Secret Side
Composer(s): Nico
Performer(s): Nico



Without a guide, without a hand
Unwed virgins in the land
Unwed virgins in the land
Tied up on the sand

When there come ships into the land
They'll be awaiting reverence
They'll be awaiting reverence
At their children's hands

Are you not loyal to your pride
Are you not on the secret side?
It's not a crime, a gain to you
Do you not understand?

Without a guide, without a hand
Unwed virgins in the land
Unwed virgins in the land
Tied up on the sand

When there come ships into the land
They'll be awaiting reverence
They'll be awaiting reverence
At their children's hands

Are you not loyal to your pride
Are you not on the secret side?
It's not a crime, a gain to you
Do you not understand?

The Christmas Fancy
Composer(s): Jimmy Keane
Performer(s): Aengus



In fancy my mind wanders back to my youth
And just about this time each year
The snow softly falls and the choir bells ring
To welcome the Christmas time cheer

In a quiet little town by the side of the sea
What happiness Christmas will bring
Where friends rare as diamonds content will be
To dance and to laugh and to sing

It was come into my house, so humble and small
Let's drink a toast to us here
To the twelve days of Christmas we'll drink to them all
And we'll wish for a Happy New Year

Come sit in the parlor how cozy and bright
With the warmth of the old fashioned stove
And its flickering flames and the kerosene light
Makes a warm Christmas feeling of love

Now each year at Christmas I think of it still
No matter where ever I be
In fancy my mind wanders back to my youth
To that snug little spot by the sea

It was come into my house so humble and small
Let's drink a toast to us here
To the twelve days of Christmas we'll drink to them all
And we'll wish for a Happy New Year
To the twelve days of Christmas we'll drink to them all
And we'll wish for a Happy New Year

Amore Mi Manchi
(Adapted from: Honey - 1968)
Composer(s): Bobby Russell; Daniele Pace
Performer(s): Peppino Gagliardi - 1968
Covered by: Bobby Solo - 1968

Titles In Other Languages:
1968 - Tous Les Arbres Sont En Fleurs
1968 - Kære
2003 - Mijn Liefste Ik Mis Je



Le rose già fiorivano
L'inverno era pallido
E se ne andò
Quel giorno io mi ricordo che
Volevo ancora bene a te
Ma ti lasciai

Dapprima non sapevi più
Se vivere o morire
Ma dopo un po
Tornasti ancora a vivere
Perchè nessuno è un angelo
Come sei tu

La nostra casa è piccola
Ma la tenevi in ordine
Solo per me
Vivevi sola e triste ma
Avevi una speranza
Dentro di te

E i mesi ormai passavano
E diventavi pallida
Sempre di più
Finchè quel giorno limpido
Trovasti una lettera
Scritta da me

Amore
Mi manchi
Ma non tornerò
Amore
Mi manchi
Aspetta se vuoi

Un giorno di dicembre ormai
Ormai non mi pensavi più
Quando tornai
Ti vidi intorno all'albero
E sorridesti subito
Vedendo me

Bastava una parola che
Saresti ritornata
In braccio a me
Ma la mattina dopo
Ti dissi questa cosa e poi
Poi me ne andai

Amore
Mi manchi
Ma io non tornerò
Amore
Mi manchi
Non aspettarmi più

Le rose già fiorivano
L'inverno era pallido
E se ne andò
Le rondini mi han detto che
In quella casa piccola
Non ci sei più

E sono io che non so più
Se vivere o morire
Senza di te
Bastava una parola che
Saresti ritornata
In braccio a me

E sono io che non so più
Se vivere o morire
Senza di te
Le rose sono morte ormai
Amore, amore mio
Mi mancherai

The Christmas Dance
Composer(s): Richard Starkey;
Mark Hudson; Jim Cox; Steve Dudas
Performer(s): Ringo Starr



Tonight's the Christmas dance in London town
The lights are up, the snow is falling down
Like ev'ry year, I catch your eye across the floor
But too afraid to do much more

At the Christmas dance
That magic time of year when dreams come true
Yeh, the Christmas dance
The only dance I wanna dance is you
The music's playing, hearts are swaying to the rhythm of romance
At the Christmas dance

I combed my hair and straightened out my tie
This year I'm gonna ask you do or die
And I'll need ev'ry ounce of courage I can find
Feet don't fail me, love be kind

At the Christmas dance
That magic time of year when dreams come true
The Christmas dance
The only dance I wanna dance is you
The music's playing, hearts are swaying to the rhythm of romance
At the Christmas dance

No more searching, love at last (No more searching, love at last)
No more ghosts of Christmas past (No more ghosts of Christmas past)
Under the mistletoe we kissed and danced so slow, Ho!

And when our children ask of the meaning of romance

At the Christmas dance
That magic time of year when dreams come true
At the Christmas dance
The only dance I wanna dance is you
The music's playing, hearts are swaying to the rhythm of romance
At the Christmas dance

(Oh, the Christmas dance)
(Yeah, the Christmas dance)
(Oh, the Christmas dance)
(Yeah, the Christmas dance, yeah)

Merry Christmas
(Yeah, the Christmas dance, yeah)
Merry Christmas, Yeah,
Merry Christmas, Yes! Yeah! Yeah!

At the Christmas dance

Tous Les Arbres Sont En Fleurs
(Adapted from: Honey - 1968)
Composer(s): Bobby Russell; Michel Jourdan
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri - 1968

Titles In Other Languages:
1968 - Amore Mi Manchi
1968 - Kære
2003 - Mijn Liefste Ik Mis Je



Tous les arbres sont en fleurs
Et la forêt a ces couleurs
Que tu aimais
Les pommiers roses sur fond bleu
Ont le parfum des jours heureux
Rien n'a changé
Un peu de neige est restée
La neige que tu enlevais
Je m'en souviens
En m'éveillant je ne voyais
Que le printemps qui grandissait
Dans notre jardin
Tu riais comme un enfant
Tu ne faisais jamais semblant
Lorsque tu riais
Quand tes yeux clairs me regardaient
Tu savais lire à travers moi
Chaque pensée
Tu étais si fort et pourtant
Je te berçais comme un enfant
Quand tu pleurais
Je t'ai fait du mal bien des fois
Pourtant toute ma vie c'est toi
Que j'aimerai
Pierrot je t'aime
Je n'avais que toi
Et tu n'es plus qu'une ombre
Qui dort près de moi

Lorsque je rentrais tard parfois
Tu ne t'endormais pas sans moi
Tu m'attendais
Tu m'as parlé toute une nuit
De ce que serait notre vie
Si je voulais
Un soir d'orage avant Noël
Tu m'as dit qu'il faisait soleil
Et j'y croyais
Je me souviens tu me disais
Qu'on ne se quitterait jamais
Et j'y croyais
Pierre je t'aime
Je n'avais que toi
Et tu n'es plus qu'une ombre
Qui dort près de moi

Pourquoi ces fleurs dans le jardin
Cette nuit bleue illuminée
Par les étoiles
Je sens que le printemps revient
Mais qu'il ne me sert plus à rien
Qu'à me faire mal
Malgré tout malgré le temps
Je te revois rire et courir
A travers champs
Ce fût mon dernier vrai printemps
Tu t'es endormi pour longtemps
Pour trop longtemps
Dans un autre monde très loin
Y a parait-il un jardin
Plus beau qu'ici
Un grand théâtre où mon amour
Joue et continue chaque jour
D'aimer la vie......

The Christmas Child
Performer(s): Graham Kendrick



All the bells are ringing
For the Christmas Child
In the streets the lights are glowing
But there is no knowing
Of the Christmas Child

Oh, let this child be born in your heart
Oh, let this child be born in your heart
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight

Will our wars go on forever
And will peace be never
At Christmastime?
If we keep him in the manger
Then there is no danger
From the Christmas Child

Secret Lovers
Composer(s): David Lewis; Wayne Lewis
Performer(s): Atlantic Starr



(Her)
Here we are, just the two of us togetHer
Takin' this crazy chance to be all alone
We Both know that we should not be togetHer
‘Cause if we’re found out, it could mess up
Both our happy homes

(Him)
I hate to think about us all meetin' up togetHer
‘Cause as soon as I look at you it will show on my face, yeah
Then they’ll know that we’ve been loving each otHer
We can’t let ‘em know, no, no, no
We can’t leave a trace

(Both)
Secret lovers, yeah, that’s what we are
We shouldn't be togetHer
But we can’t let go, no, no
‘Cause we love each otHer so
Ooh…ooh…

(Her)
Sittin’ at home, I do nothin’ all day
But I think about you and hope that you’re okay
Hopin’ you’ll call before anyone gets home
I wait anxiously alone by the phone

(Him)
How could something so wrong be so right
I wish we didn’t have to keep our love out of sight, yeah
Livin' two lives just ain’t easy at all
But we gotta hang on in tHere or fall

(Both)
Secret lovers, yeah, that’s what we are
Tryin’ so hard to hide the way we feel
‘Cause we Both belong to someone else
But we can’t let go
‘Cause what we feel is, oh, so real
So real, so real

(Both)
You and me, are we fair
Is this cruel or do we care
Can they tell what’s in our minds
Maybe they’ve had secret loves all of the time

(Him)
In the middle of makin' love we notice the time
We Both get nervous ‘cause it’s way after nine
(Her)
Even though we hate it, we know it’s time that we go
We gotta be careful so that no one will know

(Both)
Secret lovers, yeah, that’s what we are
Tryin’ so hard to hide the way we feel
‘Cause we Both belong to someone else
But we can’t let go
‘Cause what we feel is, oh, so real
So real, so real

So real, so real

The Christmas Blues
Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; David Holt
Performer(s): Dean Martin



The jingle bells are jingling
The streets are white with snow
The happy crowds are mingling
But there's no one that I know

I'm sure that you'll forgive me
If I don't enthuse
I guess I've got the Christmas blues

I've done my window shopping
There's not a store I've missed
But what's the use of stopping
When there's no one on your list
You'll know the way I'm feeling
When you love and you lose
I guess I've got the Christmas blues

When somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Christmas is a joy of joy
But friends when you're lonely
You'll find that it's only
A thing for little girls and little boys

May all your days be merry
Your seasons full of cheer
But 'til it's January
I'll just go and disappear
Oh Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes
But Santa only brought me the blues
Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues

Oh Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes
But Santa only brought me the blues
Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues

Secret Corrida
Composer(s): John Cale
Performer(s): John Cale



When I find you listening
And I find you seaching
And I find you thinking
I'll be waiting

When I'm lookin' for you
You'll see the difference
You're caught in a web
Your deceit

In the roar of the crowd
Of the work of the picador
Roar of the crowd
From the work of the picador

Blood on sawdust
The door slam shut
Beast of Eden
You can't get enough

I caught you laughing
On the day you left
This subtle difference
That I could sense

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowds
At the work of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowds
At the work of the picador

The train moves on
Through the valley
The whistle carries
A long, long way

To the beast of the mounting
A long time ago
We can still hear
The whistle blow

And the days light comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowd
Of the work of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
And the moon looks down
On the work of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
At the roar of the crowd
On the art of the picador

And the daylight comes
And the streets turn ugly
And the moon smiles down
On the art of the picador

The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)
Composer(s): Ross Bagdasarian
Performer(s): The Chipmunks
and multiple other artists



All right you Chipmunks!
Ready to sing your song?
I'll say we are!
Yeah!
Let's sing it now!
Okay, Simon?
Okay!
Okay, Theodore?
Okay!
Okay, Alvin? Alvin? Alvin!
Okay!!!
Christmas, Christmas time is near
Time for toys and time for cheer
We've been good, but we can't last
Hurry Christmas, hurry fast
Want a plane that loops the loop
Me, I want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
Okay fellas get ready
That was very good, Simon
Naturally
Very good Theodore
Ahhh
Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it
Ah, Alvin, Alvin, Alvin!
Okay
Want a plane that loops the loop
I still want a hula hoop
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
We can hardly stand the wait
Please Christmas, don't be late
Very good, boys
Lets sing it again!
Yeah, lets sing it again!
No, That's enough, lets not overdo it
What do you mean overdo it?
We want to sing it again!
Now wait a minute, boys
Why can't we sing it again?
Alvin, cut that out..
Theodore, just a minute
Simon will you cut that out?
Boys.....

Secret Agent Man
Composer(s): Phil Sloan; Steve Barri
First release by: Johnny Rivers - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



There's a man who lives a life of danger
To everyone he meets, he stays a stranger
With every move he makes
Another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name

Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Don't let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
Or odds are you won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name

Swinging on the Riviera one day
Lying in a Bombay alley next day
Be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow

Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number
And taken away your name 

The Chimney Song
Composer(s): Dennis Amero; Bob Rivers; Brian Silva
Performer(s): Bob Rivers



There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all night long
Well, I waited up for Santa all Christmas night
But he never came and it don't seem right
And there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't make a sound
But I wish you Merry Christmas

There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all week long
Well, the dog keeps barking up the chimney flue
And we don't know what we're going to do
'Cause there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't move around
And it's been a week since Christmas

There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all month long
Well, it's jammed up tight above the fireplace
Now the house smells funny, such a big disgrace
That there's something in the chimney
And it doesn't talk at all
And it's been there since last Christmas

There's something stuck up in the chimney
And I don't know what it is
But it's been there all year long
I'll been waiting up for Santa like I did last year
But my brother says, "He's already here"
And he's stuck up in the chimney
And he doesn't say a word
And he'll be there every Christmas
And we'll have him every Christmas

Secret
Composer(s): Tom Kelly; Rick Nielsen; Billy Steinberg; Robin Zander
Performer(s): Robin Zander



Baby come close
So no one can hear
I want to whisper something whisper something
In your ear
I want to tell you things
That I told no one else
I want to tell you things
From deep inside myself

Ow ow ow cause I have to whisper
Ow ow ow

Can you keep a secret
Locked inside your heart
Can you keep a secret
It's tearing me apart
If I, if I trust in you
Will you give it back to me
Can you keep a secret

What good is a door
If it's always kept shut
What could happen to me
If I open up
I want to tell you things
Beacause I'm surprised girl
I hope you won't be distant
Look in my eyes

Oh, oh, oh come a little closer oh, oh oh

But can you keep a secret
Locked up in your heart
Can you keep a secret
It's tearing me apart
If I give my love to you
Would you give it back to me
Ooh can you keep a secret

(repeat chorus)

Children's Christmas Song
Composer(s): Isabelle Freeman - Harvey Fuqua
Performer(s): Diana Ross & The Supremes



Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell
Ringing out the first Noël
Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear
Spreading word the saviour's here

Humble men kneel down to pray
On this very special day
Wise men bearing gifts of love
Following a star above

No come on kids, I want you to gather around me, unfould your legs on the floor 
And we're gonna tell the story about the first Christmas 
Alright Chico, open your book
Joy, Berry, Terry, everybody open your book and we're gonna sing the song
And when I say Ding and Dong, I want you to say the same with me 
Alright ready? 
Aaha now, open your books 
Good, let's go, yes
Now!

Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell
Ringing out the first Noël
Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear
Spreading word the saviour's here

Humble men kneel down to pray
On this very special day
Wise men bearing gifts of love
Following a star above

Very good, now darlings 
And now we're gonna sing ding dong to all the children around the world
and wish them a very merry Christmas, alright? 
Ready?

Ding dong, ding dong, hear the bell
Ringing out the first Noël
Joyeus chimes ring loud and clear
Spreading word the saviour's here

Humble men kneel down to pray
On this very special day
Wise men bearing gifts of love
Following a star above

Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Merry, merry Christmas everybody!
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong
Ding dong, ding dong

Second Hand Rose
Composer(s): James Hanley; Grant Clarke
Performer(s): Ted Lewis Jazz Band - 1921
and multiple other artists



Father has a business strictly second hand 
Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand 
Stuff in our apartment came from father’s store 
Even clothes I’m wearing someone wore before 
It’s no wonder that I feel abused 
I never get a thing that ain’t been used 
I’m wearing second hand hats 
Second hand clothes 
That’s why they call me 
Second hand Rose 
Even our piano in the parlor 
Daddy bought for ten cents on the dollar 
Second hand pearls 
I’m wearing second hand curls 
I never get a single thing that’s new 
Even Jake, the plumber, he’s a man I adore 
He had the nerve to tell me he’s been married before! 
Everyone knows that I’m just 
Second hand Rose 
From second Avenue! 
From Second Avenue!

The Carol Singers 
Composer(s): Sir William Sterndale Bennett; Charles Haynes



In our village, Christmas time, I says to several mates
"Look 'ere, lads," I says, "Now what about some Waits?"
We gets a carol, lairns it up, and on an evenin' wintry
We muffles up and sallies forth to try it on the Gentry
"Good King Wenceslas looked out," sings we with splendid power
Several neighbours looked out too, to see what all the row were!
We sings forte (sounded like a hundred)
Even in the soft bits 'ow we thundered
Bill, our bass, 'e 'urt 'is face , we thought that it was torn
Yet all agreed there were none like we to 'ail the 'appy morn

Perkins took the treble line (a lovely voice 'e's got)
I were tenor, Bill were bass, and Fred sang all the lot!
'E wandered up and down the scale, but still 'e rather marred it
All cos 'e never knew the words, and so 'e "lah-lah-lahed" it
"Lah-lah-lah-lah looked out" sings 'e with splendid power
Several neighbours looked out, too, to see what all the row were!
We sings forte (sounded like an 'undred)
Even in the soft bits 'ow we thundered
Every verse got worse and worse, and though we all felt worn
Yet all agreed there were none like we to 'ail the 'appy morn

Still we never got no cash, which didn't seem quite just
Seein' we'd stood there for hours, a-singin' fit to bust
Then our policeman, old Bob Bates, comes down, a-scowlin' proper
"Good old Bob", young Perkins cries, "At last we've got a copper!"
Good King Wenceslas looked out, we still kept on recordin'
Bob said "yes, you'll come too, it's seldom I've heard more din"
Then a change came o'er the situation
Bob got nasty and took us to the station
"Look 'ere, Bates, we're Christmas Waits," I says to him with scorn
He said, with a sneer, "Now wait in here and greet the 'appy morn"

Second Hand Dealer
Composer(s): Frank Allen; Mike Pender
Performer(s): The Searchers



A painted jug without a handle
A torn and shabby faded rug
He's a secondhand dealer
Getting deeper into debt
He's a secondhand dealer
And he wants what he can get for nothing

His body's broken like that handle
His clothes are shabby like that rug
He's a secondhand dealer
Dragging rubbish up a stair
He's a secondhand dealer
Breathing heavy 'cause the air costs nothing

Trips on a ?????
Knocks a cuckoo clock onto the floor
Leans on a table
Which collapses and falls right into the door of a cupboard

Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night
Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight
A man in such a poor condition
Can't have so very long to go
For the secondhand dealer life is quickly rushing by
And the secondhand dealer will be glad 'cause he can die for nothing

Gets out a bottle
He's a heavy whiskey-drinkin' man
Walkin' in circles, doesn't see the stairs
He falls and breaks his neck, he's a goner

Secondhand dealer with his eyes so dim that it could be night
Secondhand dealer, it's a pity for he's not a pretty sight

Will anybody mourn his passing
Will they pull down the dirty shop
Of the secondhand dealer, can we say that someone cried?
For the secondhand dealer, he was born and then died for nothing
For nothing, secondhand dealer

The Borning Day
Composer(s): Fred Hellerman; Fran Minkoff
Performer(s): The Brothers Four



Mary and the baby hungry
Yes, we know what hungry be
So we bring them peas and rice
And a little ginger tea
Only pigeon peas and rice
A little ginger tea
Mary thank us with her eyes
She poor the same as we
She poor the same as we

Mary and the baby lonely
Lonely is not good to be
So we sit awhile and chat awhile
To keep them company
Stay awhile makes the baby smile
Pass the time of day
When we see how pleased they be
It make us glad we stay
So glad that we could stay

Mary and the baby weary
Oh, we know what weary be
So we make a bed and pillow for their head
With down from the muhow tree
Only down from the muhow tree
To rest them soft and good
We feel bad this was all we had
We do the best we could
We do the best we could

Mary and the baby rest easy
We go away and let them be
On hush tip toe and voice kept low
We look up and see
Stars of hope shine in the sky
To mark the baby's birth
Seemed to say it's borning day
Of better times on earth
Of better times on earth

Second Week Of Deer Camp
Composer(s): Jim DeCaire; Joe Potila
Performer(s): Da Yoopers; The Deer Hunters; Brian Doherty



Someone: Hey, there goes one!
Someone Else: Hey! You shot my cow! 

It's the second week of deer camp
I got a swollen head
I'm lying with the dustballs
Underneath my bed
An icy breeze is blowing in
Through the tongue and groove
My pants are frozen to the floor
And I'm too sick to move

I didn't do too many
Only 30 cans of beer
It must have been that last shot
That put me under here

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year

I remember playing poker
That weasel must have won
He's wearing my new swampers
And sleeping with my gun
He's snoring like a chainsaw
The camp smells like a dump
Someone's dirty underwear
Is hanging on the pump

Mukku's in the woodbox
Eener's passed out on the stove
His flannel shirt is smoking
I wonder if he knows?

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year

Vito's crawling through the door
I think he got frostbite
He passed out in the outhouse
And he's been there since last night
Goofus stumbles through the door
He says he got a buck
He was coming from the wayside
And he killed it with his truck! 

And Musti cracks a beer and says
"It's time to celebrate!
Goofus got the first buck
Since 1968!" 

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer
The only time we leave the camp
Is when we go for beer
The second week of deer camp
Is the greatest time of year

It's the second week of deer camp
And all the guys are here
We drink, play cards and shoot da bull
But never shoot no deer...

Shipbuilding
Composer(s): Clive Langer; Elvis Costello
First release by: Robert Wyatt - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists



Is it worth it
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you
The boy said 'Dad They're Going To Take Me To Task
But I'll Be Back By Christmas'
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding
With All The Will In The World
Diving For Dear Life
When We Could Be Diving For Pearls