Adieu
Composer(s): Jahn Teigen - Herodes Falsk
First performance by: Jahn Teigen & Anita Skorgan - 1982



Si meg, hva betyr adieu? 	
Er det bare trist, no' som sårer deg? 	
Tro meg, vi skal ta adieu 	
Ikke sånn som sist, da jeg gikk fra deg 	
Jeg vil alltid huske deg som en venn 	
Om vi aldri mere ses igjen 	
 	 
Vi har våre minner, de vil aldri dø 	
Nå er tiden inne til å si adieu 	
 	 
Si meg, hva betyr adieu? 	
Kan det ha verdi om alt er forbi? 	
Tro meg, vi skal ta adieu 	
Vise kjærlighet om vi skilles helt 	
Jeg vil alltid huske deg som en venn 	
Om vi aldri mere ses igjen 	
 	 
Vi har våre minner, de vil aldri dø 	
Nå er tiden inne til å si adieu 	
Adieu

Pretty City Lady
Composer(s): Bob McBride
Performer(s): Bob McBride



You're my lovely, pretty city lady
Take my hand and hold it gently like a rose
You are everthing that has a meaning
Like a sunny day with no clouds in the sky
All the gentleness that you believe in
Go with you like the wings of a butterfly

Love is flowin', always growin', baby
Softer than a candle when it glows
You are like the river running through the forest
Giving all you can and you don't ask why
Everything that's beautiful and bright
Go with you like the wings of a butterfly

Lovely, lovely, pretty city lady
Living in the country in your mind
Lying in a field full of flowers
Watching as the bluebird passes by
All the gentleness that you believe in
Go with you like the wings of a butterfly

All the gentleness that you believe in
Go with you like the wings of a butterfly

Soft Summer Breeze
Composer(s): Eddie Heywood - Judy Spencer
Performer(s): Eddie Heywood
and multiple other artists



Soft summer breeze, lazy  old stream
Cotton clouds up high
Boy and girl in love, hearts up to the sky

Whispering trees add to the theme
Gentle lullabye
Boy and girl in love, Christmas in July

Let folks talk about Romeo and Juliet
Kid stuff can't compare
To the day when we first met

All through the years we will recall
Moments sweet like these
How it all began with a soft summer breeze

Pretty Boy Floyd
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Woody Guthrie



If you'll gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
It was Saturday afternoon
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode
There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude
Using vulgar words of language
And his wife she overheard
Pretty Boy grabbed a log chain
And the deputy grabbed a gun
And in the fight that followed
He laid that deputy down

He took to the trees and timbers
And he lived a life of shame
Every crime in Oklahoma was added to his name
Yes, he took to the trees and timbers
On that Canadian River's shore
And Pretty Boy found a welcome
At a many a farmer's door

There's a many a starving farmer
The same old story told
How this outlaw paid their mortgage
And saved their little home
Others tell you 'bout a stranger
That come to beg a meal
And underneath his napkin
Left a thousand dollar bill

It was in Oklahoma City
It was on a Christmas Day
There come a whole car load of groceries
With a letter that did say
You say that I'm an outlaw
You say that I'm a thief
Here's a Christmas dinner
For the families on relief

Now as through this world I ramble
I see lots of funny men
Some will rob you with a Six gun
And some with a fountain pen
But as through your life you travel
As through your life you roam
You won't never see an outlaw
Drive a family from their home

Cours Après Le Temps
Composer(s): Cyril Assous - Michel Jouveaux
First performance by: Svetlana - 1982



Cours après le temps, cours après l'argent
Cours sans t'arrêter si tu veux gagner
Cours après la gloire, va vers la victoire
Cours sans regarder ceux qui sont tombés

(Cours après le temps, cours après l'argent)
Ce jeu doit courir tout le temps, à quoi me servira l'argent?
(Cours sans t'arrêter si tu veux gagner)
Et le temps comme on l'attrapait, si je ne le vois pas passer
(Cours après la gloire, va vers la victoire)
Ce n'est pas très glorieux, la gloire, ça disparaît dans le miroir
(Cours sans regarder ceux qui sont tombés)
Et souvent pour y arriver, tout nos esprit à garder

Cours de cur en cur, cours vers le bonheur
Il y a trop d'amour pour vivre un amour
Cours sans te soucier du mal que tu fais
Il faut être fou pour vivre à genoux

(Cours de cur en cur, cours vers le bonheur)
Je n'ai pas le cur assez fort pour pouvoir battre des records
(Il y a trop d'amour pour vivre un amour)
Et meme s'il est un peu trop grand, un seul amour il sent dedans
(Cours sans te soucier du mal que tu fais)
Je n'ai jamais connu la haine, je ne sais pas faire de la peine
(Il faut être fou pour vivre à genoux)
Et s'il existait d'autre fou, il me donne rendez-vous

Cours après le temps, moi j'ai tout le temps
Au tableau d'honneur, on brûle son cur

La la la la la… la la la la la…
Toi tu veux gagner, moi je vais aimer

(La la la la la… la la la la la…)

Pretty Blue Eyes
Composer(s): Teddy Randazzo; Bob Weinstein
Performer(s): Steve Lawrence & Eydie Gorme;
and various other artists



Thought I was in love before
And then you moved in next door
Pretty blue eyes
Pretty blue eyes

All the guys from the neighbourhood
Keep sayin' you sure look good
With your blue eyes
Pretty blue eyes

Saw you from my window
My heart skipped a beat
Gonna sit by your doorstep
So that I can meet

Pretty blue eyes
Please come out today
So I can tell you what I have to say
That I love you, love you pretty blue eyes

Saw you from my window
My heart skipped a beat
Gonna sit by your doorstep
So that I can meet

Pretty blue eyes
Please come out today
So I can tell you what I have to say
That I love you, love you pretty blue eyes

Pretty blue eyes
Pretty blue eyes
Pretty blue........

Soft Sands
Composer(s): Carroll Coates - Lou Stein
Performer(s): The Chordettes



Now that you're gone
I'm alone on the shore
You're not walking with me
So the song of the sea
Isn't sweet anymore

But the soft soft sands
Are the same soft sands
Where we once had such fun
In the warm summer sunshine

There is the rock
That you dared me to climb
Darling, that was the place
Where we shared an embrace
For the very first time

Yes, the rock still stands
On the soft soft sands
And it's more than my heart can bear

Why do I still dream of that storybook ending
When will my heart ever learn
Why do I sit here pretending
That you will, that you will, that you will return

Time and again, since you told me goodbye
I come back to this spot
'Cause it's all that I got to remember you by
And I run my hands through the soft soft sands
Where you once said you'd always care

Pretty Belinda
Composer(s): Chris Andrews
Performer(s): Chris Andrews



She lived in a boathouse down by the river
Every one called her pretty Belinda
Went to the boathouse down by the river
Just for a look at pretty Belinda
All of my loving wanted to give her
Soon as I saw her pretty Belinda
Lived in a boathouse down by the river
Wanted to have her pretty Belinda
Her eyes are exciting, her hair it looks golden
Her lips were inviting, and my heart she's stolen
Now we're together, me and Belinda
Now and forever, me and Belinda
She lived on a boathouse down by the river
Every one called her pretty Belinda
Went to the boathouse down by the river
Just for a look at pretty Belinda
She lives in a boathouse down by the river
Every one called her pretty Belinda
Went to the boathouse down by the river
Just for a look at pretty Belinda
Now I have wed her, my pretty Belinda
And that's where I send her, my pretty Belinda
She gave her heart and made me a promise
We'll never part, for Belinda is honest
We live in a boathouse down by the river
Every one calls her pretty Belinda
We live in a boathouse down by the river
Me and my wife called pretty Belinda

Bem Bom
Composer(s): Tózé Brito - Pedro Brito - António Pinho
First performance by: Doce - 1982



Hey, hey, hey, hey

Uma da manhã: um toque, um brilho no olhar
Duas da manhã: dois dedos de magia
Às duas por três, quem sabe onde isto irá parar
Quatro da manhã caindo, um luar de lua lindo
Uma gota a mais e o chão ia fugindo

Uma da manhã, hey
Bem bom duas da manhã
Bem bom já três da manhã, hey
Bem bom quatro da manhã

Bem bom cinco da manhã, hey
Bem bom já seis da manhã
Bem bom sete da manhã, hey
Bem bom oito da manhã
Bem bom café da manhã para dois
Sem saber o que virá depois
Bem bom

Cinco da manhã
Ai sim, coração sigo
O bater das seis e meia de loucura
Sete da manhã ouvindo um disco antigo
Hoje é o primeiro dia
Do resto da tua vida
São horas a mais e já não há saída

Uma da manhã, hey
Bem bom duas da manhã
Bem bom já três da manhã, hey
Bem bom quatro da manhã

Bem bom cinco da manhã, hey
Bem bom já seis da manhã
Bem bom sete da manhã, hey
Bem bom oito da manhã
Bem bom café da manhã para dois
Sem saber o que virá depois

Uma da manhã, hey
Bem bom duas da manhã
Bem bom já três da manhã, hey
Bem bom quatro da manhã

Bem bom cinco da manhã, hey
Bem bom já seis da manhã
Bem bom sete da manhã, hey
Bem bom oito da manhã
Bem bom café da manhã para dois
Sem saber o que virá depois
Bem bom, hey

Pretty Ballerina
Performer(s): The Left Banke



I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all

I called her yesterday, it should have been tomorrow
I could not keep the joy that was inside
I asked for her to tell me if she really loved me
Somewhere a mountain is moving
Afraid it's moving without me

I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all 

And when I wake on a dreary Sunday morning
I opened up my eyes to find there's rain
And something deep within said, "go ahead and find her,
Just close your eyes, yeah
Just close your eyes and she'll be there...

She'll be there...

I climb the mountains high
I still love rivers wide
I could do most anything
To be by your side

He's mine, he's mine
My pretty baby, oh yeah
My pretty baby

I tell my lover, I swim the river wide

Soft Blow The Summer Winds
Composer(s): John Phillips
Performer(s): The Journeymen; Town Criers



Lord, we marched them dusty roads
Gettysburg, that day
Jamie, right there by my side, oh Lord
Every step of the way

Soft blow the summer winds
Where Jamie lies
He don't have to fight again
Sally, don't you cry

As we marched them last few miles
Our heads hanging down
Told me `bout his darling bride, oh Lord
Her name was Sally Brown

Soft blow the summer winds
Where Jamie lies
He don't have to fight again
Sally, don't you cry

Yes, I marched beside him, Lord
Gave him water when he was dry
But I could not hide him, Lord
When it came his turn to die

Soft blow the summer winds
Where Jamie lies
He don't have to fight again
Sally, don't you cry

Pretty Baby
Composer(s): Rich Morrison
Performer(s): The Supremes



Pretty, a pretty baby
Pretty, a pretty baby

I got a secret lover
And I don't want any other
He always makes me laugh
Always happy and never said

He's mine, he's mine
My pretty baby, oh yeah
My pretty baby

I found love
My heart stands still
Every time he holds my hand
It gives me a thrill

He's mine, he's mine
My pretty baby, oh yeah
My pretty baby

Pretty, a pretty baby
Pretty, a pretty baby

I climb the mountains high
I still love rivers wide
I could do most anything
To be by your side

He's mine, he's mine
My pretty baby, oh yeah
My pretty baby

I tell my lover, I swim the river wide

Fångad I En Dröm 
Composer(s): Bengt Palmers - Björn Skifs
First performance by: Björn Skifs - 1981



I mitt hus, där händer det att natten är lång
I mitt hus, där känner du nånting är på gång
Och när dagen börjar skymma bjuder oron upp till dans
Du försöker komma undan men du kommer ingen stans

Och fångad i en dröm som inte gör dig fri
Fångad i en dröm, hålls du kvar ändå av din fantasi

Ja, fångad om igen och om du kunde fly
Men fångad i en dröm, blir du kvar ändå tills att dagen gryr
I en dröm, i en dröm

I en tid när världen skall vara full av logik
I en tid när sagor inte längre hör hit
Ser du verkligheten rasa och det isar i din hud
Och du skriker ut din fasa men det kommer inga ljud

Och fångad i en dröm som inte gör dig fri
Fångad i en dröm, hålls du kvar ändå av din fantasi

Ja, fångad om igen och om du kunde fly
Men fångad i en dröm, blir du kvar ändå tills att dagen gryr

Fångad i en dröm som inte gör dig fri
Fångad i en dröm, hålls du kvar ändå av din fantasi
I en dröm, i en dröm
I en dröm, i en dröm

Pretty Baby
Composer(s): Tony Jackson; Gus Kahn; Egbert Van Alstyne
Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Judy Garland;
and various other artists



You ask me why I'm always teasing you
You hate to have me call you Pretty Baby
I really thought that I was pleasing you 
For you're just a baby to me
Your cunning little dimples and your baby stare
Your baby talk and baby walk and curly hair
Your baby smile makes life worth while
You're just as sweet as you can be

Your mother says you were the cutest kid
No wonder, dearie, that I'm wild about you
And all the cunning things you said and did
Why, I love to fondly recall
Ann just like Peter Pan, it seems you'll always be 
The same sweet, cunning, Little Baby dear to me
And that is why I'm sure that I will always love you best of all

Everybody loves a baby that's why I'm in love with you
Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby
And I'd to be your sister, brother, dad and mother too
Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby
Won't you come and let me rock you in my cradle of love
And we'll cuddle all the time
Oh! I want a Lovin' Baby and it might as well be you
Pretty Baby of mine

Soft As The Starlight
Composer(s): Jerome Howard - Joe Lubin
Performer(s): Doris Day; Paul Weston



Soft as the starlight in the sky
Soft as the pillow on which I lie
Warm is the glow from the moon above
Warm is my heart that is filled with love

Love that only you can bring
Love as soft and warm as Spring
My heart knows the reason why
I feel soft as the starlit sky

Dreams become reality
Darling when you're near to me
So I'll dream of you and sigh
Soft as starlight in the sky

Love that only you can bring
Love as soft and warm as Spring
My heart knows the reason why
I feel soft as the starlit sky

Dreams become reality
Darling when you're near to me
So I'll dream of you and sigh
Soft as starlight in the sky

Soft as the starlight in the sky

Jealous
Composer(s): Dick Finch; Jack Little; Tommie Malie
Performer(s): Betty Hutton;
and various other artists



I'm jealous of the moon that shines above
(You're in love and you know it)
Because it smiles upon the one I love
(Even your eyes plainly show it)
I'm jealous of the birdies in the trees
(Jealous of each little thing passing by)
How they always sing the sweetest melodies
(I often wonder why you're jealous)

Jealous of the pretty flowers too
(Who do they remind you of?)
And I miss the kiss they always get from you
(Maybe you're in love)
I'm jealous of the "tick-tock" on the shelf
(I'm wondering why)
Oh baby, I'm so mean
I'm getting jealous of myself

Jealous of the pretty flowers too
(Who do they remind you of?)
And I miss the kiss they always get from you
(Maybe you're in love)
I'm jealous of the "tick-tock" on the shelf
(I'm wondering why)
Oh baby, I'm so mean
I'm getting jealous of myself

Les Pieds Des Missionnaires
Composer(s): Jeanine Deckers
Performer(s): Jeanine Deckers (aka Soeur Sourire)



Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux!
Les pieds des missionnaires
Qui vont planter partout
Le royaume des cieux
Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux!
Les pieds des missionnaires
Sur les chemins du monde
Portant l'amour de Dieu

Avec les pieds, c'est fou tout c'qu'on peut faire
De la danse, du football, du ski, du pédalo
Mais qui chantera les pieds des missionnaires
Allant par monts et vaux

Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux!
Les pieds des missionnaires
Qui vont planter partout
Le royaume des cieux
Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux!
Les pieds des missionnaires
Sur les chemins du monde
Portant l'amour de Dieu

Isaïe, prophète et visionnaire
Ecrivain du très-haut, poète du Seigneur
Un jour exalta les pieds des missionnaires
"Messagers de bonheur"

Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux!
Les pieds des missionnaires
Qui vont planter partout
Le royaume des cieux
Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux!
Les pieds des missionnaires
Sur les chemins du monde
Portant l'amour de Dieu

François, Xavier, Pierre, Paul et Dominique
Porte-parole du Christ, Champions de course à pied
Ont promené leur pointure magnifique
De par le monde entier

Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux!
Les pieds des missionnaires
Qui vont planter partout
Le royaume des cieux
Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux!
Les pieds des missionnaires
Sur les chemins du monde
Portant l'amour de Dieu

Et quand la mort les mènera chez Saint-Pierre
Les pieds par devant, usés, durcis, caleux
On les verra l'éternité entière
Gambader dans les cieux

Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux!
Les pieds des missionnaires
Qui vont planter partout
Le royaume des cieux
Ah qu'ils sont beaux! Ah qu'ils sont beaux!
Les pieds des missionnaires
Sur les chemins du monde
Portant l'amour de Dieu
Portant l'amour de Dieu

Pretty As A Picture
Composer(s): Johnny Anz
Performer(s): Dean Martin



You're as pretty as a picture
In your brand new evening gown
In your eyes I see that starlight of old
With that smile a little bold

What a lovely, lovely picture
You're my treasured work of art
And I'll always keep your picture
Locked in a room in my heart

(You're as pretty as a picture)
(In your brand new evening gown)
(In your eyes I see that starlight of old)
(With that smile a little bold)

What a lovely, lovely picture
You're my treasured work of art
And I'll always keep your picture
Locked in a room in my heart

A Flower
((French Version: Une Fleur (by Jeanine Deckers))
Composer(s): Jeanine Deckers
Performer(s): Jeanine Deckers (aka The Singing Nun)



With a flower on the tip of my
muddy shoes I'm walking toward
the Lord, happily singing
With a flower on the tip of my muddy shoes
I go my way with a light heart
I've picked a flower of hope
Among the budding wheat
Among the adolescents
And winter evenings
I've picked the flower of hope
In the love of the Lord
Toward Him I am advancing
With a heartful of songs
I found along my way
A flower in the sunshine
It chased away
My desperate tears
In my heart
The wealth of a see of eternity
Carries me with the happiness

Pretending
Performer(s): Rudy Vallée



You're just pretending the things that I do
Mean nothing to you, pretending

Pretending with each little kiss
That fills me with bliss, pretending

Don't wanta hurt me by saying "Goodbye"
Who are you fooling by living a lie

You're just pretending and playing a part
That's breaking my heart, pretending

Don't wanta hurt me by saying "Goodbye"
Who are you fooling by living a lie

You're just pretending and playing a part
That's breaking my heart, pretending