Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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All The World Will Be Jealous Of Me Composer(s): Al Dubin - Ernest R. Ball
I was jealous and hurt When your lips kissed a rose Or your eyes from my own chanced to stray I have tried all in vain Many times to propose Now at last I've found courage to say
Let's suppose that the lips I found kissing a rose Were to tell me to look in your eyes if I'd find there a light that for me only glows More and more would my heart realize
The roses all envy the bloom on your cheek And the sun even envies your smile The birds in the wildwood are stilled when you speak Their songs don't seem half worth the while The light in your eyes makes the bright stars grow pale They're jealous as jealous can be But when one word or sign tells them all you are mine All the world will be jealous of me!
Will It Go Round In Circles Composer(s): Bruce Fisher; Billy Preston Performer(s): Billy Preston; and various other artists
I've got a song, I ain't got no melody I'ma gonna sing it to my friends I've got a song, I ain't got no melody I' ma gonna sing it to my friends
Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
I've got a story, ain't got no moral Let the bad guy win every once in a while I've got a story, ain't got no moral Let the bad guy win every once in a while
Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
I've got a dance, I ain't got no steps, no I'm gonna let the music move me around I've got a dance, I ain't got no steps I'm gonna let the music move me around
Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
I've got a song, I ain't got no melody I'ma gonna sing it to my friends I've got a song, I ain't got no melody I' ma gonna sing it to my friends
Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky Will it go round in circles Will it fly high like a bird up in the sky
All The World Loves Lovers Composer(s): Paddy McAloon Performer(s): Prefab Sprout
All the world loves lovers All the world loves people in love Dont forget it Dont forget it Love whatever the price All the world loves lovers All the world loves people in love Dont forget it - love Dont forget it - love Love whatever the price ... love
You and I wont lose our heads the way some lovers do Saying "this will last forever" when its just a year or two You and I wont be the fools that other lovers are Thinking every silver bottle top potentially a star still
All the world loves lovers All the world loves people in love Dont forget it - love Dont forget it - love Love whatever the price All the world loves lovers All the world loves people in love Dont forget it - love Dont forget it - love Love whatever the price
We wont make the promises that every lover makes Only to find that all weve made are similar mistakes No you and I wont wish for things Like other lovers do But lets cross our hearts and hope to die If none of them come true cause
All the world loves lovers All the world loves people in love Dont forget it - love Dont forget it - love Love whatever the price All the world loves lovers All the world loves people in love Dont forget it - love Dont forget it - love Love whatever the price
All the world loves lovers Love whatever the price All the world loves lovers Love whatever the price All the world loves lovers ... love
Will I Make It Through The Eighties? Composer(s): Julie Brown; Coffy Performer(s): Julie Brown
Time to get up, but I can't move What did I do last night Am I home, are these my clothes I hope my car's alright
At least it's Sundayno, it's Monday I better call in dead Well, I might get by, but I'm so burnt I can't get out of bed
Will I make it through the eighties I-I-I don't know Will I make it through the eighties A-tumbling like a domino Will I make it through the eighties Hope so
Thirty-two steps from here to downstairs I step on a cat, trip over a chair Nothing in the fridge, nothing on TV Well, Sylvia Plath's got nothing on me
Dig through the ashtrays, and light up a butt Sitting here looking like I don't know what Bit off more than my mind could chew Shower or suicide, what do I do
Will I make it through the eighties I-I-I don't know Will I make it through the eighties A-tumbling like a domino Will I make it through the eighties Hope so
Time to grow up, start living right Stop sleeping all day, playing all night Enough is enough, gonna do it or die Is that the phone ringing"Oh, Steve honey, hi A concert tonightyeah, that sounds great But I burned myself out, I can't stay out that late No, I mean it this time, I'm taking it slow Got a backstage passalright, let's go"
Will I make it through the eighties I-I-I don't know Will I make it through the eighties A-tumbling like a domino Will I make it through the eighties Wind me up and watch me go Will I make it through the eighties Hope so
All The World Is A Stage Composer(s): Noddy Holder - Jim Lea Performer(s): Slade
You are the eyes of the reader I am the hand of the writer Together we can fill up a page You are the ears of the listener I am the voice of the picture Together we can act out the age
All the world is a stage, all the people are players Turn on the spotlight it's yours All the world is a stage, all the people are players Ring up the curtain Applause one thing's for certain, it's yours!
You are the sense of occasion Mine is a standing ovation Your pleasure is only at your command You are to set the example I am the one to portray it To measure the storm that follows the calm
All the world is a stage, all the people are players Turn on the spotlight it's yours All the world is a stage, all the people are players Ring up the curtain Applause one thing's for certain, it's yours!
You are the eyes of the reader I am the hand of the writer Together we can fill up a page You are the brain of the thinker I am the fave of expression Together we can act out the age
All the world is a stage, all the people are players Turn on the spotlight it's yours All the world is a stage, all the people are players Ring up the curtain Applause one thing's for certain, it's yours!
The start and end to every story is the same But what comes in between you have yourself to blame It makes no difference at all Just pick yourself when you fall So ring up the certain - applause
Wildwood Weed Composer(s): Don Bowman; Jim Stafford Performer(s): Jim Stafford; The New Lost City Ramblers; Phish
The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm And we never knowed what it was called Some said it was a flower and some said it was weed I never gave it much thought ...... One day I was out there talking to my brother Reached down for a weed to chew on Things got fuzzy and things got blurry And then everything was gone! Didn't know what happened But I knew it beat the hell out of sniffin' burlap
I come to and my brother was there And he said, What's wrong with your eyes? I said, I don't know, I was chewing on a weed He said, Let me give it a try We spent the rest of that day and most of that night Trying to find my brother, Bill Caught up with him, 'bout six o'clock the next morning Naked, swinging on the wind mill! He said he flew up there I had to fly up there and bring him down He was about half crazy .....
The very next day we picked a bunch of them weeds And put 'em in the sun to dry Then we mashed 'em up and chopped 'em up And put 'em in the corncob pipe Smokin' that wildwood flower got to be a habit We didn't see no harm We thought it was kind of handy Take a trip and never leave the farm!
All good things gotta come to an end And it's the same with the wildwood weed One day this feller from Washington came by And he spied and turned white as a sheet Then they dug and they burned And they burned and they dug And they killed all our cute little weeds Then they drove away We just smiled and waved .......... Sittin' there on that sack of seeds!
All The Will In The World Composer(s): Robert Palmer Performer(s): Robert Palmer
All the will in the world All the will in the world All the will in the world Do it All the will in the world All the will in the world Start with intoductions, something in her glance Sets your heart aflutter Makes you want to take a chance Maybe she's the right one, like the only girl in all the world
All the will in the world
When you meet that someone, try with alll your might Don't give up so easy, love is really worth the fight Tenderness and passion Keep romance alive around the world
Give the girl a little love and understanding You get going when the going gets tough Keep it up now or love will leave you standing Keep loving cos you'll never get enough
Keep fighting for your true love With the best will in the world Reach out for the stars above With the best will in the world
Lovers' expectations reach out to the stars Everything they dreamt of right there in each others arms They've just got to make it yeah With all the will in all the world All the will in the world
After all you've been through, since you got this far Now the dust has settled, have you really won her heart? How do you compare to All the other lovers in the world?
Take a little time to iron out a difference Don't let your temper get in your way You got to count to ten and exercise some patience A little understanding goes a long long way
Keep fighting for your true love With the best will in the world Reach out for the stars above With the best will in the world
Start with intoductions, something in her glance Sets your heart aflutter Makes you want to take a chance Maybe she's the right one, like the only girl in all the world
You never knew, till love came looking for you You thought that you'd never find it Now that she's here Now there's no doubt that it's true Now it's for real Now you can win with, all the will in the world
All the will in the world All the will in the world All the will in the world All the will in the world All the will in the world Can move a mountain All the will in the world Can make you satisfied All the will in the world Something to count on All the will in the world Take life in your stride All the will in the world
Keep fighting for your true love With the best will in the world Reach out for the stars above With the best will in the world
Keep fighting for your true love With the best will in the world Reach out for the stars above With the best will in the world
Keep fighting for your true love With the best will in the world Reach out for the stars above With the best will in the world
Keep fighting for your true love With the best will in the world Reach out for the stars above With the best will in the world
Wildwood Flower Composer(s): A.P. Carter Performer(s): The Carter Family; and various other artists
Oh, I'll twine with my mingles and waving black hair With the roses so red and the lilies so fair And the myrtles so bright with emerald dew The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue Oh, I'll dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will charm ev'ry heart, in his crown I will sway When I woke from my dreaming, idols were clay All portions of love then had all flown away
Oh, he taught me to love him and promised to love And to cherish me over all others above How my heart now is wond'ring misery can tell He's left me no warning, no words of farewell
Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flow'r That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour Oh, I'm longing to see him through life's dark hour He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower
All The Weary Mothers Of The Earth ((Spanish Version: Las Madres Cansadas (by Joan Baez)) Composer(s): Joan Baez Performer(s): Joan Baez
All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest We will take their babies in our arms and do our best When the sun is low upon the field To love and music they will yield And the weary mothers of the earth shall rest
And the farmer on his tractor and beside his plow Will stand there in confusion as we wet his brow With the tears of all the businessmen Who see what they have done to him And the weary farmers of the earth shall rest
And the aching workers of the world again shall sing These words in mighty choruses to all will bring "We shall no longer be the poor For no one owns us anymore" And the workers of the world again shall sing
And when the soldiers burn their uniforms in every land The foxholes at the borders will be left unmanned General, when you come for the review The troops will have forgotten you And the men and women of the earth shall rest
Wildwood Days Composer(s): Dave Appell; Barry Mann Performer(s): Bobby Rydell; Bobby Big Six Patrick; Si Zentner
Springll soon be gone (Wildwood days)
summers comin on (Wildwood days) And Im-a dreamin of (Wildwood days) lotsa summer love (bup-a-dup-a-dup-a-up) And all I think about (Wildwood days) after school is out (Wildwood days) Headin down the shore (Wildwood days) to have a ball once more
Whoa whoa whoa whoa those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days Oh baby, every days a holiday and every night is a Saturday night Oh those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days And then those party lights wild, wild Wildwood nights
Say baby youll be mine (Wildwood days) cause its kissin time (Wildwood days) Gonna twist again (Wildwood days) like remember when (dom-a-dom-a-dom-a-dom) Sleepin on the beach (Wildwood days) seven days a week (Wildwood days) Rockin every night (Wildwood days) till the early bright
Whoa whoa whoa whoa those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days My baby, every days a holiday and every night is a Saturday night Oh those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days And then those party lights wild, wild Wildwood nights
Whoa whoa whoa whoa those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days Oh baby, every days a holiday and every night is a Saturday night
Oh those Wildwood days, wild, wild Wildwood days And then those
Las Madres Cansadas ((English Version: All The Weary Mothers Of The Earth (by Joan Baez)) Composer(s): Joan Baez Performer(s): Joan Baez
Cada madre agobiada ya descansará Y en nuestros brazos sus criaturas reposarán Cuando el sol se pone, sobre el campo Amor y música les brindaremos Y las madres cansadas ya descansarán
Y el campesino con su arado y su tractor En la frente la extraña frescura sentirá De las lágrimas de pena Derramadas por los comerciantes Y los agricultores ya descansarán
Los trabajadores dolientes de la tierra Otra vez el himno tan resonante cantarán ¡Ya no seremos los pobres! ¡Ya no viviremos en esclavitud! Y los trabajadores luego cantarán
Cuando los soldados sus garitas dejarán Y en las trincheras sus uniformes quemarán O mi general, tus fieles tropas Ya se habrán olvidado de ti ¡Y la gente del mundo ya descansará!
Wildflower Composer(s): Dennis Edwards; David Richardson Performer(s): The OJays; and various other artists
Oh...oh...oh... Oh...yeah... Mmm
What a song, what a song to sing And Im singin my song, yeah Yeah, yeah
Sing a song
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She faced the hardest times you would imagine And many times her eyes fought back the tears, yeah, yeah And when her youthful world was about to fall in
Each time her slender shoulders Fought the weight of all her fears And a sorrow no one hear Still rings in midnight silence in her ear
Let her cry for shes a lady Let her dream, shes a child Let the rain fall down upon her Shes a free and gentle flower growin wild
And if by chance I should hold her (Hold her) Let me, let me hold her for a little while And if I had but one possession I would take her from the garden to be mine, oh...oh...yeah...yeah
Be careful how you touch her for she night awaken And sleep is the only freedom that the little girl knows And when you walk into your eyes, you wont believe
The way shes always payin For a debt she never, never owed And the silent wind still blows But only she can hear, so she goes
Let her cry for shes a lady Let her dream, she is a child Let the rain fall down upon her Shes a free and gentle flower growin wild
Let her cry, cry for shes a lady Let her dream and dream and dream and dream, shes a child Let the rain fall down upon her Shes a free and gentle flower growin wild
Shes, shes Shes a free and gentle flower, yeah, yeah Imma tell the world about my wildflower, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Growin, gowin, growin, yeah, yeah Hoo...hoo...ooh...ooh...hoo...hoo...ooh...yeah, yeah Growin, gowin, growin, yeah Growin wild
Shes a flower growin, growin wild Shes a flower growin, growin wild Shes a flower growin, growin wild Shes a flower growin wild
All The Way Strong Composer(s): Stephen Coore - D. Mair Performer(s): Third World
There isn't a simple way To tell you how I feel for you I hope this is just a game you're playing 'Cause I don't want us to be through
My love is all the way strong My love is all the way strong To help us carry on To help us carry on
And my kind of happiness Is living in love with you, baby But lately you seem so uninspired and so unwilling baby To see things as I do
My love is all the way strong My love is all the way strong To help us carry on To help us carry on
You're the sunshine, baby You're the magic in my eyes You're the sunshine, baby You're the magic in my eyes
My love is all the way strong My love is all the way strong To help us carry on To help us carry on
All the way strong, baby 'Cause you're my sunshine Can't you see you're magic in my eyes Hey, you pick me up when I'm falling down Oh my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby Ooh...You're the magic in my yes You're the sunshine, baby Can't you see it shining so bright...
Wildfire Composer(s): Larry Cansler; Michael Martin Murphey Performer(s): Michael Murphey
She comes down from Yellow Mountain On a dark, flat land she rides On a pony she named Wildfire With a whirlwind by her side On a cold Nebraska night
Oh, they say she died one winter When there came a killing frost And the pony she named Wildfire Busted down its stall In a blizzard he was lost
She ran calling Wildfire
By the dark of the moon I planted But there came an early snow There's been a hoot-owl howling by my window now For six nights in a row She's coming for me, I know And on Wildfire we're both gonna go
We'll be riding Wildfire
On Wildfire we're gonna ride Gonna leave sodbustin' behind Get these hard times right on out of our minds Riding Wildfire
All The Way Home Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes
I know what it's like to have failed baby With the whole world lookin' on I know what it's like to have been so sure Wake up and find it all gone Now you've got no reason to trust me And tonight my confidence is a little rusty It's getting late And if you don't feel leavin' alone Well maybe I can walk you baby All the way home
Our old fears and failures Well they do linger (oh yes they do) Like the shadow of that ring That was on your finger Well those days darling, Those days are dead and gone Oh I could walk you baby All the way home
Now there's things no one can rearrange We both have yesterdays that we can't change It's closing time - bartender's ringing last call These days I don't stand on pride and I've learned how to take a fall Now the time has come And if your first choice - he's gone Well that's alright baby 'Cause I can walk you all the way home All the way home All the way home
Let me sing, a song for you And let me be your star Every time I look into your eyes Im really fine Never knowing what to say Or knowing what to do All the goods things in my life Are just a part of you
You are just a wild bird playing In the silver sky Im a tree that waits for you To let you rest a while You can hide here if you want From winter storm and snow In the shelter of my arms You let your feelings show
So sweet little wild bird Wont you sing this song with me Together we shall sing In perfect tune and harmony And if you stay here long Yes in the winter you must die As I will teach you how to walk You teach me how to fly, fly
So sweet little wild bird Wont you sing this song with me Together we shall sing In perfect tune and harmony And if you stay here long Yes in the winter you must die As I will teach you how to walk You teach me how to fly, fly
All The Way Home Composer(s): Steve Allen - Buddy Kaye Performer(s): Andy Williams
All the way home I thought of our parting All the way home from your loving arms Were we too young to know about real romance? Did we give up without giving love a chance? All the way home I thought it all over How could we have been so blind about love? And all at once there was but one thing to do I turned around and ran all the way home to you
Were we too young to know about real romance? Did we give up without giving love a chance? So all the way home I thought it all over How could we have been so blind about love? And all at once there was but one thing to do I turned around, around, around I turned and ran, and ran, and ran I turned around and ran all the way home to you
Wild! Composer(s): Appell; Mann Performer(s): Dee Dee Sharp
Baby, baby you're no good Never treat me like a lover should And I know in the end You're gonna leave me, my friend But I go onnnnn, oh, when you kiss me (when you kiss me) And I go onnnnn when you hug me (when you hug me) You're gonna break my heart, I know And if I played it smart I'd go But I'm so wiiiild, wild about you baby
Baby, baby every day I take my mind up and away But I find love is blind One kiss and I change my mind Yes, I go wiiiild, when you kiss me (when you kiss me) And I go wiiiild, oh, when you hug me (when you hug me) Because I love you so, I try But if you ever go I'd die But I'm so wiiiiild, wild about you baby (wild about you baby) Yay, yay, yay (wild about you baby) Oh, I'm (wild about you baby) (oh, you drive me crazy) Can't think of anything, I'm a' wiiiild, (wild about you baby). . . .
