Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Le Moribond Composer(s): Jacques Brel
First release by: Jacques Brel - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - Seasons In The Sun (The Kingston Trio)
1974 - Päivät Kuin Unta (Fredi)
1999 - Epocas De Sol (Westlife)
2002 - Il Moribondo (Duilio Del Prete)
2005 - Kuoleva (Åttopojat)
2007 - Die Stervende (Herman van den Berg)
Adieu l'Émile je t'aimais bien Adieu l'Émile je t'aimais bien tu sais On a chanté les mêmes vins On a chanté les mêmes filles On a chanté les mêmes chagrins Adieu l'Émile je vais mourir C'est dur de mourir au printemps tu sais Mais je pars aux fleurs la paix dans l'âme Car vu que tu es bon comme du pain blanc Je sais que tu prendras soin de ma femme Je veux qu'on rie Je veux qu'on danse Je veux qu'on s'amuse comme des fous Je veux qu'on rie Je veux qu'on danse Quand c'est qu'on me mettra dans le trou
Adieu Curé je t'aimais bien Adieu Curé je t'aimais bien tu sais On n'était pas du même bord On n'était pas du même chemin Mais on cherchait le même port Adieu Curé je vais mourir C'est dur de mourir au printemps tu sais Mais je pars aux fleurs la paix dans l'âme Car vu que tu étais son confident Je sais que tu prendras soin de ma femme Je veux qu'on rie Je veux qu'on danse Je veux qu'on s'amuse comme des fous Je veux qu'on rie Je veux qu'on danse Quand c'est qu'on me mettra dans le trou
Adieu l'Antoine je t'aimais pas bien Adieu l'Antoine je t'aimais pas bien tu sais J'en crève de crever aujourd'hui Alors que toi tu es bien vivant Et même plus solide que l'ennui Adieu l'Antoine je vais mourir C'est dur de mourir au printemps tu sais Mais je pars aux fleurs la paix dans l'âme Car vu que tu étais son amant Je sais que tu prendras soin de ma femme Je veux qu'on rie Je veux qu'on danse Je veux qu'on s'amuse comme des fous Je veux qu'on rie Je veux qu'on danse Quand c'est qu'on me mettra dans le trou
Adieu ma femme je t'aimais bien Adieu ma femme je t'aimais bien tu sais Mais je prends le train pour le Bon Dieu Je prends le train qui est avant le tien Mais on prend tous le train qu'on peut Adieu ma femme je vais mourir C'est dur de mourir au printemps tu sais Mais je pars aux fleurs les yeux fermés ma femme Car vu que je les ai fermés souvent Je sais que tu prendras soin de mon âme Je veux qu'on rie Je veux qu'on danse Je veux qu'on s'amuse comme des fous Je veux qu'on rie Je veux qu'on danse Quand c'est qu'on me mettra dans le trou
The 12 Days Of Guido Christmas Composer(s): Carmine Famiglietti; Joseph Summa Performer(s): Joseph Summa
Ha Ya Doin Boys
On the first day of Christmas my paesan gave to me A ride in his IROC-Z
On the second day of Christmas my paesan gave to me Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
On the third day of Christmas my paesan gave to me All tree Godfadda's Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
On the fourth day of Christmas my paesan gave to me Four fresh cannolis All tree Godfadda's Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
On the fifth day of Christmas my paesan gave to me Five pinky rings! Four fresh cannolis All tree Godfadda's Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
On the sixth day of Christmas my paesan gave to me Six Sergio Tacchinis Five pinky rings! Four fresh cannolis All tree Godfadda's Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
On the seventh day of Christmas my paesan gave to me Seven Piazza jerseys Six Sergio Tacchinis Five pinky rings! Four fresh cannolis All tree Godfadda's Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
On the eighth day of Christmas my paesan gave to me Eight ha ya doins Seven Piazza jerseys Six Sergio Tacchinis Five pinky rings! Four fresh cannolis All tree Godfadda's Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
On the ninth day of Christmas my paesan gave to me Nine balls-a-grabbing Eight ha ya doins Seven Piazza jerseys Six Sergio Tacchinis Five pinky rings! Four fresh cannolis All tree Godfadda's Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
On the tenth day of Christmas my paesan gave to me Ten hand gestures Nine balls-a-grabbing Eight ha ya doins Seven Piazza jerseys Six Sergio Tacchinis Five pinky rings! Four fresh cannolis All tree Godfadda's Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
On the eleventh day of Christmas my paesan gave to me Eleven Sinatra CDs Ten hand gestures Nine balls-a-grabbing Eight ha ya doins Seven Piazza jerseys Six Sergio Tacchinis Five pinky rings! Four fresh cannolis All tree Godfadda's Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
On the twelfth day of Christmas my paesan gave to me Twelve globs of hair gel Eleven Sinatra CDs Ten hand gestures Nine balls-a-grabbing Eight ha ya doins Seven Piazza jerseys Six Sergio Tacchinis Five pinky rings! Four fresh cannolis All tree Godfadda's Two guinea tees And a ride in his IROC-Z
Season Of The Witch Composer(s): Donovan First release by: Donovan - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window So many different people to be Then it's strange, so strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch Oooh...must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch
When I look over my shoulder What do you think I see Some old guy looking over His shoulder at me And he's strange So strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch Beatniks are out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch
You got to pick up every stitch The rabbit's running in the ditch Beatniks are out to make it rich Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch
When I look out my window What do you think I see And when I look in my window So many different people to be It's strange Sure is strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch The rabbits run in the ditch Oh no, must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch
That Christmas Feeling Composer(s): Johnny Burke; James Van Heusen Performer(s): Perry Como; and various other artists
When the days of December are numbered And the earth begs it's snowflakes to fall That's the time of the year that Christmas is here With peace and goodwill for all
How I love that Christmas feeling How I treasure it's friendly glow See the way a stranger greets you Just as though you'd met him Christmas's ago
Christmas helps you to remember To do what other folks hold dear What a blessed place the world would be If we had the Christmas feeling all year
Christmas helps you to remember To do what other folks hold dear What a blessed place the world would be If we had the Christmas feeling all year
Thank God It's Christmas Composer(s): Brian May; Roger Taylor Performer(s): Queen; and various other artists
Oh my love we've had our share of tears Oh my friend we've had our hopes and fears Oh my friends it's been a long hard year But now it's Christmas Yes it's Christmas Thank God it's Christmas
The moon and stars seem awful cold and bright Let's hope the snow will make this Christmas right My friend the world will share this special night Because it's Christmas Yes it's Christmas Thank God it's Christmas For one night
Thank God it's Christmas yeah Thank God it's Christmas Thank God it's Christmas Can it be Christmas? Let it be Christmas Ev'ry day
Oh my love we've lived in troubled days Oh my friend we have the strangest ways All my friends on this one day of days Thank God it's Christmas Yes it's Christmas Thank God it's Christmas For one day
Thank God it's Christmas Yes it's Christmas Thank God it's Christmas Oooh yeah Thank God it's Christmas Yes yes yes yes it's Christmas Thank God it's Christmas For one day
Searching For A Soldier's Grave Composer(s): Roy Acuff Performer(s): The Louvin Brothers and multiple other artists
You ask me stranger why I made this journey why cross 3 thousand miles of rolling waves like many others my loved one's killed in action so I'm here, I'm searching for his grave Somewhere among these many thousands of Americans who died true and brave that's where I know I'll find him resting so I'm here, I'm searching for his grave Beside each cross mark here all around me I'll lean down and gladly pray a prayer for all of their loved ones back home across the ocean whose heart like mine is buried over here Somewhere among these many thousands of Americans who died true and brave that's where I know I'll find him resting so I'm here, I'm searching for his grave
Tennessee Christmas Composer(s): Amy Grant; Gary Chapman Performer(s): Amy Grant; and various other artists
Come on weatherman Give us a forecast snowy white Can't you hear the prayers Of every childlike heart tonight? Rockies are calling Denver snow falling Somebody said it's four feet deep But it doesn't matter Give me the laughter I'm gonna choose to keep
Another tender Tennessee Christmas The only Christmas for me Where the love circles around us Like the gift around our tree Well I know there's more snow Up in Colorado Than my roof will ever see But a tender Tennessee Christmas Is the only Christmas for me
Every now and then I got a wanderin' urge to see Maybe California Maybe tinsel town's for me There's a parade there We'd have it made there Bring home a tan for New Year's Eve Sure sounds exciting Awfully inviting Still I think I'll gonna keep
Another tender Tennessee Christmas The only Christmas for me Where the love circles around us Like the gift around our tree Well they say in L.A. It's a warm holiday It's the only place to be But a tender Tennessee Christmas Is the only Christmas for me
(Ooooooh, yeah, yeah) (Ohh, you know I wanna be home) (Ooo-oooh)
Well I know there's more snow Up in Colorado Than my roof will ever see But a tender Tennessee Christmas Is the only Christmas for me
A tender Tennessee Christmas Is the only Christmas for me
Searchin' Composer(s): Mike Leiber; Jerry Stoller First release by: The Coasters - 1957 and multiple other artists
Gonna find her, gonna find her
Well searching Yeah I'm gonna searching searching every which a-way, yeah, yeah Oh lord I'm searching my good lord, searching you know honey searching every which away yeah, yeah, yeah But I'm like that Northwest Mountie You know I'll bring her in some day
Gonna find her, gonna find her
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith got nothing, child, on me Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn and ooo Alan B No matter where she's hiding she's gonna see me coming I'm gonna walk right down that street like Bulldog Drummon 'Cause I been searching well searching oh my goodness searching every which a-way But I'm like that Northwest Mountie You know I'll bring her in some day
Gonna find her, gonna find her
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith got nothing, child, on me Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn and ooo Alan B No matter where she's hiding she's gonna see me coming I'm gonna walk right down that street like Bulldog Drummon Aah searching, searching, oh my, my goodness Searching every which a-way But I'm like that Northwest Mountie You know I'll bring her in some day Gonna find her, gonna find her yeah, yeah lord, gonna find her gonna find her
Ten Little Angels (Traditional) Performer(s): Hap Palmer
One glorious Christmas morning Ten angels did appear And each one held an instrument Carefully made by hand First they counted off to ten Playing one by one Then they played together In a joyful Angel Band
There was one, there were two There were three little angels There were four, there were five There were six little angels There were seven, there were eight There were nine little angels Ten little angels in the band
Oh, wasn't that a band, Christmas morning Christmas morning, Christmas morning Wasn't that a band, Christmas morning Ten little angels in the band
Searchin' Composer(s): Freddie Foxxx; Alex Ligertwood; A. Pasqua; David Santana; Carl Solberg Performer(s): Santana
Searchin, Im always searchin Searchin for my beloved Im gonna keep on searchin cause I need your love, yea Listen, my heart is callin Longing to have you near me Please believe me what Im sayin is true Every morning I wake up to you Searchin, searchin, searchin, searchin Every night my thoughts return to calling you Lover, dont keep me waiting You must hear what Im saying Im gonna keep on searchin till I win your love I can almost hear her gentle voice Searchin, searchin, searchin, searchin I can almost hear her smile of light Searchin, searchin, searchin, searchin I can almost feel the love reach out to me
Sylvia's Christmas Song Composer(s): Karl Collan; Zachary Topelius
Och nu ar det jul i min alskade Nord ar det jul i vart hjarta ocksa? Och ljusen de brinna pa ragade bord och barnen i vantan sta Dar borta i taket dar hanger han an der bur, som har fangat min trognaste van och sangen har tystnat i fangelseborg o, vem har ett hjarta for songarens sorg? Och strala, du klaraste stjarna i skyn blicka ned pa min alskade Nord! Och nar du gar bort under himmelens bryn valsigna min fadernejord! I blommande varar pa gyllene strand var finnes ett land som mitt fadernesland? For dig vill jag sjunga on Karlek och var sa lange din Sylvias hjarta slar
Seamos Todos Caballos Composer(s): D.A.R. Performer(s): León Gieco
Hombre crea tu paz y entonces habrá flor hombre róbate la oscuridad y también las guerras que amanecer tan largo estamos viviendo sin pensamientos y el hombre dejo de serlo y el hombre dejo de serlo
Seamos todos caballos y entonces habra paz seamos todos caballos y habra libertad porque los caballos tienen amaneceres blancos porque los caballos son carceleros del campo y el hombre de sus hermanos
Seamos todos caballos y entonces habra flor seamos todos caballos y habra color verde porque los caballos tienen amaneceres blancos porque los caballos son carceleros del campo y el hombre de sus hermanos
Seamos Humanos Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez Performer(s): Chelo
Aquí se nos acaba tristemente aquello que juramos cumplir con nuestro Dios aquí nos despedimos para siempre sabiendo que el olvido se impuso a nuestro amor
No vamos a insultarnos mutuamente ni vamos a decirnos de quién fue la traición no seamos tan vulgares ni tan bajos si vamos a dejarnos que no sea con rencor
Tan siquiera una vez en la vida seamos humanos por respeto al Señor de allá arriba dame tus manos
Abrázame como antes me abrazabas y mírame sonriendo al fin de la ilusión no importa que nos vean enamorados así de apasionados dígamonos adiós
Tan siquiera una vez en la vida seamos humanos por respeto al Señor de allá arriba dame tus manos
All Things Dull And Ugly Composer(s): Eric Idle Performer(s): Monthy Python
All things dull and ugly All creatures short and squat All things rude and nasty The Lord God made the lot Each little snake that poisons Each little wasp that stings He made their brutish venom He made their horrid wings All things sick and cancerous All evil great and small All things foul and dangerous The Lord God made them all Each nasty little hornet Each beastly little squid Who made the spikey urchin Who made the sharks He did All things scabbed and ulcerous All pox both great and small Putrid, foul and gangrenous The Lord God made them all Amen
Non dire no, che ti conosco e lo so cosa pensi non dirmi no os tempos vao foram-se os tempos e agora te calas tu jà nao falas se falo de amor se tens as malas prontas, nao finjas, tudo acabou porque jà nao se ve o teu sorriso ao amanhecer porque jà nao sou mais teu bem-querer se ami sia quando tutto finisce se ami sai come un brivido triste come in un film dalle scene già viste che se ne va oh no! se o amor acaba a ninguem cabe a culpa se o amor acaba nao cabe desculpa agora aperte as minhas maos, sim pra que reste o recordar, sim ananha e non si può chiudere gli occhi e far finta di niente come fai tu quando resti con me e non trovi il coraggio di dirmi che cosa c'è. sarà dentro di me come una notte d'inverno perchè sarà da oggi in poi senza di te sei que me amavas e agora è tao tarde sei que me amavas e agora è saudade non nosso filme o fim serà triste nao quero ver, oh nao! sabes que è chegada a hora das dores dores de quando se acabam os amores agora aperte as minhas maos, sim pra que reste o recordar, sim amanha nao estaras mais aqui
All These Things Composer(s): Naomi Neville First release by: Aaron Neville - 1962
The touch of your lips next to mine Gets me excited, makes me feel fine I've got it bad but that's all right Long as you're near me every night Your love so warm and tender Your thrill is so divine It is all these things that make you mine
If you would leave me, I surely would die When you started to go, I started to cry I've got it bad but that's all right Long as you're near me every night Your love so warm and tender Your thrill is so divine It is all these things that make you mine
If you would leave me, I surely would die When you started to go, I started to cry I've got it bad but that's all right Long as you're near me every night Your love so warm and tender Your thrill is so divine It is all these things that make you mine
Seamans Blues Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Talmadge Tubb Performer(s): Ernest Tubb and multiple other artists
On my way to Italy from the Gulf of Mexico Riding on a tanker, feeling mighty low My good gals behind me, no loving for so long Im going back to Texas, for thats where I belong
Nights are so lonely on the ocean To much time to dream of yesterday If only I could carry out my notion And hit the trail for Texas right away
On my way to Italy from the Gulf of Mexico Riding on a tanker, feeling mighty low My good gals behind me, no loving for so long Im going back to Texas, for thats where I belong
I never thought I was leaving I could get so blue out on the sea But Ill bet you after all this grieving Its that good old Texas soil for me
On my way to Italy from the Gulf of Mexico Riding on a tanker, feeling mighty low My good gals behind me, no loving for so long Im going back to Texas, for thats where I belong
