The Book Of My Life
Composer(s): Sting
Performer(s): Sting



Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat
There's a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Can't Fight This Feeling
Composer(s): Kevin Cronin
Originally performed by: REO Speedwagon



I can't fight this feeling any longer
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show 
I tell myself that I can't hold out forever
I said there is no reason for my fear
'Cause I feel so secure when we're together
You give my life direction
You make everything so clear 

And even as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might 

And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever 

'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crushing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore 

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
I've been running round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that I'm following you, girl
'Cause you take me to the places that alone I'd never find 

And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might 

And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever 

'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crushing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

Ferry 'Cross The Mersey
Composer(s): Gerry Marsden
Performer(s): Gerry & The Pacemakers



Life goes on day after day
Hearts torn in every way

So ferry 'cross the Mersey
'cause this land's the place I love
and here I'll stay

People they rush everywhere
Each with their own secret care

So ferry 'cross the Mersey
and always take me there
The place I love

People around every corner
They seem to smile and say
We don't care what your name is boy
We'll never turn you away

So I'll continue to say
Here I always will stay

So ferry 'cross the Mersey
'cause this land's the place I love
and here I'll stay
and here I'll stay
Here I'll stay

The Book
Composer(s): Hans Gottwald - Paddy Roberts
Performer(s): David Whitfield



There's a book that my mother gave me
That I read when the long day is through
And the stories of old
In leaves edged with gold
Guide me whatever I do
For I know in its worn old pages
I shall find peace of mind when I look
And the wisdom of all the ages
Is there in my mother's book

It's a book that my mother gave me
That I read when the long day is through
And the stories of old
In leaves edged with gold
Guide me whatever I do
For I know in its worn old pages
I shall find peace of mind when I look
And the wisdom of all the ages
Is there in my mother's book

Can't Explain
Composer(s): John Echols - Arthur Lee - John Fleckenstein
First release by: Love
Covered by multiple other artists



Can't explain
Nothin' seems to be goin' right
Can't explain
Nothin' seems to be goin' right

Well now you wake up in the mornin'
Find your poor self dead
Well now you wake up in the mornin'
Find your poor self dead

What a shame
You always wanna start a fight
Can't explain
You always wanna start a fight

Well now you wake up in the mornin'
Find your poor self dead
Well now you wake up in the mornin'
Find your poor self dead

Let it go, what I say, yeah

Can't explain
You always wanna start a fight
Can't explain
You always wanna start a fight

Well now you wake up in the mornin'
Find your poor self dead
Well now you wake up in the mornin'
Find your poor self dead

Let it go, one more time, yeah

Ferris Wheel
Composer(s): Donovan
Performer(s): Donovan;
Lena Horne; Gabor Szabo



Walking in the seashore twilight
It's then you spy carnival lights
You slowly near the magic sight
Tangerine sky minus one kite
Take time an' tie your pretty hair
The gypsy driver doesn't care
If you catch your hair in the ferris wheel on top
In the ferris wheel on top
A silver bicycle you shall ride
To bathe your mind in the quiet tide
Far off as it seems your hair will mend
With a Samson's strength to begin again
Take time an' dry your pretty eyes
Watch the seagull fly far-off skies
To build its nest in the ferris wheel on top
In the ferris wheel on top
If ever I reach her
And the moral here, if any, my friend
Follow through your dream to the end
Dig the seagull fly across the sky
To build its nest in the ferris wheel
In the ferris wheel

Opportunity Please Knock
Composer(s): Oscar Brown Jr.
Performer(s): Chris Connor
and multiple other artists



The older I grow
The older I grow
With every tick of the clock
While I wait for mister Opportunity to knock
Opportunity, just knock!
Opportunity, please knock!

You don't have to come
Beatin' on no drum
You don't have to bam
Like a battering ram
And beat down my door
Because I couldn't stand the shock!
Opportunity, just knock!
Opportunity, please knock!

Don't come with a pash
Or a lightnin' flash
Don't land in my room
With a thunderous boom
Don't fly through my window
Like a house brick or rock
Opportunity, just knock!
Opportunity, please knock!

Knock and then enter
You'll be more than welcome here!
Show me a chance that's just halfway fair
And let me take it from there!
Opportunity, please
Opportunity, please knock!

There's a ship out at sea
Comin' in for me
I'm all set to go
Knock and let me know
And then get on your mock
And I will race you to the dock!
Opportunity, just knock!
Opportunity, please knock!

Opportunity, just knock!
Opportunity, just knock!
Opportunity, please, please!

Can't Even Get The Blues No More
Composer(s): Thomas William Damphier - Rick Carnes
Performer(s): Reba McEntire



I walk into the kitchen
The silverware is gone
The furniture is missing
I guess you got it all uh-huh
This is where it ought to hurt
Seems like every time you leave me
You try to think of something worse

I can't even get the blues no more
I try to worry like I did before
And nothing happens when I walk the floor
So what am I supposed to do
I toss and turn but then I fall asleep
I'm going under but it's not too deep
You want to hurt me but it's just no use
I can't even get the blues

Well this time ain't no different
The sun's up in the sky
Sitting on the back porch
Clouds are rolling by
Oh this is where it ought to rain
But it doesn't really matter
To me it's all about the same

I can't even get the blues no more
I try to worry like I did before
And nothing happens when I walk the floor
So what am I supposed to do
I toss and turn but then I fall asleep
I'm going under but it's not too deep
You want to hurt me but it's just no use
I can't even get the blues
(You try and hurt me)

I can't even get the blues no more
I try to worry like I did before
And nothing happens when I walk the floor
So what am I supposed to do
I toss and turn but then I fall asleep
I'm going under but it's not too deep
You want to hurt me but it's just no use
I can't even get the blues

Fernando
Composer(s): B. Tommy Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus
Performer(s): ABBA;
and various other artists



Can you hear the drums Fernando?
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In the firelight Fernando
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I'm not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

Now we're old and grey Fernando
And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande?
I can see it in your eyes
How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
Yes, if I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando...

Peace, Brother!
Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen - Eddie De Lange
Performer(s): Mildred Bailey; Benny Goodman



Peace brother, ain't you glad you're young and able?
Peace brother, chicken's on the table
Peace brother, trouble's just another fable
So they say!

Peace brother, ain't you glad you're through with hoein'?
Peace brother, cabin light's a-glowin'
Peace brother, lover's waitin' and you're goin'
Right that way!

Don't you get enough to eat?
Don't need shoes for your big feet!
Got a smile from ear to ear
Don't let it disappear
You can't be beat!

Peace brother, all your sins can be forgiven
Peace brother, ain't you glad you're livin'?
Peace brother, up to heaven you'll be driven
On that judgment day!

Can't Cross Over (River Come Down)
Composer(s): Irving Burgie
Performer(s): Miriam Makeba
and multiple other artists



The river come down
The river come down
River come down
I can't cross over
Why-o, why-o, why-o
I can't cross over

I wanted to go down
To the other side  of town
There was water all around
And I couldn't cross over
Why-o, why-o, why-o
I can't cross over

Well a gal she come by
And I give she the eye
So she started to sigh
And I couldn't cross over
Why-o, why-o, why-o
I can't cross over

The river come down
The river come down
River come down
And I couldn't cross over
Why-o, why-o, why-o
I can't cross over

Now bird he can fly
Foggy jump high
Fishes never die
And I couldn't cross over
Why-o, why-o, why-o
I can't cross over

A well I stole me a kiss
I couldn't resist
Just think what I'd a miss
If I could have crossed over
Why-o, why-o, why-o
I can't cross over

The river come down
The river come down
River come down
And I couldn't cross over
Why-o, why-o, why-o
I can't cross over

I had a curiosity
Now I got a family
Bouncing baby on my knee
'Cause I couldn't cross over
Why-o, why-o, why-o
I can't cross over

So when you see your neighbor daughter
Better run for the water
You'll do things you hadn't ought to
If you can't cross over
Why-o, why-o, why-o
I can't cross over

The river come down
The river come down
River come down
And I couldn't cross over
Why-o, why-o, why-o
I can't cross over

Fernande
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Carla Bruni



Une manie de vieux garçon
Moi j'ai pris l'habitude
D'agrémenter ma sollitude
Aux accents de cette chanson

{Refrain:}
Quand je pense à Fernande
Je bande, je bande
Quand j' pense à Felicie
Je bande aussi
quand j' pense à Léonor
Mon dieu je bande encore
Mais quand j' pense à Lulu
Là je ne bande plus
La bandaison papa
Ça n' se commande pas.

C'est cette mâle ritournelle
Cette antienne virile
Qui retentit dans la guérite
De la vaillante sentinelle.

Afin de tromper son cafard
De voir la vie moins terne
Tout en veillant sur sa lanterne
Chante ainsi le gardien de phare

Après la prière du soir
Comme il est un peu triste
Chante ainsi le séminariste
A genoux sur son reposoire.

A l'Etoile où j'était venu
Pour ranimer la flamme
J'entendis émus jusqu'au larmes
La voix du soldat inconnu.

Et je vais mettre un point final
A ce chant salutaire
En suggérant au solitaire
D'en faire un hymme national

Ours
Composer(s): Cole Porter
Performer(s): Lena Horne
and multiple other artists



The high gods above
Look down and laugh at our love
And say to themselves
"How tawdry it's grown!"
They've seen our cars
In front of so many bars
When we should have been under the stars
Together but alone!
Ours is the chance
To make romance
Our own!

Ours, the white Riviera under the moon
Ours, a gondola gliding on a lagoon
Ours, a temple serene by the green Arabian Sea
Or maybe you'd rather be going out, buying gay Paree!

Ours, the silent sierras greeting the dawn
Or a sun-spotted Devonshire lawn
Dotted with flowers
Mine the inclination
Yours the inspiration
Why don't we take a vacation
And make it all ours?

Ours, the glitter of Broadway, Saturday night
Ours, a box at the Garden watching a fight
Ours, the mad, the brouhaha at the Plaza's Persian Room
Or, if this fills you with gloom
We can go and admire Grant's Tomb!

Ours, a home on the river facing the east
Or in one of Park Avenue's least
Frightening towers
Oh, this champion chattin'
Sounds to me like Latin!
Why don't we stay in Manhattan
And make it all 
Why don't we stay in Manhattan
And make it all ours?

Can't Buy Me Love
((French Version: Je Ne Peux L'acheter (by Les Lionceaux) - 1964))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists



Can't buy me love, love
Can't buy me love

I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright
I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright
'Cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

I'll give you all I got to give if you say you love me too
I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so
Can't buy me love, no no no, no

Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy
I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love

Fernand
Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest
Performer(s): Jacques Brel; Patrick Bruel; 
Michel Jonasz; François Rauber



Dire que Fernand est mort
Dire qu'il est mort Fernand
Dire que je suis seul derrière
Dire qu'il est seul devant
Lui dans sa dernière bière
Moi dans mon brouillard
Lui dans son corbillard
Moi dans mon désert
Devant y a qu'un cheval blanc
Derrière y a que moi qui pleure
Dire qu' a même pas de vent
Pour agiter mes fleurs
Moi si j'étais l'Bon Dieu
Je crois qu'j'aurais des remords
Dire que maintenant il pleut
Dire que Fernand est mort

Dire qu'on traverse Paris
Dans le tout p'tit matin
Dire qu'on traverse paris
Et qu'on dirait Berlin
Toi, toi, toi tu sais pas
Tu dors mais c'est triste à mourir
D'être obligé d'partir
Quand Paris dort encore
Moi je crève d'envie
De réveiller des gens
J't'inventerai une famille
Juste pour ton enterrement
Et puis si j'étais l'Bon Dieu
Je crois que je ne serais pas fier
Je sais on fait ce qu'on peut
Mais il y a la manière

Tu sais je reviendrai
Je reviendrai souvent
Dans ce putain de champ
Où tu dois te reposer
L'été je ferai de l'ombre
On boira du silence
À la santé d'Constance
Qui se fout bien d'ton ombre
Et puis les adultes sont tellement cons
Qu'ils nous feront bien une guerre
Alors je viendrai pour de bon
Dormir dans ton cimetière
Et maintenant bon Dieu
Tu as bien rigolé
Et maintenant bon Dieu
Et maintenant j'vais pleurer

Prove It By The Things You Do
Composer(s): Doris Fisher - Allan Roberts
Performer(s): Bing Crosby



It's easy to say you love me
Easy to say you're true
Easy to say those words to me
But prove it by the things you do!

It's easy to say you miss me
When you're alone and blue
Easy to say you care for me
But prove it by the things you do!

Don't hold my hand when there's company
Don't kiss me when folks can see
Just do those things when we're alone
They mean so much more to me!

It's easy to fool a sweetheart
Who has so much faith in you
You don't have to say "I love you!"
If you prove it by the things you do!

Baby, you'd better stop holdin' my hand in crowds
Don't kiss me when there's company
Just do those things when we're alone
They mean so much more to me!

Baby, easy to fool a sweetheart
'specially when she has so much faith in you
You don't have to say "I love you!"
If you prove it
(how you gonna prove it?
By the things you do!
(prove it by the things you do!)

Can't Believe You Wanna Leave
Composer(s): Lloyd Price
First release by: Little Richard - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists



I can't believe you wanna leave
When you know it'd hurt me so
And on bending knees
I beg you please not to go

Take the vows of love we had
And all the fun that we had
And now you know you wanna leave
Don't you know that it'd drive me mad

My life
My heart
My love in your hands
And now you want to leave me
You wanna leave me for another man 

Take the vows of love we had
And all the fun that we had
And now - you wanna leave
Now, don't you know that would drive me mad

My heart
My love
My life is in your hands
And now - you want to leave me
You wanna leave me for another man

Take the vows of love we had
And all the fun that we had
And now you know you wanna leave
Now, don't you know that would drive me mad

Fermín
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Javier Solis;
and various other artists



Por su temple y su valor y por su arte verdadero
todos dicen que armillita es un maestro de cuerpo entero
Ídolo de la afición por el arte y el embrujo
con su capote de lujo la tierra hispana lo consagró

En un pase de Fermín se ha enredado una chiquilla
esa chiquilla es Sevilla, armilla, armilla
Pinturero del mandil, torerazo maravilla
que domina con postín, eres amo y señor de la fiesta cañí: ¡olé!

En un pase de Fermín se ha enredado una chiquilla
esa chiquilla es Sevilla, armilla, armilla
Pinturero del mandil, torerazo maravilla
que domina con postín, eres amo y señor de la fiesta cañí: olé

Really And Truly
Composer(s): Jack Popplewell - Michael Carr
Performer(s): Vera Lynn



Constant for ever, my love for you
As the blue of a tropic lagoon
As the flight
Through the night
Of the moon

Really and truly I love you
No-one I cherish above you!
Even the light of a star
Fades at the sight of the dream that you are!

Really and truly my poor heart
Bows in surrender to your heart
I love no other but you
Oh really and truly I do!

Really and truly my poor heart
Bows in surrender to your heart
I love no other but you
Believe me darling
Really and truly I do!

Canoítas Tristes
Composer(s): Horacio Guarany - Ciro Rodolfo Ovejero
Performer(s): Horacio Guarany



Llanto que se va en la tarde
buscando dónde anidar
lleva río abajo el canto
de esta pena vieja de mi Litoral ...
Guitarreando una esperanza
sauce y viento llevaran
galopando, la nostalgia
del gurí dolido de tanto remar!
Sangra el ceibo al besar el sol!
Su garganta quiere cantar
Canoitas tristes, siempre río abajo
canten en vez de llorar!
Liñador del alma, el viento
quiere ser un pescador
y arrojar sobre la pena
del mudo ranchito, su pesca mayor
Despeinando su tristeza
camalotales en flor
aguas arriba, cantando
alzarán un día su ardiente verdor!
Sangra el ceibo al besar el sol!
Su garganta quiere cantar
Canoitas tristes, siempre río abajo
canten en vez de llorar!