado
Eu, por exemplo, o capitão do mato Vinicius de Moraes Poeta e diplomata O branco mais preto do Brasil Na linha direta de Xangô, saravá! A bênção, Senhora A maior ialorixá da Bahia Terra de Caymmi e João Gilberto A bênção, Pixinguinha Tu que choraste na flauta Todas as minhas mágoas de amor A bênção, Cartola, a benção, Sinhô A bênção, Ismael Silva Sua bênção, Heitor dos Prazeres A bênção, Nelson Cavaquinho A bênção, Geraldo Pinheiro A bênção, meu bom Cyro Monteiro Você, sobrinho de Nonô A bênção, Noel, sua bênção, Ary A bênção, todos os grandes Sambistas do Brasil Branco, preto, mulato Lindo como a pele macia de Oxum A bênção, maestro Antonio Carlos Jobim Parceiro e amigo querido Que já viajaste tantas canções comigo E ainda há tantas por viajar A bênção, Carlinhos Lyra Parceiro cem por cento Você que une a ação ao sentimento E ao pensamento Feito essa gente que anda por aí Brincando com a vida Cuidado, companheiro! A vida é pra valer E não se engane não, tem uma só Duas mesmo que é bom Ninguém vai me dizer que tem Sem provar muito bem provado Com certidão passada em cartório do céu E assinado embaixo: Deus E com firma reconhecida! A vida não é brincadeira, amigo A vida é arte do encontro Embora haja tanto desencontro pela vida Há sempre uma mulher à sua espera Com os olhos cheios de carinho Ponha um pouco de amor na sua vida Como no seu samba A bênção, a bênção, Baden Powell Amigo novo, parceiro novo Que fizeste este samba comigo A bênção, amigo A bênção, maestro Moacir Santos Não és um só, és tantos como O meu Brasil de todos os santos Inclusive meu São Sebastião Saravá! A bênção, que eu vou partir Eu vou ter que dizer adeus
Cantado
Ponha um pouco de amor numa cadência E vai ver que ninguém no mundo vence A beleza que tem um samba, não
Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia E se hoje ele é branco na poesia Se hoje ele é branco na poesia Ele é negro demais no coração
Jingle, Jingle, Jingle Composer(s): Johnny Marks Performer(s): Burl Ives; and various other artists
Jingle, jingle, jingle You will hear my sleigh bells ring I am old Kris Kringle I'm the King of Jingling
Jingle, jingle, reindeer Through the frosty air they go They are not just plain deer They're the fastest deer I know (Ho! Ho!)
You must believe that on Christmas Eve I won't pass you by I'll dash away in my magic sleigh Flying through the sky
Jingle, jingle, jingle You will hear my sleigh bells ring I am old Kris Kringle I'm the King of Jingling (Ho! Ho!)
For Thy mercy and Thy grace Constant through another year Hear our song of thankfulness Father and Redeemer hear Dark the future; let Thy light Guide us, bright and morning star Fierce our foes and hard the fight Arm us Savior for the war In our weakness and distress Rock of strength be Thou our stay In the pathless wilderness Be our true and living way Keep us faithful; keep us pure Keep us evermore Thine own Help, O help us to endure Fit us for the promised crown
Samba Para Vinicius Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Toquinho Performer(s): Chico Buarque and multiple other artists
Poeta Meu poeta camarada Poeta da pesada Do pagode do perdão Perdoa essa canção improvisada Em tua inspiração De todo o coração Da moça e do violão Do fundo
Poeta Poetinha vagabundo Quem dera todo mundo Fosse assim feito você Que a vida não gosta de esperar A vida é pra valer A vida é pra levar Vinicius, velho, saravá
Jingle Bells (aka The One Horse Open Sleigh - 1857)
Composer(s): James Pierpoint
First release by: Edison Male Quartette - 1898
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1960 - Vive Le Vent (Dalida)
1968 - Ein Kleiner Weisser Schneemann (Roy Black)
1973 - Jingle Bells (Will Tura)
Dashing through the snow On a one-horse open sleigh Over the fields we go Laughing all the way Bells on bob-tail ring making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight Jingle bells, jingle bells jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh A day or two ago I thought I'd take a ride And soon Miss Fanny Bright Was seated by my side The horse was lean and lank Misfortune seemed his lot He got into a drifted bank And we, we got upsot Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle all the way! What fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh A day or two ago the story I must tell I went out on the snow And on my back I fell A gent was riding by In a one-horse open sleigh He laughed as there I sprawling lie But quickly drove away Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle all the way! What fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh Now the ground is white Go it while you're young Take the girls tonight And sing this sleighing song Just get a bob-tailed bay two-forty as his speed Hitch him to an open sleigh And crack! you'll take the lead Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle all the way! What fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh
Samba Mambo Composer(s): Michel Berger Performer(s): France Gall
La samba samba s'en va Quand le mambo mambo est là La samba samba sans toi Je change, je change, je change de pas Tu danses, tu danses dans d'autres bras Je pense, je pense, je pense à toi Immense, immense baraka Tu t'es retournée contre moi
La samba samba s'en va Quand le mambo mambo est là La samba samba sans toi Tu changes, tu changes, peut-être pas
Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la
Tu penches, tu penches vers d'autres voix Tu te balances très loin de moi Immense, immense baraka Je prie, je prie, je prie pour toi
La samba samba s'en va Quand le mambo, mambo est là La samba samba sans toi Je change, je change, je change de pas
Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la
Chacun prend la place de l'autre Et le bonheur des uns fait le malheur des autres
La samba samba s'en va Quand le mambo, mambo est là La samba samba sans toi Tu changes, tu changes, peut-être pas La samba samba s'en va Quand le mambo, mambo est là La samba samba sans toi Tu changes, tu changes, peut-être pas
Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la
Jingle Bell Rock
Composer(s): Jim Boothe; Joe Beal
First release by: Bobby Helms - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square In the frosty air
What a bright time, it's the right time To rock the night away Jingle bell time is a swell time To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet Jingle around the clock Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet That's the jingle bell That's the jingle bell That's the jingle bell rock
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
