Tú Volverás
First performance by: Sergio & Estîbaliz - 1975



Volveras a ser la chica sencilla
que tomo el tren de la vida antes de ser mujer

Volveras, bajate en marcha si puedes
y aunque los años no vuelven
tu volveras, volveras
Toma tu vida y tu mochila

Volveras, aunque vestida de olvido
incluso para el amigo que te enseño a besar

Volveras, siempre es mas corto el camino
y aunque vuelvas de vacio
volveras, volveras
Toma tu vida y tu mochila
vuelve ya

Se que abandonaste tus olivos
tu familia y amigos, por triunfar
pero no te importe si alguien piensa
que has jugado y perdido
vuelve ya

Volveras ahora que el tren se detiene
que ya ha nevado en tus sienes
volveras, volveras
Toma tu vida y tu mochila
vuelve ya

Volveras, volveras
Toma tu vida y tu mochila
Volveras

Please Mr. Postman
French Title: Monsieur Le Facteur
Composer(s): Robert Bateman; Georgia Dobbins;
William Garrett; Freddie Gorman; Brian Holland
Performer(s): The Beatles;
and various other artists



(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mister Postman

Please Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there's a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine

There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Pleas Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me

I've been standin' here waitin' Mister Postman
So patiently
For just a card, or just a letter
Sayin' he's returnin' home to me

(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there's a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine

So many days you passed me by
See the tears standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leavin' me a card or a letter

(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there's a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why's it takin' such a long time

(Why don't you check it and see one more time for me, you gotta)
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see

(C'mon deliver the letter, the sooner the better)
Mister Postman

Small Town
Composer(s): Max Nesbitt; Harry Nesbitt; Morton Fraser
Performer(s): Cyril Grantham



Small town, at long last I’m on my way
Thought of you night and day
Yearn for that new mown hay
Small town I’m on my way home

Big town, my pockets I thought you’d fill
I mention upon a hill
I fell like Jack and Jill
Small town I’m on my way home

I don’t see why
I should keep on hanging around
I’ve stayed so long
In the end it just got me down

Small town you’ve been such a memory
And now I can plainly see
There’s no other place for me
Small town I’m on my way home

Please Mr. Moon Don't Tell On Me
Performer(s): Hartman's Heartbreakers



As I drive into the moon
As I leave my baby behind me
I think of all the love we shared
And I just wanna go back home

Please Mr Moon
Won't you tell her that I love her
And I'll be home just as soon as I can
It's a shame we have to be apart
But for a singer it's the only way to be

When I think of her sweet smile
And all the kindness in her heart
All the love she gives to me
It just makes me wanna cry

Please Mr Moon
Won't you tell her that I love her
And I'll be home just as soon as I can
It's a shame we have to be apart
But for a singer it's the only way to be

Now here I am on the road back home
And I know she'll be waiting for me
With a smile so warm and tender
And a sweet, "Hello my darling"

Please Mr Moon
Won't you tell her that I love her
And I'm on my way back home
And I will give her all my love
Until I have to leave again

Please Mr Moon
Won't you tell her that I love her
And I'll be home just as soon as I can
It's a shame we have to be apart
But for a singer it's the only way to be
But for a singer it's the only way to be
But for a singer it's the only way to be

Madrugada
First performance by: Duarta Mendes - 1975



Dos que morreram sem saber porquê
Dos que teimaram em silêncio e frio
Da força nascida no medo
E a raiva à solta manhã cedo
Fazem-se as margens do meu rio

Das cicatrizes do meu chão antigo
E da memória do meu sangue em fogo
Da escuridão a abrir em cor
Do braço dado e a arma flor
Fazem-se as margens do meu povo

Canta-se a gente que a si mesma se descobre
E acorda vozes arraiais
Canta-se a terra que a si mesma se devolve
Que o canto assim nunca é demais

Em cada veia o sangue espera a vez
Em cada fala se persegue o dia
E assim se aprendem as marés
Assim se cresce e ganha pé
Rompe a canção que não havia

Acordem luzes nos umbrais que a tarde cega
Acordem vozes e arraiais
Cantem despertos na manhã que a noite entrega
Que o canto assim nunca é demais

Cantem marés por essas praias de sargaços
Acordem vozes, arraiais
Corram descalços rente ao cais, abram abraços
Que o canto assim nunca é demais
O canto assim nunca é demais

Please Mr. Johnson
Composer(s): Esther Navarro; R. Spencer
Performer(s): The Cadillacs;
and various other artists



Our pockets are empty
We are broke
We ain't got a dime
To buy a Coke

Can we have some credit
At the candy store?
(Please Mr. Johnson?
Uh-uh, no mo'!)

Wash the windows
We will mop
If you'll give us two
Red lollipops

We'll keep all the alley cats
Out-a the store
(Please Mr. Johnson?
Uh-uh, no mo'!)

Offer our service
Ev'ryday after school
Work for you
Instead of playin' pool

Clean up the store
So Spic and Span
(Please Mr. Johnson
Be a real nice man?)

Do our best
At your command
If you let us work
Behind the candy stand

When you go shoppin'
We will watch the store
(Please Mr. Johnson?
Uh-uh, a-no mo'!)

Offer our service
Ev'ryday after school
Work for you
Instead of playin' pool

Clean up the store
So Spic and Span
(Please Mr. Johnson
Be a real nice man?)

Do our best
At your command
If you let us work
Behind the candy stand

When you go shoppin'
We will watch the store
(Please Mr. Johnson?
Uh-uh, a-no mo'!)

Do our best
At your command
If you let us work
Behind the candy stand

When you go shoppin'
We will watch the store
(Please Mr. Johnson?
Uh-uh, a-no mo'!)

(Please Mr. Johnson?
Uh-uh, a-no more!)

(Please Mr. Johnson?
Uh-uh, I said, no mo'!)

Small Fry
Composer(s): Frank Loesser; Hoagy Carmichael
Performer(s): Bing Crosby, Fred MacMurray, Donald O'Connor
and multiple other artists



Here comes that good for nothin' brat of a boy
He's such a devil I could whip him with joy
He's been carousin' at the burleycue
Just watch me teach him with the sole of my shoe

Small fry, struttin' by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my, put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet

Small fry, dancin' for a penny
Small fry, countin' up how many
My, my, just listen here to me
You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea

You practice peckin' all day long to some old radio song
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, you better listen to your paw
And someday practice the law
And then you'll be a real success

Yes, small fry, you kissed the neighbour's daughter
Small fry, shoulda stay in shallow water
Seems I should take you cross my knee
You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea

You've got your feet all soakin' wet
You'll be the death of me yet
Oh me, oh my, small fry

Please Mr. Gravedigger
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie



There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be Lambeth's finest array
Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz
Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot

And in this little yard, there's a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home

"Ah-choo, excuse me"

Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
And you put it in your pocket

"God, it's pouring down"

Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys
And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket

Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day
Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay
And I was the wicked man who took her life away
Very selfish, Oh God

No, Mr. GD, you won't tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I've started digging holes myself
And this one here's for you

"Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it
Hello missus, thought she'd be a little girl
Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain"

Old-Man Fiddle
First performance by: Pihasoittajat - 1975



The door opens wide – every head turns round to stare
He steps inside with raindrops on his hair
A grey old man with legs a-limping, he finds himself a chair
Then he lifts a fiddle and bow with gentle care
 
And just like sunlight out of the rain, old man fiddle's come to play again
And light this night up into flame
Just his dancing fiddling bow brings to life all sleepy toes
In this old heart till morning glows
 
So kiss the blues goodbye
Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly
Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie
Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try
 
We sang along into the dawn till our cares were just memories
Danced in time to country tunes
In some valley he lives free, where his notes ripen on the trees
Underneath the harvest moon
 
So kiss the blues goodbye
Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly
Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie
Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try
 
In the gentle falling rain, you could still hear the loving sound
That filled the night with memories
And when the skies are turning grey, bring him back here to play again
He'll waken blossoms on the trees
 
So kiss the blues goodbye
Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly
Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie
Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try

Please Love Me Forever
Composer(s): Ollie Blanchard; John Malone
Performer(s): Tommy Edwards;
and various other artists



Please love me forever
Don't forget me ever
Just listen to my plea
Please don't stop loving me

You're in my dreams nightly
Don't take my love lightly
Begging on bended knee
Please don't stop loving me

Oh, when I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord your love I'll keep
If I should die before I wake
I'll come back for you
That's no mistake

Oh, I'll love you forever
Can't forget you ever
Our love was meant to be
Please don't stop loving me

I'll love you forever
Can't forget you ever
Our love was meant to be
Please don't stop loving me

Small Axe
Composer(s): Lee Perry; Bob Marley
First release by: Bob Marley - 1971



Why boasteth thyself
Oh, evil men
Playing smart
And not being clever?
I said, you're working iniquity
To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so)
But the goodness of Jah, Jah
I-dureth for-I-ver

So if you are the big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down

These are the words
Of my master, keep on tellin' me
No weak heart
Shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, fall in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it (... fall in it)

If you are the big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe, sharp and ready
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down

(To cut you down)

(To cut you down)

These are the words
Of my master, tellin' me that
No weak heart
Shall prosper
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall fall in it, uh, bury in it
And whosoever diggeth a pit
Shall bury in it, uh (... bury in it)

If you are the big, big tree
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
If you are the big, big tree, let me tell you that
We are the small axe
Ready to cut you down (well sharp)
To cut you down
Sharpened ...

Please Hurt Me
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin; Carole King
Performer(s): Little Eva; The Crystals



If you gotta hurt somebody, please hurt me 
and if you gotta break a heart, then please break mine 
I won't cry if you deceive me 
I'll take it with a smile 
I know someday you will leave me 
But at least I'll have you for a while 
So darlin', if you gotta hurt somebody, please hurt me 
and if I have to be a plaything, that's what I'll be 
Please hurt me, oh please hurt me 
Come on & please hurt me 
Why don't you please hurt me

Une Chanson C'est Une Lettre
Composer(s): Boris Bergman; André Popp
First performance by: Sophie - 1975



Vois-tu? – La chanson c'est une lettre
Qu'on écrit pour soi et puis qu'on jette 	
Elle ne voit jamais la boîte aux lettres 	
Et pourtant 	
 	 
On a le courage d'y dire: "Je t'aime" 	
Puisque c'est un autre sur la scène 	
Qui vient le crier sans avoir peur 	
Des projecteurs 	
 	 
Une chanson c'est une lettre 	
Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête 	
Une chanson c'est une lettre 	
Que l'on n'envoie... 	
Que l'on n'envoie jamais 	
 	 
Les amours y sont toujours parfaites 	
On a jamais peur d'y être bête 	
Quand le cœur est prêt à se soumettre 	
À un cœur 	
 	 
Il est plus facile de dire: "Je t'aime" 	
À l'alexandrin de son poème 	
L'amour n'est jamais comme sur la scène 	
Dans la vie 	
 	 
Une chanson c'est une lettre 	
Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête 	
Une chanson c'est une lettre 	
Que ne prendra jamais plus le facteur 	
 	 
"Partons tous les deux sur ce navire" 	
Voilà des choses que je ne peux dire 	
Ma gorge se serre et se déchire 	
À l'idée 	
Qu'un jour il faudrait que je t'écrive 	
Ces mots plantés là sur l'autre rive 	
Faute de te faire une missive 	
J'ai chanté 	
 	 
Une chanson c'est une lettre 	
Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête 	
Une chanson c'est une lettre 	
Que ne prendra jamais le facteur 	
 	 
Une chanson c'est une lettre 	
Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête 	
Une chanson c'est une lettre 	
Qui reste en soi 	
Qui se froisse et qui meurt

Please Help The Cause Against Loneliness
Composer(s): Stephen Street Morrissey
Performer(s): Sandie Shaw



Please help the cause against loneliness
Would you like to note my home address
Please help the cause against loneliness
Would you kindly note my inside leg
I don't mind what time you come 'round
If it's the daytime then I might be in bed
I'm so very young, I am so really really young

Please help the cause against loneliness
Would you like a list of my dislikes
There are people with problems
I've known this, I've known this for years
There are paupers and peers who have problems

I don't mind what time you come 'round
If it's the weekend then I have to be dead
I'm so very young, I am so really really young
I'm so young, really really ...
I am so young, I am so young

Smack Dab In The Middle
Composer(s): Jesse Stone
First release by: Charlie Calhoun - 1955
Covered by multiple other artists



Pick me a town
In any clime
Where people like
A rockin time
And stay awake
Both day and night
Till everybody's feelin good an' right

Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, smack dab in the middle, boys now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul

Ten Cadillacs
A diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes
To dress to kill
A ten room house
Some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two

Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
Oh, I wanna be
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, now boys you can see why I wanna be smack dab in the middle 
now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul

One hundred beds
with chorus girls
A street that's paved
with natural pearls
a wagon load
of bonds and stocks
Then open up the door at Fort Knox

Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, now listen boys throw me smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul

That's all right!

A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound

Then throw me
(Smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
(Smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, throw me now, smack dab in the middle right now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul

Alright!

Please Don't Turn Me Away
Composer(s): Roy Buchanan; Billy Price Keystone Rhythm Band
Performer(s): Roy Buchanan



Please don't turn me away
Please let me stay
I'm asking you for just a little bit of your time
I'm asking you to leave the past behind
You don't have to tell me that it was never right
I know that baby
But all I really know right now is that I need you tonight

I need your love at once to stop the rain
To easy my pain
I need the sound of your sweet voice
Baby, to comfort me through my dark and rhythmic night

Please don't turn me away
please let me stay
Don't make me pay for each and every one of my crimes
All I want to do baby, all I want to do is hold you one more time
And if I cannot ever be you lover again
For one more night... for one more night let me be your friend

At Va'ani 
First performance by: Shlomo Artzi - 1975



At olah k'mo hashemesh hayoshevet me'alai
veroshemet bekarniah et yomai
at k'rovah k'mo hageshem al roshi ve'al panai
vehamayim shebefi leta'ami

At va'ani, at va'ani, ken
k'mo barak vera'am, ad katzvei hayam
At va'ani, at va'ani, ken
zeh nishma chazak yoter meha'olam

Shneinu yom valailah sovevim le'lo le'ot
zeh mizeh baim vezeh el zeh shavim
k'mo tziv'ei hakeshet od nikshor ana bachut
venomar lo sh'ma ba'im yamim tovim

At va'ani...
at va'ani...
at va'ani, at va'ani, ken
at va'ani, at va'ani, at va'ani, ken

Please Don't Touch
Composer(s): Heath Robinson
Performer(s): Johnny Kidd;
and various other artists



Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Well there ain't no other woman that makes me feel this way
When she comes up close, well I just ain't a word to say
Please don't touch, I shake so much
Please don't touch, I shake so much

Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Well I get so nervous when I see her eyes that shine
She looks right through me and the chills run down my spine
Please don't touch, I shake so much
Please don't touch, I shake so much

Well I don't know why she got her claws in me
I wanna be a bachelor, fancy free
Running from the preacher, boy what a relief
I'm gonna spend my life shakin' like a leaf
Well remembering the first time her ruby lips brushes my cheek
I opened my mouth but the rest of me just wouldn't speak
Please don't touch, I shake so much
Please don't touch, I shake so much

Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much
Oh baby don't you touch me now...

Slutet Gott, Allting Gott
Composer(s): S. Andersson; Ben Wilson; Judy Lynn
Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog



Den första gång jag mötte dig, en regnig, tråkig dag
Så gjorde du en slät figur, såg trist ut tyckte jag
Sen blev jag kär som aldrig förr, om starten än var sval
Är slutet gott har jag förstått, ja då är allting gott

Nu är du den jag drömmer om och alltid tänker på
Jag vandrar i ett rosigt rus, min hela värld är blå
Att allting skulle ändra sig, det kunde ingen spå
Är slutet gott har jag förstått, ja då är allting gott

Människan spår men ödet rår och man vet aldrig hur
Ibland så går det tokigt till, men ibland så har man tur
Och är man kär så är man där, man kommer aldrig ut
Är slutet gott har jag förstått, ja då är allting gott

Människan spår men ödet rår och man vet aldrig hur
Ibland så går det tokigt till, men ibland så har man tur
Och är man kär så är man där, man kommer aldrig ut
Är slutet gott har jag förstått, ja då är allting gott
Är slutet gott har jag förstått, ja då är allting gott

Please Don't Tell Me How The Story Ends
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson
Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson; 
and various other artists



This could be our last good night together
We may never pass this way again
Just let me enjoy it `til it's over, or forever
Please don't tell me how the story ends

See the way our shadows come together
Softer than your fingers on my skin
Someday these may be all that we remember of each other
Please don't tell me how the story ends

Never's just the echo of forever
Lonesome as a love that might have been
Let me go on lovin' and believing `til it's over
Please don't tell me how the story ends
Please don't tell me how the story ends