Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Love (Can Make You Happy) Composer(s): Jack Sigler Jr. Performer(s): Mercy; Ray Conniff
Wake up in the morning with the sunshine in your eyes And the smell of flowers blooming fills the air Your mind is filled with the thoughts of a certain someone - that you love Your life is filled with joy when she is there
Love can make you happy if you fine someone who cares To giiiive a life time to you and who has a love to shaaare
If you think you've found someone you'll love fooorevermore Then it's worth the price you'll have to pay (pay) To have, to hold's important when forever is the phrase That means the love you've found is going to stay
Love can make you happy if you find someone who cares To giiiive a life time to you and who has a love to share
La-love, la-love
Love can make you happy Love can make you happy Love can make you happy Love ...
La Manille Et La Révolution Composer(s): Hubert Giraud - Boris Bergman Performer(s): France Gall
Je voudrais être une fille, une fille Qui sache tirer l'aiguille, l'aiguille Mais je joue à la Manille et à la révolution J'ai le sens de la famille Alors je joue du canon
Car chez nous de père en fille, en fille On boit de la tequila, on fusille Nous faisons brûler des villes Nous faisons sauter les ponts C'est le temps de la Manille et de la révolution
J'aime, j'ai peur Le fils du dictateur M'aime, mes surs Toutes les nuits en rêve, rêve, rêve
Je voudrais être une fille, une fille Et pour lui tirer l'aiguille, l'aiguille Il m'offrirait des jonquilles Tout en me prenant la main Je connaîtrais les brindilles sur l'herbe du champs voisin
J'aime, j'ai peur Le fils du dictateur M'aime, mes surs Toutes les nuits en rêve, rêve, rêve
Mais chez nous de père en fille, en fille On boit de la tequila, on fusille Moi j'aime mieux les jonquilles Qui sentent les fleurs de passion Mais je joue à la Manille et à la révolution
Louisiana's Alphabet Song Performer(s): Daniel Morgan
A B C D E F G - the state insect is the honeybee H I J K L M N - and the state bird is the pelican O P Q R S T U - the crawfish live in the old bayou V W X Y and Z - and the bald cypress is our state tree One more time, knock knock, ding dong Louisiana's Alphabet song
A little bit of jazz, will make it more fun Get ready, get set, 4 3 2 1
A B C D E F G - the state insect is the honeybee H I J K L M N - and the state bird is the pelican O P Q R S T U - the crawfish live in the old bayou V W X Y and Z - and the bald cypress is our state tree
The words to this song are easy as can be they're just as easy as A B C If you play it back you can sing along Louisiana's Alphabet Song
Louisiana Saturday Night Composer(s): Tom T. Hall - Jimmy C. Newman - Bob McDill Performer(s): Porter Wagoner
Well, get down the fiddle and you get down the bow You kick off your shoes an' you throw 'em on the floor Dance in the kitchen till the mornin' light Louisiana Saturday night
Out in the front yard, they're sittin' on a log A single shot rifle an' a one-eyed dog Yonder come the kin folks in the moonlight Louisiana Saturday night
Well, get down the fiddle and you get down the bow You kick off your shoes an' you throw 'em on the floor Dance in the kitchen till the mornin' light Louisiana Saturday night
Well, my brother, Bill an' my other brother, Jack A belly full of beer an' a Possum in a sack Sixteen kids in the front porch light Louisiana Saturday night
When the kin folks leave, kids get to bed Me an' my Missus gonna slip off to bed Have a little fun when we turn out the light Louisiana Saturday night
Well, get down the fiddle and you get down the bow You kick off your shoes an' you throw 'em on the floor Dance in the kitchen till the mornin' light Louisiana Saturday night
Well, get down the fiddle and you get down the bow You kick off your shoes an' you throw 'em on the floor Dance in the kitchen till the mornin' light Louisiana Saturday night
Are You Wasting My Time Composer(s): Charlie Louvin - Ira Louvin First release by: The Louvin Brothers - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Does the moon shine a little brighter When I hold you a little tighter Are you wasting my time
Does your love grow a little stronger When I kiss you a little longer Are you wasting my time Can I depend on your love to live on Can I rely on the vow that you made Does your love grow a little stronger When I kiss you a little longer Are you wasting my time
Does your heart seem a little colder When I cuddle up on your shoulder Are you wasting my time Do you melt away when you kiss me When I go away do you miss me Are you wasting my time Can I depend on your love to live on Can I rely on the vow that you made Does your love grow a little stronger When I kiss you a little longer Are you wasting my time
Louisiana Man Composer(s): Doug Kershaw First release by: Rusty & Doug - 1961 Covered by multiple other artists
First Momma Poppa call a little boy Ned Raise him on the banks of the riverbed In a houseboat tied to a big tall tree Home for my Momma and my Poppa and me
Half-past three Poppa jumps to his feet Already Momma cooking Poppa somethin' to eat Half-past five Poppa's ready to go Jumps in his hero headed down the bayou
Got fishin' lines running cross the Louisiana river Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat Settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' everything they can Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man
Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen Even got a little baby muskrat cousin Got 'em out dryin' in the hot, hot sun Tomorrow Poppa's gonna turn 'em into money
I can hardly wait until the mornin' comes around That's the day my Poppa taked the furs to town Last time he told me that I could go Maybe even catch a cowboy show
Saw cowboys and Indians for the first time then Told my Poppa, "Got to come back again" Poppa said, "Son, we got lines to run We'll come back again; there's work to be done"
Got fishin' lines running cross the Louisiana river Gonna catch a big fish for us to eat Settin' traps in the swamp, catchin' everything they can Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man Gonna make a livin', he's a Lousiana man
Sympathie Is Geen Liefde Performer(s): Willy Sommers
Sympathie is geen liefde maar vroeg of laat misschien komt er een dag dat sympathie in liefde veranderen zal sympathie wordt dan liefde het ligt alleen aan jou geef me een teken als jouw vriendschap liefde wordt t maakt me wel heel blij als je lacht naar mij maar ik denk aan andere dingen iedere nacht steeds weer droom ik meer en meer dat je van me houdt sympathie wordt soms liefde het ligt alleen aan jou geef me een teken als jouw vriendschap liefde wordt luister naar je hart klinkt het soms verward ja, het klopt zoals het mijne maakt het je ook zo blij dan geloof me vrij daar komt liefde van
sympathie wordt dan liefde het ligt alleen aan jou geef me een teken als jouw vriendschap liefde wordt
Louisiana Blues Composer(s): Muddy Waters First release by: Muddy Waters - 1950 Covered by multiple other artists
I'm goin' down in Louisiana Baby, behind the sun I'm goin' down in Louisiana Baby, behind the sun Well, you know I just found out My trouble just begun
Louisiana 1927 Composer(s): Randy Newman First release by: Randy Newman - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists
What has happened down here, is the winds have changed Clouds roll in from the north and it started to rain It rained real hard, and it rained for a real long time Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline
The river rose all day, the river rose all night Some people got lost in the flood, some people got away alright The river had busted through clear down to Placker Mine Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline
Louisiana, Louisiana They're trying to wash us away, they're trying to wash us away Oh Louisiana, Louisiana They're trying to wash us away, they're trying to wash us away
President Coolidge come down, in a railroad train With his little fat man with a note pad in his hand President say "little fat man, oh isn't it a shame What the river has done to this poor farmer's land"
Oh Louisiana, Louisiana They're trying to wash us away, you're trying to wash us away Oh Louisiana, oh Louisiana They're trying to wash us away, oh Lord, they're trying to wash us away They're trying to wash us away, they're trying to wash us away
El Bandido ((Adapted from: The Great El Tigre (by Stu Phillips) - 1966)) ((Dutch Version: El Bandido (by Will Tura) -1966)) Composer(s): Cy Coben - Franck Gérald Performer(s): Robert Cogoi - 1967
Ce vieil homme qui somnole sur un banc Je le croyais mort en prison depuis bien longtemps Pourtant malgré les années qui burinent sa peau C'est bien le même visage que j'ai vu dans de vieux journaux
Le fameux Bandido Pour les Mexicains Le grand El Bandido C'était quelqu'un de bien
On n'aurait jamais mis la main dessus Si comme tant d'autres l'amour ne l'avait perdu Car il faut une église pour se marier Et c'est après la messe que l'on est venu l'arrêter
Et sur El Bandido Le temps a passé Du grand El Bandido On n'a plus reparlé
Voilà qu'une vieille dame aux cheveux blancs S'approche de l'homme qui rêve sur son banc Avec tendresse, elle aide son compagnon Et sur eux se referme la porte de leur maison
Adios El Bandido Saura-t-on jamais Si l'amour, Bandido T'a perdu ou sauvé?
Louisiana Composer(s): Arthur Freed - Oliver G. Wallace Performer(s): Sterling Trio
Each time I hear a robin singing I picture fields of sugar cane Louisiana land of sunshine I long to be there once again
Down in an old moss covered cottage That's where I always long to be There is no palace could replace it For it is home sweet home to me
Louisiana, Memry of the olden ways My old sweetheart In those good old barefoot days Blue skies and Blue eyes That is all I seem to see Louisiana, I can hear your message to me
The Great El Tigre Composer(s): Cy Coben First release by: Stu Phillips - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - El Bandido (by Will Tura) 1967 - El Bandido (by Robert Cogoi)
Can that be the great El Tigre sitting there That gray haired old man on the bench in the village square Could he be that famous bandit of days gone by Can he be the fierce El Tigre or did the real El Tigre die
He'll be remembered forever more By the rich that he stole from and the poor he stole for
He once met a senorita on a raid Sweet little Juanita who smiled up at him unafraid And eyes hard as steel softened up at the sight that they saw And love found a heart no bullet had been able to find before
Though he was a bandido with a price on his head Te amo querida take me with you she said
Can that be the great El Tigre sitting there That old man asleep on the bench in the village square And as he dreams a sweet old senora appears And then as she gently wakes him she whispers into his ear
Querida mia the time it has flown Vamanos mi bandido it's time we went home
Louisiana Composer(s): M. Camison - Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Comme tous les vagabonds J'ai fait tous les boulots De New-York à l'Orégon D'Auckland à Buffalo J'ai conduit un douze tonnes Douze tonnes à Santa-Fé Dans un port de Washington Déchargé du café
Tous les chemins ont du bon Qui reviennent au pays Qui me ramènent à la maison À l'amour de ma vie
Louisiana! Je reviens Louisiana! près de toi Louisiana! au bout de mon chemin Louisiana! tu es là
Tout ce que m'avait rapporté Six mois à Charleston Une souris me l'a croqué En un soir à Boston C'que j'ai gagné au Texas En volant des chevaux Je l'ai doublé à Las Vegas Et perdu à Reno
Tous les chemins ont du bon Qui reviennent au pays Qui me ramènent à la maison À l'amour de ma vie
Louisiana! Je reviens Louisiana! près de toi Louisiana! au bout de mon chemin Louisiana! tu es là
Aren't You Glad Composer(s): Brian Wilson - Mike Love Performer(s): The Beach Boys
Today could be a lot of fun And precious one I'd feel good just to walk with you
Tonight will be a special treat You're so sweet And I feel good just to talk with you
You know that I been a long time needing you You say that you been a long time needing me And don't you know that there's so much more to come
I got a heart that just won't stop beating for you I got a love I just can't stop feeling for you
Aren't you glad now darling there's me and you (Tell me tell me you know what I mean) (me and you) And I say aren't you glad with these days comes somethin' new (Tell me tell me you know what I mean) (me and you) And I say aren't you glad now tell me you're so glad (Me and you)
(Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo) Today is another day Another way to get this feeling across to you Tonight will be another night That's outta sight cause I know the way to get close to you
You know that I'll be a long time loving you I hope that you'll be a long time loving me And don't you know that there's so much more to come
I got a heart that just won't stop beating for you I got a love I just can't stop feeling for you
Aren't you glad now darling there's me and you (Tell me tell me you know what I mean) (me and you) And I say aren't you glad with these days comes summer (Tell me tell me you know what I mean) (me and you) And I say aren't you glad now tell me you're so glad (Me and you)
Louisiana Composer(s): Andy Razaf - Bob Schafer - J.C. Johnson Performer(s): Fred Astaire and multiple other artists
My heart is heavy to see a levee A field of cane and corn I've not forgotten my land of cotton Down where I was born I'm through knocking around `Cause I'm Dixie bound
Louisiana, Louisiana I've been sad, mighty sad Louisiana, Louisiana Now I'm glad, so glad The whistle's blowin' The train is goin' Here I come, here I come I'm tired of roamin' That's why I'm homin' Back to happiness, and then some Louisiana, no place is grander I declare, I declare No skies are bluer No friends are truer Anywhere, anywhere Take me to your heart Give me one more start I'm the little child Just been runnin' wild Louisiana, Louisiana my own
Louisiana, Louisiana I've been sad, very sad Louisiana, Louisiana Now I'm glad, you wanna know `cause why, well listen The whistle's blowin' The train is goin' And here I come, here I come I'm so tired of roamin' That's why I'm homin' Takin' the midnight choo-choo train Won't be long till I'm back again Louisiana, no place is grander I declare, I declare No skies are bluer No friends are truer Anywhere, anywhere
Ja, ja, so blau, blau, blau blüht der Enzian Wenn beim Alpenglühen wir uns wiedersehen Mit ihren ro-, ro-, ro-, roten Lippen fing es an Die ich nie vergessen kann
Wenn des Sonntags früh um viere die Sonne aufgeht Und das Schweizer Madel auf die Alm 'naufgeht Bleib' ich ja so gern am Wegrand stehen, ja, stehen Denn das Schweizer Madel sang so schön Holla hia hia holla di holla di ho Holla hia hia holla di holla di ho Blaue Blumen dann am Wegrand stehen, ja, stehen Und das Schweizer Madel sang so schön
Ja, ja, so blau, blau blau blüht der Enzian Wenn beim Alpenglühen wir uns wiedersehen Mit ihren ro-, ro-, ro-, roten Lippen fing es an Die ich nie vergessen kann Die ich nie vergessen kann
In der ersten Hütte, da haben wir zusammen gesessen In der zweiten Hütte, da haben wir zusammen gegessen In der dritten Hütte hab ich sie geküßt Keiner weiß was dann geschehen ist Holla hia hia holla di holla di ho Holla hia hia holla di holla di ho In der dritten Hütte hab ich sie geküßt Keiner weiß was dann geschehen ist
Ja, ja, so blau, blau blau blüht der Enzian Wenn beim Alpenglühen wir uns wiedersehen Mit ihren ro-, ro-, ro-, roten Lippen fing es an Die ich nie vergessen kann Die ich nie vergessen kann Die ich nie vergessen kann Ja!
Louise Composer(s): Paul Siebel First release by: Paul Siebel - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
They all said Louise was not half bad It was written on the walls and window shades And how she'd act the little girl A deceiver, don't believe her, that's her trade Sometimes a bottle of Perfume Flowers and maybe some lace Men brought Louise 10 cent trinkets The intentions were easily traced And everybody knew at times she cried But woman like Louise well they get by
And everybody thought it kinda sad When they found Louise in her room They'd all put her down below their kind Still some cried when she died this afternoon Louise rode home on the mail train Somewhere to the south I heard them say Too bad it ended so ugly Too bad she had to go this way But the wind is blowin4 cold tonight Good night Louise good night
