Si Nous Mourons
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat



Vous apprendrez un jour mes fils vous apprendrez
Pourquoi nous reposons sous terre
Le livre à moitié lu le chant interrompu
Et la besogne inachevée

Ne pleurez plus mes fils mes fils ne pleurez plus
Le monde entier saura le pourquoi du mensonge
Et de la calomnie le monde entier saura
Nos pleurs et notre peine

Joyeux et vert mes fils mes fils joyeux et vert
Sera le monde au-dessus de nos tombes
Les tueries cesseront la terre fleurira
Dans la paix fraternelle

Travaillez construisez mes fils un monument
À l'amour à la joie à la valeur humaine
Et à la foi que nous avons gardée
Pour vous mes fils mes fils pour vous

Paese
Composer(s): Nicola Di Bari; Emanuele Fragione;
Bernandino Morichelli; Saveiro Pitarresi
Performer(s): Nicola Di Bari



La piu' bella cosa
che la vita ci puo' dare
e' la gioventu' ma piano piano se ne va
hai vent'anni ormai cosa aspetti ancora
hai la tua valigia
e' giunta l'ora di partire
come un grande amico
che di colpo ti abbandona
me ne sono andato
per non ritornare piu'
forse son cambiato ho la mia vita ma
sapessi come mi ritorni in mente
insieme a lei
paese dove si nasce
sei come il primo amore
non ti si puo' scordare
paese son stato ingrato
lei non mangiava
se non ero ritornato
paese lei non capiva
che in fondo in fondo
non si vive solo per amore
no lei non lo sa
paese mio questa e' la verita'
ringraziando il cielo
posso dire e' andata bene
e quella valigia non me la ricordo piu'
ora ho quasi tutto ma se ci penso su
quello che mi manca
resti sempre e solo tu
paese dove si nasce
sei come il primo amore
non ti si puo' scordare
paese son stato ingrato
lei non dormiva
se non ero ritornato
paese lei non capiva
che in fondo in fondo
non si vive solo per amore
no lei non lo sa
paese mio questa e' la verita'

Doin' It The Hard Way
Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen - Johnny Burke
Performer(s): Betty Hutton



At the early age of three
It first occured to me
A girl should always try to improve herself
While the others played with toys
I practiced charm and poise
And finished Dr. Elliot's five foot shell
I exercised each morning
Cold creamed my face each night
Saw my dentist twice a year
Curbed my appetite
And so I modestly admit
It didn't help one single bit!

Some girls can make any man dream
By flashing an innocent gleam
Me, I do and hiccup, curl my upper lip up
Light a roman candle and scream
I have to do it the hard way!

Some girls can wear any old rags
And capture the wolves and the stags
Me, I dress in sables, walk across the tables
Waving three American flags
I have to do it the hard way

Let's say there's a dance
They're playing a waltz
And I want romance
That's when I begin turning sommersalts

Some girls can keep men on their toes
By smiling and throwing a rose
Me, I wrack my noodle, whistle "Yankee Doodle"
Balancing a broom on my nose
Oh Ima telling you why!
I have to do it the hard way
I have to do it the hard way

Suppose there's a park
A boy on a bench
I'm out for a lark
So I make him fall with a monkey wrench

When someone like Hedy Lamarr
Steps into the swankiest bar
All the fellas get up
Light her cigarette up
Me, I'd have to smoke a cigar
And then they call me a car

Dr., is there a chance for me?
Can't you cure this insanity?
I'm tired of tearing up the town being one of the sights
Wearing funny hats trimmed in neon lights
Why must all I always be bettered and scorned
Doin' everything the hard way? 

Padre Of Old San Antone
Composer(s): Tim Spencer
Performer(s): Jim Reeves; Richard O'Brien



I strolled to an old mission garden
And as I was kneeling alone
An arm gently fell on my shoulder
It was the Padre of Old San Antone

We went for a walk in the garden
And as we were talking alone
He told why he came to the mission
To the mission in Old San Antone

Then the chapel bells, they rang
And an angel chorus sang
Mi amor del cielo, my love from the sky
From the sky

Then he kneeled down to pray in the garden
And whispered, mi amor, mi corazón, my love, my heart
Then I knew that his love was an angel
The Padre of Old San Antone

Then the chapel bells, they rang
And an angel chorus sang
Mi amor del cielo
From the sky

Then he kneeled down to pray in the garden
And whispered, mi amor, mi corazon
Then I knew that his love was an angel
The Padre of Old San Antone

Si Nos Dejan
Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez



Si nos dejan
nos vamos a querer toda la vida
si nos dejan
nos vamos a vivir a un mundo nuevo

Yo creo podemos ver
el nuevo amanecer de un nuevo día
yo pienso que tú y yo
podemos ser felices todavía

Si nos dejan
buscamos un rincón cerca del cielo
si nos dejan
hacemos con las nubes terciopelo

Y ahí, juntitos los dos
cerquita de Dios sera lo que soñamos
si nos dejan
te llevo de la mano corazón
y ahí nos vamos, si nos dejan, si nos dejan

Padre Mío
Composer(s): Luis Demetrio
Performer(s): Javier Solís; Julio Jaramillo



Tú que todo lo puedes Padre mío
que eres dueño del mundo e infinito
ayúdame a encontrar un amor bueno
para depositarlo ante tu seno

Tú que has sido el más grande peregrino
permíteme seguir por tu camino
Permíteme sufrir como has sufrido
para poder ser digno de tu cielo

Enséñame a querer como tú quieres
con toda la bondad que tú posees
Y así cuando me mandes el amor que yo te pido
lo voy a hacer feliz con un cariño al tuyo parecido

Enséñame a querer como tú quieres
con toda la bondad que tú posees
Y así cuando me mandes el amor que yo te pido
lo voy a hacer feliz con un cariño al tuyo parecido

Do It To Someone You Love
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall
Performer(s): Tom T. Hall
and multiple other artists



The words I love you come easy 
To the lips of a liar or a fool
If love talking is what you're thinking of 
Then do it to someone you love

Do it to someone you love
Some little things to let them know 
They're all you're thinking of
This day and time a little thing 
You do could mean so much
So do it to someone you love

A smile comes easy to a strange hello 
To someone that you never met
But an old love don't need that smile 
It glows with just a touch
So do it to someone you love

Do it to someone you love... 

Padre
Composer(s): Jacques Larue; Alain Romans; Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Elvis Presley;
and various other artists



Padre, padre
In my grief I turn to you

The day that we wed you blessed us and said
"May heaven bestow you grace"
There in that holy place
We shared our first embrace

Our cottage was small but richer than all
The palaces of a king
All day the birds would sing
Our hearts were full of Spring

Padre, Padre 
What happened to our love so true?
Padre, Padre
In my grief I turn to you

Then she came along and sang him her song
And won him with honeyed lies
She of the golden eyes
Not it's my heart that cries

So I kneel and pray the hours away
And weary my heart has grown
Wond'ring where love has flown
Counting my tears alone

Padre, Padre 
Please tell me where my love can be
Padre, Padre
Pray ... for my love ... and me

Si No Oigo A Mi Corazón
Composer(s): Pedro Aznar
Performer(s): Pedro Aznar



Ah, cuanto tiempo perdido en pensar
que la vida se puede explicar
Con veneno intenté curación
¿por qué confié en mi razón?

Ya en un mar de palabras me ahogué
y fue en vano quererlas creer
Pero al fin el castillo cayó
y adentro sólo estoy yo

Vos ya sabías que todo es parcial
que no hay mapa que enseñe a viajar
que es el alma quien debe cantar
Que sólo un tonto se pone a correr
cuando la lluvia le besa los pies

Sirve el tiempo su mismo licor
que cada año acelera el temor
que en mi copa se amargue el sabor
si no oigo a mi corazón

Paddy McGinty's Goat
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Val Doonican



Mister Patrick McGinty, an Irishman of note
Came into a fortune, so bought himself a goat
Said he, "Sure, of goat's milk I mean to have my fill!"
But when he got his Nanny home, he found it was a Bill

And now all the ladies who live in Killaloo
Are all wearing bustles like their mothers used to do
They each wear a bolster beneath the petticoat
And leave the rest to Providence and Paddy McGinty's goat!

Missis Burke to her daughter said, "Listen, Mary Jane
Now who was the man you were cuddling in the lane?
He'd long wiry whiskers all hanging from his chin"
"Twas only Pat McGinty's goat", she answer'd with a grin

Then she went away from the village in disgrace
She came back with powder and paint upon her face
She'd rings on her fingers, and she wore a sable coat
You bet your life they never came from Paddy McGinty's goat

Little Norah McCarthy the knot was going to tie
She washed all her trousseau and hung it out to dry
Then up came the goat and he saw the bits of white
He chewed up all her falderals, and on her wedding night

"Oh turn out the gas quick!" she shouted out to Pat
For though l'm your bride, sure l'm not worth looking at
I'd got two of ev'rything, I told you when I wrote
But now I've one of nothing, all thro' Paddy McGinty's goat'

Mickey Riley he went to the races t'other day
He won twenty dollars and shouted, "Hip Hooray!!"
He held up the note, shouting "Look what I've got!"
The goat came up and grabbed at it and swallowed all the lot

"He's eaten my banknote," said Mickey, with the hump
They ran for the doctor, he brought a stomach pump
He pumped and he pumped for that twenty dollar note
But all he got was ninepence out of Paddy McGinty's goat

Now old Paddy's Goat had a wonderous appetite
and one day for breakfast he ate some dynamite
A whole box of matches he swallowed all serene 
and then he went and gobbled up a quart of paraffin

He sat by the fireside, he didn't give a hang
swallowed a spark and exploded and exploded with a bang
SO if you go to heaven you can bet a dollar note....
that the Angel with the whiskers on is Paddy McGinty's Goat

The End

Do You Ever Fool Around?
Composer(s): Don Griffin - Jerry Strickland
Performer(s): Joe Stampley; Moe Bandy



If the time and the place was right
Would you meet me some time late at night
And make love like we both need to
Is this something we could do
It takes a lotta nerve to take a chance
It would be worth it for the sweetest romance
Hope we can get together come time
Now here's the question that's on my mind
Do you ever fool around
Could you lay your wings aside
Does an angel ever touch the ground
Do you ever fool around
I know this would be a first time thing
To make love outside your ring
You're not free and you have your doubts
But with this feeling we'll work it out
'Cause there's a need deep inside that's yours
You won't say yes but you won't say no
And no matter how hard you try

You can't hide the want that's in your eyes
Do you ever fool around
Could you lay your wings aside
Does an angel ever touch the ground
Do you ever fool around

Paddlin' Madelin' Home
Composer(s): Harry Woods
Performer(s): Cliff "Ukelele Ike" Edwards;
and various other artists



I love a girl named Madelin'
I know she loves me, too
For ev'ry night the moon is bright
She rides in my canoe

At midnight on the river
I heard her father call
But she don't care and I don't care
If we get back at all

'Cause when I'm paddlin' Madelin' home
Gee! When I'm paddlin' Madelin' home
First I drift with the tide
Then pull for the shore
I hug her and kiss her
And paddle some more

Then I keep paddlin' Madelin' home
Until I find a spot where we're alone
Oh! She never says "No"
So I kiss her and go
Paddlin' Madelin'
Sweet sweet Madelin'
Paddlin' Madelin' home

'Cause when I'm paddlin' Madelin' home
Gee! When I'm paddlin' Madelin' home
First I kiss her a while
And when I get through
I paddle for one mile
And drift back for two

Then I keep paddlin' Madelin' home
Until I find a spot where we're alone
Oh! If she'd only say "Throw your paddles away"
Paddlin' Madelin'
Sweet sweet Madelin'
Paddlin' Madelin' home

Padam ... Padam
Composer(s): Henri Contet; Norbert Glanzberg
Performer(s): Edith Piaf;
and various other artists



Cet air qui m'obsède jour et nuit
Cet air n'est pas né d'aujourd'hui
Il vient d'aussi loin que je viens
Traîné par cent mille musiciens
Un jour cet air me rendra folle
Cent fois j'ai voulu dire pourquoi
Mais il m'a coupé la parole
Il parle toujours avant moi
Et sa voix couvre ma voix 
Padam...padam...padam...
Il arrive en courant derrière moi
Padam...padam...padam...
Il me fait le coup du souviens-toi
Padam...padam...padam...
C'est un air qui me montre du doigt
Et je traîne après moi comme un drôle d'erreur
Cet air qui sait tout par coeur 
Il dit: "Rappelle-toi tes amours
Rappelle-toi puisque c'est ton tour
'y a pas d'raison pour qu'tu n'pleures pas
Avec tes souvenirs sur les bras..."
Et moi je revois ceux qui restent
Mes vingt ans font battre tambour
Je vois s'entrebattre des gestes
Toute la comédie des amours
Sur cet air qui va toujours 
Padam...padam...padam...
Des "je t'aime" de quatorze-juillet
Padam...padam...padam...
Des "toujours" qu'on achète au rabais
Padam...padam...padam...
Des "veux-tu" en voilà par paquets
Et tout ça pour tomber juste au coin d'la rue
Sur l'air qui m'a reconnue 

Écoutez le chahut qu'il me fait 

Comme si tout mon passé défilait 

Faut garder du chagrin pour après
J'en ai tout un solfège sur cet air qui bat...
Qui bat comme un coeur de bois...

Si No Muere El Amor
Composer(s): N. Artime
Performer(s): Raphael



Si no muere el amor
Alguien podra nacer
En un mundo mejor
Y empezar a querer

Si no muere el amor
Dejara de llorar
El poeta al temblar
Por cortar la flor

Si no muere el amor
Lograremos vencer
La injusticia, el dolor
El temor al nacer

Si no muere el amor
Las armas callaran
Mataran al terror
Los odios dormiran

Si no muere el amor
Nadie se humillara
No habra esclavo o señor
La razon triunfara

Si no muere el amor
Nadie mas mentira
Tendremos el valor
De decir la verdad

Si no muere el amor
Ya podremos pensar
Solamente en reir
Sin ganas de gritar

Si nos queda el amor
Podremos avanzar
Arañando la luz
Inventar el lugar

Si no muere el amor
Podremos abrazar
Con un nuevo calor
Y ofrecer amistad

Si nos queda el amor
Sin temor dormiras
No habra un frio sudor
En tu gris despertar

Si nos queda el amor
Nos podremos amar
Cada dia mejor
Sin tener que llorar

Pac-Man Fever
Composer(s): Gary Garcia; Jerry Buckner
Performer(s): Buckner & Garcia



I got a pocket full of quarters, and I'm headed to the arcade
I don't have a lot of money, but I'm bringing ev'rything I made
I've got a callus on my finger, and my shoulder's hurting too
I'm gonna eat them all up, just as soon as they turn blue

Chorus:
'Cause I've got Pac-Man fever
Pac-Man fever
It's driving me crazy
Driving me crazy
I've got Pac-Man fever
Pac-Man fever
I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind
I've got Pac-Man fever
Pac-Man fever
I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind

I've got all the patterns down, up until the ninth key
I've got Speedy on my tail, and I know it's either him or me
So I'm heading out the back door and in the other side
Gonna eat the cherries up and take them all for a ride 

Chorus 

I'm gonna fake it to the left, and move to the right
'Cause Pokey's too slow, and Blinky's out of sight

Now I've got them on the run, and I'm looking for the high score
So it's once around the block, And I'll slide back out the side door
I'm really cookin' now, eating everything in sight
All my money's gone, so I'll be back tomorow night 

'Cause I've got Pac-Man fever
Pac-Man fever
It's driving me crazy
Driving me crazy
I've got Pac-Man fever
Pac-Man fever
I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind
(Repeat)

Don'cha Go 'Way Mad
Composer(s): Jimmy Mundy - Illinois Jacquet - Al Stillman
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald & Sy Oliver
and multiple other artists



I must confess what you say is true
I had a rendezvous with somebody new
It's the only one I ever had
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad

Cheatin' shows and it never goes
You've got a reason to be mad I suppose
He was only just a passing fad
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad

His kind's a dime a dozen
That's not the kind I want
Who'd ever thought your cousin
Would visit there in that restaurant

I understand that you feel upset
What do you say that we forgive and forget
Come and kiss me just to prove your glad
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad

His kind's a dime a dozen
That's not the kind I want
Who'd ever thought your cousin
Would visit there in that restaurant

I understand that you feel upset
What do you say that we forgive and forget
Come and kiss me just to prove your glad
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
Come and kiss me just to prove your glad
Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
Baby, don'cha go 'way mad

Pack Up Your Troubles (In Your Old Kit Bag)
Composer(s): George Asaf; Felix Powell
Performer(s): Spike Jones;
and various other artists



Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
What's the use of worrying
It never was worth while
So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Just pucker up and whistle (Whistle)
(Whistling)
What's the use of worrying
It never was worth while
So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile

Si No Fuera Porque
Composer(s): E. Sobredo
Performer(s): Raphael



Si no fuera porque me tienen que enterrar
Y que dos cipreses negros se comeran mis sueños
Si no fuera porque mi padre siempre llora en los entierros
Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensar en ello

Si no fuera porque alguien me llorara
Eche de menos mi cuerpo y mi manera de mirar
Si no fuera porque, porque mi amante es algo sentimental
Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensarlo mas

Si no fuera porque alguien se acordara
Para decir dios le guarde o el diablo le tendra
Si no fuera porque es tan triste convertirse en recuerdo
Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensar en ello

Si no fuera porque me querran confesar
Para abrirme el cielo de par en par
Si no fuera porque he pecado y no pienso volverme atras
Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensarlo mas

Pack Up Your Sorrows
Composer(s): Richard Fariña; Pauline Marden
Performer(s): Judy Collins;
and various other artists



I've seen King Henry's armor
I've seen ravens who could not fly
Castles surrounded by yew trees
And rooks nests that covered the sky

Spring is in the ground, brown patches
near snow white dungarees
Streched out around the trees
Near budding branches
flowers born
a bearer of enchantment
holding my hand I heard her say
Thank you for a lovely day

The river's running bubbling friend
dream flowers on the rapids
Raising colors everywhere
Life's celebration reaching there
saying this is all I have to give
Won't you come, won't you come
and share the way I live

The snow still hugs the town
and old white sky is still around
People bundled up with cares
and good friends making it somewhere
while birds sing to the gentle grey
Thank you, thank you for a lovely day

Down Our Street
Composer(s): Sammy King
Performer(s): Mike Harding
and multiple other artists



Do you want to hear what the wide world says?
Down our street
Strangers there they end up dead
Down our street
Me mam and dad and the gang of fools
They've all gone out on the booze
There’s skin and whiskers flying loose
Down our street

The Salvation band came round last night
Trying to teach us wrong from right
And when the sisters began to moan
The captain sang in a snuffled tone
He was hit on the head by a big hambone

The landlord never gets his rent
When he calls, we haven't a cent
He says that he won't call again
He'll have the bailiffs round by ten
There'll be lots of houses to let by then

A copper once he hit me dad
Says me dad, “There'll be a funeral, lad”
They took their jackets off to fight one round
And when me dad got off the ground
A copper’s nose was all they found

The tallyman does a belting trade
Everyone's bought but no-one's paid
And when he tries to get his own
He’s dead before he hits the ground
We’re starting a graveyard of our own

When winter comes, it's very cold
We burn the doors 'cos we've got no coal
And when the cupboard it gets bare
They say that tomcat tastes just like hare
The Alsatians all walk round in pairs

The sambone men they never call
With an old pig’s bladder we play ball
If you look out o'er our window sill
If it weren't for the gasworks and the mill
You could see all the way to Cheetham Hill

The schoolboard man came round one day
The kids they upped and ran away
Down the street he chased the lads
And Albert Iggins grabbed his tash
In the canal he made a splash

The bedbugs they're all ten feet tall
They eat the paper off the wall
They bite the women and they thump the men
And if you're not in bed by half past ten
They come downstairs and fetch you then

Down our street
There are married men and women there
Dancing mad in the midnight air
Lots of jawbones missing where
Down our street