Just an Old Fashioned Love Song ((aka An Old Fashioned Love Song (by Three Dog Night) - 1971))
Composer(s): Paul Williams
First release by: Paul Williams - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists



Just an old-fashioned love song playin' on the radio
And wrapped around the music is the sound
Of someone promising they'll never go
You swear you've heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on
No need in bringin' `em back,
`Cause they're never really gone

Just an old-fashioned love song
One I'm sure they wrote for you and me
Just an old-fashioned love song
Comin' down in 3-part harmony

To weave our dreams upon and listen to each evening
When the lights are low
To underscore our love affair
With tenderness and feeling that we've come to know
You swear you've heard it before
As it slowly rambles on and on and
No need in bringin' `em back,
`Cause they're never really gone

Just an old-fashioned love song
Comin' down in 3-part harmony
Just an old-fashioned love song
One I'm sure they wrote for you and me
Just an old-fashioned love song
Comin' down in 3-part harmony
Just an old-fashioned love song
One I'm sure they wrote for you and me

To weave our dreams upon and listening to a song ...

Dancin' Fool
Composer(s): Burton Cummings; Domenic Troiano
Performer(s): The Guess Who



It was a Saturday night without a whole lot shakin'
Ooh my ooh my I was bored
I had my best duds on it was a chance worth takin'
somehow I was still ignored

Been too long since I been shy and lonely
Ooh, but that's okay
Need some gal to be my one and only
Ooh

I got a wink and a smile from a flashy filly
Ooh my ooh my she looked grand
She said "I like your style now don't go actin' silly"
Ooh my ooh she held my hand

Never thought that I could shake and grove it
Now I'm a Dancin' Fool
Dug my feet 'cause they could really move it
Ooh

She got the message across and me and her got kissin'
Ooh my ooh my havin' fun
I know that this is the thing that I been really missin'
One more dance has just begun

No more time for feelin' shy and lonely
Now I'm a Dancin' Fool
Found some gal to be my one and only 
Ooh I'm a Dancin' Fool

Been too long since I been shy and lonely 
Now I'm a Dancin' Fool (I'm a dancin' fool I'm a dancer)

An Old English Dream
Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid
Performer(s): Procol Harum



They say this fair city has ten thousand souls
Some live in mansions
And some live in holes
Some eat from silver
And some eat from gold
Some sift through garbage
And sleep in the cold

I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
An old English church yard and an old English dream

Once we had a country
And thought it so fair
If you look through the mirror
You can still find it there
But now our great country
Is broken and torn
And all of its promise
And liberties worn

I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
An old English church yard and an old English dream

I saw a great plain in winter
All covered in snow
Ten thousand soldiers
That marched to and fro
I saw a broken down building
With ten thousand doors
But none of them open
And none of them yours

I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
An old English church yard and an old English dream 

Dancin'
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller
Performer(s): Perry Como



Ho! the band stopped playin' 
An' the couples stopped swayin' 
But we kept on . . . dancin! 
  
The lights went on  
An' the crowd was gone 
But we kept on . . . dancin! 
  
The janitor said, "Please let me sweep the floor!" 
So, I hummed a tune an' we danced right . . . 
Thru the door! 
  
It started rainin'  
But we both were insane 
An' we kept right . . . on dancin' 
  
We looked a sight  
By the traffic light  
But we . . . kept on dancin'  
  
The signal was red so we just tapped our feet  
When the light turned green  
Well, we danced across the street! 
  
(Couples parked in cars were romancin') 
They were romancin'  
But we kept right in dancin! 
  
(Ba bum ba bum bum') 
Our clothes were drippin'  
An' we couldn't help slippin'  
But we kept right in dancin! 
  
Our feet were sore  
When we reached your door  
But we kept right in dancin! 
  
When I kissed ya goodnight  
My heart started dancin' too  
That's when I knew . . .  
That I would dance my whole life thru  
With only you . . . 
  
With only you . . . 
  
With only you . . .  
My whole life thru 
With only you . . .

An Jenem Tag
Composer(s): Boris Fomit - Konstantin Podnevsky
Performer(s): Dalida - 1968

Versions In Other Languages:
1962 - Those Were The Days (The Limeliters)
1968 - Le Temps Des Fleurs (Dalida)
1968 - Quelli Erano I Giorni (Gigliola Cinquetti)
1968 - De Glade År (by Gitte Hænning)
1993 - Dit Is Vast Weer Zo'n Dag (Sandra Kim)
1993 - Il Faut S'aimer Plus Fort (Sandra Kim)



Es war so ein Tag wie jeder andere 
und doch mir schien daß er ganz anders war 
denn du und ich wir gingen durch den Frühling 
und ringsum war die Welt so wunderbar 

An jenem Tag mein Freund da haben wir gemeint 
die Zeit blieb stehn allein nur für uns zwei 
doch ehe wir nachgedacht und alles wahrgemacht 
da war der Tag für uns schon längst vorbei 

La, la... 

Und der Sommer kam ins Lamd gezogen 
und es war ein langer heißer Tag 
doch für mich ist er so schnell verflogen 
als ich mit dir im Grase lag 


An jenem Tag mein Freund da haben wir gemeint 
die Zeit blieb stehn allein nur für uns zwei 
doch ehe wir nachgedacht und alles wahrgemacht 
da war der Tag für uns schon längst vorbei 

La, la... 

Und es wurde Herbst licht sind die Bäume 
und mir blieb der Blumen welker Rest 
verweht sind mit dem Wind auch unsere Träume 
und keiner von uns beiden hielt sie fest 

An jenem Tag mein Freund da haben wir gemeint 
die Zeit blieb stehn allein nur für uns zwei 
doch ehe wir nachgedacht und alles wahrgemacht 
da war der Tag für uns schon längst vorbei 

La, la... 

Es war so ein Tag wie jeder andere 
und doch ich weiß es gibt ihn niemals mehr 
denn für alles was wir heut versäumen 
gibt es morgen keine Wiederkehr 


An jenem Tag mein Freund da haben wir gemeint 
die Zeit blieb stehn allein nur für uns zwei 
doch ehe wir nachgedacht und alles wahrgemacht 
da war die Zeit für uns schon längst vorbei 

La, la... 

Dancer With Bruised Knees
Composer(s): Anna McGarrigle
Performer(s): Kate & Anna McGarrigle



When I first knew her she was a dancer
She'd leap (confidently)
Knowing that should she fall
It would be into the arms of her partner
She never failed to get a curtain call

For years we had been one with the stars
A Pas de Deux of reknown
I'd leap and he'd catch me on the fly
And gently he'd put me down

The heights that I reached were dangerous
And I saw my partner strain
And felt when I had landed
His strength was on the wane

Back before my knees were blue
Backs broke bending in a step for two

For years we had been one with the stars
A Pas de Deux of reknown
I'd leap and he'd catch me on the fly
But once I came crashing down

Now I'm a weaver
Wall-hangings if you please
In everyone I feature
A dancer with bruised knees

Doop do.....

Le Temps Des Fleurs
((aka Il Faut S'aimer Plus Fort (Sandra Kim) - 1993))
Composer(s): Boris Fomit - Konstantin Podnevsky - Eddy Marney
Performer(s): Dalida - 1968

Versions In Other Languages:
1962 - Those Were The Days (The Limeliters)
1968 - An Jenem Tag (Dalida)
1968 - Quelli Erano I Giorni (Gigliola Cinquetti)
1968 - De Glade År (Gitte Hænning)
1993 - Dit Is Vast Weer Zo'n Dag (Sandra Kim)



Dans une taverne du vieux Londres
Où se retrouvaient des étrangers
Nos voix criblées de joie montaient de l'ombre
Et nous écoutions nos cœurs chanter
C'était le temps des fleurs
On ignorait la peur
Les lendemains avaient un goût de miel
Ton bras prenait mon bras
Ta voix suivait ma voix
On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
La, la, la...
On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel

Et puis sont venus les jours de brume
Avec des bruits étranges et des pleurs
Combien j'ai passé de nuits sans lune
À chercher la taverne dans mon cœur
Tout comme au temps des fleurs
Où l'on vivait sans peur
Où chaque jour avait un goût de miel
Ton bras prenait mon bras
Ta voix suivait ma voix
On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
La, la, la ....
On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel

Je m'imaginais chassant la brume
Je croyais pouvoir remonter le temps
Et je m'inventais des clairs de lune
Où tous deux nous chantions comme avant
C'était le temps des fleurs
On ignorait la peur
Les lendemains avaient un goût de miel
Ton bras prenait mon bras
Ta voix suivait ma voix
On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
La, la, la ....
On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel

Et ce soir je suis devant la porte
De la taverne où tu ne viendras plus
Et la chanson que la nuit m'apporte
Mon cœur déjà ne la connaît plus
C'était le temps des fleurs
On ignorait la peur
Les lendemains avait un goût de miel
Ton bras prenait mon bras
Ta voix suivait ma voix
On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
La la la...
On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel

Dance: Ten, Looks: Three
Composer(s): Marvin Hamlisch; Edward Kleban
Originally performed by: Pamela Blair & Cast
Covered by various other artists



Val:
But after a while I caught on...
I mean, I saw what they were hiring! 
I also swiped my dance card once after an audition
and on a scale of one to ten, they gave me for dance: Ten, for looks: Three! Why? 

Dance: Ten; Looks: Three
And I'm still on unemployment
Dancing for my own enjoyment 
That ain't it, kid! 
That ain't it, kid! 

"Dance: Ten, Looks: Three" 
Is like to die! 
Left the theatre and 
Called the doctor 
For my appointment to buy... 

Tits and ass
Bought myself a fancy pair
Tightened up the derriere 
Did the nose with it
All that goes with it

Tits and ass! 
Had the bingo-bongos done
Suddenly I'm getting National tours! 
Tits and ass won't get you jobs
Unless they're yours! 

Didn't cost a fortune neither
Didn't hurt my sex life either! 

Flat and sassy
I would get the strays and losers
Beggars really can't be choosers 
That ain't it, kid! 
That ain't it, kid! 

Fix the chassis
"How do you do!" 
Life turned into an 
Endless medley of 
"Gee, it had to be you" 
Why? 

Tits and ass! 
Where the cupboard once was bare
Now you knock and someone's there
You have got 'em, hey
Top to bottom, hey! 

It's a gas! 
Just a dash of silicone
Shake your new maracas and your fine! 
Tits and ass can change your life
They sure changed mine! 

Val: 
You're all looking at my tits now, aren't you? 

Sheila: 
They aren't that big

Val: 
I heard that, you bitch 
I didn't want 'em like yours
I wanted them in proportion 

Sheila: 
Well, you got what you paid for

Connie:
I wouldn't mind having just one of yours

Val:
Well go out and buy 'em 

Have it all done! 
Honey, take my word
Grab a cab, c'mon 
See the wizard on 
Park and Seventy-Third 
For 

Tits and ass
Orchestra and balcony
What they want is whatcha see
Keep the best of you 
Do all the rest of you

Pits or class
I have never seen it fail
Debutante or chorus girl or wife

Tits and ass
Yes, tits and ass 
Have changed... 
My... 
Life...

Those Were The Days
Composer(s): Boris Fomit - Konstantin Podnevsky - Gene Raskin
Performer(s): The Limeliters - 1962
and multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages:
1968 - Le Temps Des Fleurs (Dalida)
1968 - An Jenem Tag (Dalida)
1968 - Quelli Erano I Giorni (Gigliola Cinquetti)
1968 - De Glade År (Gitte Hænning)
1993 - Dit Is Vast Weer Zo'n Dag (Sandra Kim)
1993 - Il Faut S'aimer Plus Fort (Sandra Kim)



Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

Dance, Sister, Dance (Baila Mi Hermana)
Composer(s): Leon "Ndugu" Chancler;
Tom Coster; David Rubinson
Performer(s): Santana



Dance sister dance
I love the way you move
I love to watch you
Dance sister dance
Feel the rhythm flow into your soul
Dance sister dance
Feel the rhythm flow
Feel the rhythm flow through you
Dance sister dance
I love to watch you move
I love the way you dance

Baila mi hermana
Baila para mi
Baila mi hermana
Baila para mi

I love to watch you move
I love the way you dance with me
Dance sister dance
I love the way you move
I love to watch you
Dance sister dance
Feel the rhythm flow into your soul
Dance sister dance

Mi hermana
Baila para mi
Baila mi hermana
Baila para mi
I love the way you move
I love the way you baila
Baila para mi

Baila para mi
Baila para mi hermana

Baila mi hermana
Baila para mi
Baila mi hermana
I love to watch you move
I love the way you dance with me

Dance with me 
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me

Standing In The Need Of Love
Composer(s): Carl Perkins
Performer(s): Carl Perkins



It ain't my brother, ain't my sister
But it's me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

It ain't the Preacher, ain't the Deacon
But it's me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

Well, it's me (It's me)
It's me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

It's me (It's me)
It's me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

When I get to singin'
Get to feelin' good
Standing in the need of love

Yeah, I could live it better
If I only would
Standing in the need of love

Woh, it's me (It's me)
It's me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

It's me (It's me)
It's me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

Get it!

Well, my ol' guitar makes me happy
But I'm all alone
Standing in the need of love

When I get to pickin'
It's the same old song
Standing in the need of love

Woh, it's me (It's me)
It's me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

I said it's me (It's me)
It's me, Oh Lord
I'm standing in the need of love

Well, it's me, it's me
It's me, Oh Lord
And I'm standing in the need of love

Nobody but me, yes me
Dang me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

It's me (It's me)
It's me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

I said it's me (It's me)
Well it's me, Oh Lord
And I'm I'm Standing in the need of love

Ho, it's me, it's me
It's me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

Lookin at me (It's me)
Little me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

Well, it's me, it's me
It's me, Oh Lord
Standing in the need of love

It's me, it's me
It's me, Oh Lord
Standing in ...

Dance, Gypsy, Dance
Composer(s): Stanley Damerell; Tolchard Evans
Performer(s): David Whitfield



Dance, Gypsy, dance
Though tears may flow
Love's a game you played and lost
Now you're left to count the cost
Dance, Gypsy, dance
On with the show
Though your aching heart is breaking
Dance, Gypsy, dance

Gypsy campfires glowing `neath the stars
Hearts beat to the throbbing of guitars
But one heart is crying
So her feet are flying

Dance, Gypsy, dance
Though tears may flow
Love's a game you played and lost
Now you're left to count the cost
Dance, Gypsy, dance
On with the show
Though your aching heart is breaking
Dance, Gypsy, dance

Dance, Gypsy, dance
Though tears may flow
Love's a game you played and lost
Now you're left to count the cost
Dance, Gypsy, dance
On with the show
Though your aching heart is breaking
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, Gypsy, dance

An Irishman's Idea Of Love
Composer(s): Allan Roberts - Doris Fisher
Performer(s): The Happy Gang Orch.



When a Frenchman is courting a mademoiselle
He takes her to dinner at some fine hotel
He spends all the salary he worked for that week
And if he is lucky, he kisses her cheek

But an Irishman's idea of love
Is to meet the girl he's dreamin' of
Compliment her eyes of blue
And the divil if he doesn't mean it too

Fills her full of a line of blarney
That he learned in ole Killarney
Gets the kiss so easily
That cost the poor Frenchman his week's salary

Dance, Dance, Dance
Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Carl Wilson
Originally performed by: The Beach Boys



After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way

I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!

When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my chick by my side the radio does the trick

I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!

Ohby!

At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool when it's slow and jump it when it's fast

I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!

(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!

(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)

An Invitation To North America
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Sam Richards & Tish Stubbs



There is many a family of late that has gone
Away to New York, father, mother and son
Let us likewise follow and make no delay
For 'tis much cheaper living in North Americay

The farmers in England sell there corn so dear
They do what they can to starve the poor here
They send it to France, which sure is not right
To feed other nations that against us do fight

Come all you bold Britons, wherever you be
I would have you draw near and listen to me
The times they get harder in England ev'ry day
It is much better living in North Americay

Why do we stay here for to be their slaves
When in Nova Scotia we can do as we please
For who'd work in England for ten pence a day
When we can get four shillings in North Americay

The landlords in England do raise the lands high
It forces some farmers abroad for to fly
If times grow no better, I'll venture to say
Poor men had better go to North Americay

Observe then good people what to you I've told
What a plague is in England by short weight of gold
With bad silver and halfpence, believe what I say
There's nothing of this in North Americay

The priests in England come into the field
They tithe as they please, you dare not but yield
This is no great hardship, you believe, I dare say
But we'll have no taxes in North Americay

There's many a farmer you very well know
That went to New York but a few years ago
Have bought land and houses; who now would here stay
But go and make fortunes in North Americay

Manufactures in England are grown very bad
For weavers and combers no work's to be had
But let's go abroad, I dare venture to say
They'll find us employment in North Americay

So here's a health to George our gracious king
I hope none will take amiss the song that I sing
Then lads and lasses now come away
And ship yourselves to North Americay

Dance, Dance, Dance
Composer(s): J. Cooper; B. Cooper; Steve Miller
Performer(s): Steve Miller Band



My grandpa, he's ninety five
And he keeps on dancin', he's still alive
My grandma, she's ninety two
She loves to dance and sing some too
I don't know but I've been told
If you keep on dancing you'll never grow old

{Refrain}

Come on, darlin', put a pretty dress on
We're gonna go out tonight
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, all night long

I'm a hard-workin' man, I'm a son of a gun
I've been workin' all week in the noonday sun
The wood's in the kitchen and the cow's in the barn
I'm all cleaned up and my chores are all done
Take my hand and come along
Let's go out and have some fun

{Refrain}

Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, all night long

Come on, darlin', don't look that way
Don't you know when you smile I've got to say
You're my honey pumpkin lover, you're my heart's delight
Don't you want to go out tonight
You're such a pretty lady, you're such a sweet girl
When you dance it brightens up my world

{Refrain}

An Innocent Man
Composer(s): Billy Joel
Performer(s): Billy Joel 
and multiple other artists



Some people stay far away from the door
If there's a chance of it opening up
They hear a voice in the hall outside
And hope that it just passes by

Some people live with the fear of a touch
And the anger of having been a fool
They will not listen to anyone
So nobody tells them a lie

I know you're only protecting yourself
I know you're thinking of somebody else
Someone who hurt you
But I'm not above
Making up for the love
You've been denying you could ever feel
I'm not above doing anything
To restore your faith if I can
Some people see through the eyes of the old
Before they ever get a look at the young
I'm only willing to hear you cry
Because I am an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am

Some people say they will never believe
Another promise they hear in the dark
Because they only remember too well
They heard somebody tell them before

Some people sleep all alone every night
Instead of taking a lover to bed
Some people find that it's easier to hate
Than to wait anymore

I know you don't want to hear what I say
I know you're gonna keep turning away
But I've been there and if I can survive
I can keep you alive
I'm not above going through it again
I'm not above being cool for a while
If you're cruel to me I'll understand

Some people run from a possible fight
Some people figure they can never win
And although this is a fight I can lose
The accused is an innocent man
I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
An innocent man

You know you only hurt yourself out of spite
I guess you'd rather be a martyr tonight
That's your decision
But I'm not below
Anybody I know
If there's a chance of resurrecting a love
I'm not above going back to the start
To find out where the heartache began

Some people hope for a miracle cure
Some people just accept the world as it is
But I'm not willing to lay down and die
Because I am an innocent man

I am an innocent man
Oh yes I am
An innocent man

Je Bent Niet Hip
Performer(s): Patricia Paay



Je bent niet hip, je bent niet vlot
Je ouwe fiets die is altijd kapot
Je bent niet rijk, je bent niet knap
Je drinkt geen bier maar tomatensap

Je hebt een baan waarvan je zegt
Hij is niet goed en hij is niet slecht
Maar jij bent lief en reuze trouw
Jij hoort bij mij en ik bij jou

Ja, wie had dat ooit gedacht
Hoe kan zoiets bestaan?
Nee, dat had ik nooit verwacht
Dat ik met jou zou gaan

Ik vond je altijd reuze sloom
Maar nu ben jij de man
Waarvan ik elke nacht weer droom
Al denk ik nu en dan

Je bent niet hip, je bent niet vlot
Je ouwe fiets die is altijd kapot
Je bent niet rijk, je bent niet knap
Je drinkt geen bier maar tomatensap

Je hebt een baan waarvan je zegt
Hij is niet goed en hij is niet slecht
Maar jij bent lief en reuze trouw
Jij hoort bij mij en ik bij jou

'k Weet nog dat het zo begon
't Was op een dag in maart
Jij kwam, jij zag en overwon
En ik was van de kaart

Ik stond gewoon totaal perplex
Want jij gaf mij een zoen
En zei: "Meid jij hebt zoveel seks
Ik kan er niets aan doen"

Je bent niet hip, je bent niet vlot
Je ouwe fiets die is altijd kapot
Je bent niet rijk, je bent niet knap
Je drinkt geen bier maar tomatensap

Je hebt een baan waarvan je zegt
Hij is niet goed en hij is niet slecht
Maar jij bent lief en reuze trouw
Jij hoort bij mij en ik bij jou

Jalalala jalalala jalalalalalalalalala
Lalalala lalalala lalalalalalala
Lalalala lalalala…

An Hour Never Passes
Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy
Performer(s): Ambrose Orch.
and multiple other artists



An hour never passes but I think of you
An hour never passes but I miss you too
Every day from dawning till the moon rides low
You’re beside me darling everywhere I go
An hour never passes, the clock never chimes
But I keep recalling those old happy times
Without my prayer for you in each lonely sigh
An hour never passes by

Without my prayer for you in each lonely sigh
An hour never passes by

Dance With My Father
Composer(s): Richard Marx; Luther Vandross
Originally performed by: Luther Vandross
Covered by various other artists



Back when I was a child 
before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high 
and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end

How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end

'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream