The Death Of Little Kathy Fiscus
Composer(s): Jimmie Osborne
Performer(s): Jimmie Osborne; Howard Vokes



On April the eighth, the year forty-nine
Death claimed a little child, so pure and so fine
Kathy they called her, met her doom that day
I know it was God that called her away

Playmates of Kathy were all havin' fun
The story was told, they all started to run
And as they looked back, she wasn't there
It's so sad to think of this tragic affair

Just like a beast in a forest that day
The abandoned well took Kathy away
For over two days the well was her tomb
Everyone kept prayin' they'd get her out soon

Thousands were there, from far and from near
Workmen they struggled, against sadness and tears
But after two days, their hopes grew so weak
They called down to Kathy, but she never did speak

After working so hard, both day and night
Digging for hours, she came into sight
The little darlin' was dead, her life it was gone
Now in San Merino there's a heartbroken home

I'm sure she's an angel in God's peaceful fold
Playing with children in a mansion of gold
As I stand alone, humbly I bow
I know Kathy's happy, up there with God now

Carolina Sunshine
Composer(s): Walter Hirsch - Erwin R. Schmidt



Down in Carolina where the sunbeams play 
Down where all the world seems bright 
Pickaninies romping all the day 
In the cotton fields of white 
How my heart is yearning to be there once more 
Just to hear the darkies song 
Carolina sunshine calls me back to the place where I belong

Carolina Sun I'm lonesome 
Carolina Sun I'm blue 
When the day is done I'm pining 
For a sight of you 
Makes no difference where I wander 
Any place I chance to roam 
When the golden sun sinks in the West 
Then I think of home

Flames Of Paradise
Composer(s): Bruce Roberts; Andy Goldmark
Performer(s): Elton John; Jennifer Rush



You're walking, talking like a flame, baby
You're walking, talking like a flame, baby

Never knew what my heart would be facing
Guess I must have been blind saying goodbye yo you, baby
Close my eyes at night I can taste it
I'm running back in the fire where I once had you, baby

You said don't ever leave me
But I say that's something I won't ever do

I want you back in my arms
In the flames of paradise
In the flames of paradise
I want you back in my arms
In the flames of paradise
The flames of paradise

I give all of my love just to you
It's been so long baby
I give you all my love waits for you
Don't take too long baby

I've been making some brave conversation
Telling friends I'm way better off without you
Then I was living in my imagination
Thinking I could make it without you too baby

My heart tried to deceive me
But that's one thing it just can't do

You said don't ever leave me
Oh that's one thing I won't ever do

The Dean And I
Performer(s): 10 cc



Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways

Hey kids, let me tell you how I met your mom
We were dancin' and romancin' at the Senior Prom
It was no infatuation
But a gradual graduation
From a boy to a man
Let me tell you while I can
The soda pop came free

Hey sis one kiss and I was heaven bound
Now who would have guessed
Milton's Paradise Lost
Could be found?

But in the eyes of the Dean his daughter
Was doin' what she shouldn'a oughta
But a man's got to do
What a man's got to do
The consequence should be
Church bells, three swells
The Dean, his daughter, and me

They were dating in the park
They were smooching in the dark
Of a doorway for two
She whispered "I love you 
Ooh, you know I never felt this way before
Ooh, you know the elevator in my heart
Has gone awol awol awol"

And then I kissed her
And when I kissed her
It's a wonderful world
When you're rolling in kisses

Now, the paint is peeling
Now, and when the chips are dowin
Now, you kinda lose all feeling
Now, your head goes round and round
Round and round and round and round
And round and round and round
I'm throwing myself off this train

Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways
Hum drum days
And a hum drum ways
Hum drum days, he's got
Hum drum ways, oh boy

Hey, you know I'm really earning now
My ship came in with a cargo of dollars
My name's lit up on the prow
It's a wonderful world
When you're rolling in dollars
Rolling in dollars
Rolling in dollars
Now

Carolina Moon
Composer(s): Joe Burke - Benny Davis
Performer(s): Perry Como
and multiple other artists



Carolina moon keep shining
Shining on the one who waits for me
Carolina moon I'm pining
Pining for the place I long to be

How I'm hoping tonight you'll go
Go to the right window
Scatter your light, say I'm alright
Please do
Tell her that I'm blue and lonely
Dreamy Carolina moon

Keep shining on the one who waits for me

I'm pining for the place I long to be

How I'm hoping tonight you'll go
Go to the right window
Scatter your light, say I'm alright
Please do
Tell her that I'm blue and lonely
Dreamy Carolina moon

Flamenco Epanol
Composer(s): Kurt Feltz; Heinz Gietz
Performer(s): Caterina Valente



Flamenco espanol
La milsica del sol
Gitano
he
gitano
einfach doll
Flamenco espanol
en el pais del sol
Gitano
he
gitano
wundervoll

Eviva la cancion
Eviva el patron
Und die Gitarren
Plim-wi-di-bim
. . .
Wie liebe ich sie
Eviva el bailador
Eviva el amor
Und Andalusiens 
Plim-wi-di-bim
. . .
vergesse ich nie

Eviva el Flamenco
Flamenco espanol
Und die Musik
die ruft mich
he
komm wieder
komm wieder zu mir
Eviva el Flamenco
Flamenco espanol
Wenn die Musik ich hör'
dann komm ich wieder

Ja
dann komm ich wieder zu dir
Flamenco espanol
. . .

The Deadwood Stage
Composer(s): Sammy Fain - Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Doris Day
and multiple other artists



Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-rolling on over the plains
With the curtains flappin’ and the driver a-snappin’ the reins
A beautiful sky, a wonderful day
Whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away

Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-headin’ on over the hills
Where the Injun arrows are thicker than porcupine quills
Dangerous land, no time to delay                                      
So, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away

We’re headed straight for town
Loaded down with a fancy cargo
Care of Wells & Fargo, Illinois, boy

Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-comin’ on over the crest
Like a homing-pigeon that’s a-hankerin’ after its nest
Twenty-three miles we’ve covered today
So, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away

Introducing Henry Miller
Just as busy as a fizzy sasparilla
Ain’t a showman any smarter operates the Golden Garter
When the cream of Deadwood City comes to dine
And I’m glad to say he’s a friend of mine
Hi Joe, say, where d’ya get them fancy clothes
I know, off some fella’s laundry line
Hi Beau, aren’t you a prairie rose
Smellin’ like a watermelon vine
Here’s a man the sheriff watches
On his gun there’s more than twenty-seven notches
On the draw there’s no one faster and you’re flirting with disaster
When Bill Hickok’s reputation you malign
And I’m glad to say he’s a very good friend of a friend of mine

Carolina In The Morning
Composer(s): Walter Donaldson - Gus Kahn
First performance/First recording by: Willie & Eugene Howard - 1922/Marion Harris - 1922
Covered by multiple other artists



"Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina"

Wishing is good time wasted
Still it's a habit they say
Wishing for sweet's I've tasted
That's all I do all day
Maybe there's nothing in wishing
But, speaking of wishing I'll say

Nothing could be finer
Than to be in Carolina
In the morning

No one could be sweeter
Than my sweetie when I meet her
In the morning

When the morning glories
Twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more
Strolling with my girlie
Where the dew is pearly early
In the morning

Butterflies all flutter up
And kiss each little buttercup
At dawning
If I had Alladin's lamp
For only a day
I'd make a wish
And here's what I'd say

Nothing could be finer
Than to be in Carolina
In the morning

Dreaming was meant for night time
I live in dreams all the day
I know it's not the right time
But still I dream away
What could be sweeter than dreaming
Just dreazming and drift away

Nothing could be finer
Than to be in Carolina
In the morning

No one could be sweeter
Than my sweetie when I meet her
In the morning

When the morning glories
Twine around the door
Whispering pretty stories
I long to hear once more
Strolling with my girlie
Where the dew is pearly early
In the morning

Butterflies all flutter up
And kiss each little buttercup
At dawning
If I had Alladin's lamp
For only a day
I'd make a wish
And here's what I'd say

Nothing could be finer
Than to be in Carolina
In the morning

Flamenco Des Flandres
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Mille ans déjà que je suis là
Sur la terre des Flandres
Soldat du roi, sans foi ni loi
Sans plus rien attendre
Soldat qui n'a que ses dix doigts
Pour jouer sur sa guitare
Le flamenco, dernier écho
D'un reste de mémoire

Dans mon pays, là-bas très loin
Entre la mer et la montagne
Il y a la fille que j'aimais bien
Qui devait être ma compagne

Les filles d'ici sont bien jolies
On en oublie la guerre
Leurs yeux sont bleus et leurs cheveux
Plus blonds que la lumière
Pour s'enivrer, au cabaret
On s'offre du genièvre
Mais rien n'y fait pour étouffer
L'air qui monte à mes lèvres

Dans mon pays, là-bas très loin
Entre la mer et la montagne
Il y a la fille que j'aimais bien
Qui devait être ma compagne

Mais si je meurs au champ d'honneur
Dites à mes camarades
Qu'ils ne fassent pas sonner le glas
Aux cloches de Grenade

Pour demander l'éternité
Suffit d'une guitare
Et quelque part une fille en noir
Qui me garde en mémoire

"En mi país ahi muy lejo
Mentre il mar e la montaña
Esta la niña que io quería"

D-Day Dodgers
Performer(s): Ian Campbell Folk Group - 1966
and multiple other artists



There is a song the Eighth Army used to sing
Marching through the desert, marching with a swing
But now they're on a different game
Although the tune is still the same
The words have all been altered
The words we're singing still...

We're the D-Day Dodgers, here in Italy
Drinking all the vino, always on a spree
We didn't land with Eisenhower
And so they think we're just a shower
For we're the D-Day Dodgers
Out here in Italy

We're the D-Day dodgers, out here in Italy
Always drinking vino, always on a spree
Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks
We go to war in ties, like swanks
We are the D-Day Dodgers
Way out in Italy

Here's to Lady Astor, our pin up girl out here
She's the dear old lady, who sends us such good beer
And when we get our Astor band
We'll be the proudest in the land
For we're the D-Day Dodgers
Out here in Italy

We landed in Salerno, a holiday with pay
Jerry brought the band out to cheer us on our way
Showed us the sights and gave us tea
We all sang songs, the beer was free
To welcome D-Day Dodgers
To sunny Italy

Salerno and Cassino, were taken in our stride
We didn't go to fight there, we went there for the ride
Anzio and Sanzio were just names
We only went to look for dames
The artful D-Day Dodgers
Out here in Italy

Around Lake Trasimano, we had a lovely time
Bags of wine and women, they didn't cost a dime
Base wallahs, amgot and the Yanks
All stayed in Rome to dodge the tanks
For we're the D-Day Dodgers
Out here in Italy

We stayed a week in Florence, polished off the wine
Then thumbed our way to Rimini, through the Gothic Line
Soon to Bologna we will go
When Jerry's gone across the Po
For we're the D-Day Dodgers
The lads that D-Day dodged

We hear the boys in France are going home on leave
After six months service, it's a shame they're not relieved
But we can carry on out here
For what may be a few more years
For we're the D-Day Dodgers
Out here in Italy

Once we heard a rumour we were going home
Back to dear old Blighty, never more to roam
Then someone said in France you'll fight
We answered: "No, we'll just sit tight!"
For we're the D-Day Dodgers
The lads that D-Day dodged

When the war is over and we've done our bit
Climbing over mountains, through mud and sleet and 
Then we will all be sent out east
Till B.L.A. have been released
For we're the D-Day Dodgers,
Out here in Italy.

Forgotten by the many, remembered by the few
We'd our armistice when an armestice was new
One million Germans gave up to us
We finished our war without much fuss
For we're the D-Day Dodgers
Out here in Italy

Dearest Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot
Standing on the platform, talking tommyrot
Dear England's sweetheart and her pride
We think your mouth's too bleedin' wide
>From all the D-Day Dodgers
In sunny Italy

If you look around the mountains in the mud and rain
You'll find scattered crosses, some which bear no name
Heart break and toil and suffering gone
The boys beneath them slumber on
For they're the D-Day Dodgers
Who stayed in Italy

Carolina In My Mind
Composer(s): James Taylor
First release by: James Taylor - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists



In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind

Karin she's a silver sun
You best walk her way and watch it shinin'
Watch her watch the mornin' come
A silver tear appearing now I'm cryin'
Ain't I goin' to Carolina in my mind

There ain't no doubt it no ones mind
That loves the finest thing around
Whisper something soft and kind
And hey babe the sky's on fire, I'm dyin'
Ain't I goin' to Carolina in my mind

In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind

Dark and silent last last night
I think I might have heard the highway calling
Geese in flight and dogs that bite
Signs that might be omens say I going, going
I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind

With a holy host of others standing 'round me
Still I'm on the dark side of the moon
And it seems like it goes on like this forever
You must forgive me
If I'm up and gone to Carolina in my mind

In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina
Can't you see the sunshine
Can't you just feel the moonshine
Maybe just like a friend of mine
It hit me from behind
Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind

Flamenco Bleu
Composer(s): L. Gaste; 
J. Eaton; F. Shuman; L. Wagner
Performer(s): Dalida



Flamenco bleu des jours heureux
Chanson qui parle d'une guitare au cœur de feu

Le ciel brûlant
Couleur de sang
Etrangement semblait
Partager nos secrets
Je te revoie entre mes bras
Avec tes yeux cherchant mes yeux
Rempli de toi

Chanson des jours d'adieux
Flamenco bleu
Que nous dansions heureux

Tu m'attendras
Je reviendrai
Et dans tes bras je te rendrais
Tous les baisers qu'un soir tu m'as donné

Flamenco bleu
Mon ciel est si bleu de joie

Dagny
Composer(s): Owe Törnqvist
Performer(s): Owe Törnqvist



We didn't know what love was all about
till little Dagny came to town
Now we're sitting in her coffee shop
dunkin' doughnuts all day long
All of us singing desperately

Dagny, come back and spill
wow-wow-wow- -Dagny, one more refill
Listen to my heart sing
Trala-diddle dill

Such a beauty we had never seen
so we began to plot and scheme
The best of friends in Dagny's coffee shop
becoming rivals for this dream
to see who was the first to win the love of

Carolina Hard Core Ecstasy
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa; The Muffin Men



I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon
She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon
But she was something I could lay on
Can't remember what became of me ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
She put a Doobie Brothers tape on
(La la la la la-ahh la)
I had a Roger Daltrey cape on
(A Roger Daltrey cape on)
There was a bed I dumped her shape on
Can't remember what became of me ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
Somewhat later on
I woke up and she was gone
There was dew out on the lawn
In the sunrise
Later she came back
With a rumpled paper sack
Which she told me would contain
A surprise
She stuck her hand right in it to the bottom
Said she knew I'd be surprised she got 'em
Take a Charleston pimp to spot 'em
Then she gave a pair of shoes to me ...
Plastic leather, 14 triple D
I said: "I wonder what's the shoes for?"
She told me: "Don't you worry no more!"
And got right down there on the tile floor
Now Darling Stomp All Over Me! ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
Is this something new
Having people stomp on you?
Is it what I need to do
For your pleasure?
(Yo' pleasure ... it's ... uh ... uh ... all I need)
"What is this, a quiz?
Don't you worry what it is
It is merely just a moment
I can treasure ..."
(What is ...?) (You know ...)
By ten o'clock her arms and legs were rendered
She couldn't talk 'cause her mouth had been extendered
Looked to me as though she had been blendered
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
Well ...
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
It might seem strange to Herb and Dee
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!

Flamenca Real
Performer(s): Jaime Roos



Tengo pocas armonías
y las guardo para ti
Tengo pocas novedades
y las traigo para ti 

Hay días que pienso en mi vida
lejos de tu maldición
Hay días que le tengo ganas
a tus caderas bordó

Flamenca Real
Reina del Carnaval

Voy a dibujar la estela
de tus pies sobre el cristal
Voy a enseñarte mis lujos
pasodoble y chachachá

La Flor de Maastricht
Violento Elixir
Flamenca Real

The Days Of Sand And Shovels
Composer(s): Bud Reneau - Doyle Marsh
Performer(s): Bobby Vinton
and multiple other artists



When I noticed her the first time
I was outside running barefoot in the rain
She lived in the house next door
Her nose was pressed against the window pane
When I looked at her she smiled
And showed a place where two teeth used to be
And I heard her ask her mom
If she could come outside and play with me
Soon the days of sand and shovels
Gave way to the mysteries of life
Then I noticed she was changing
And I looked at her through different eyes
We became as one and knew a love
Without beginning or an end
And everyday I lived with her
Was like a new day dawning once again
And I've loved her since
Every doll was Shirley Temple
Soda pop was still a nickel
Jam was on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips
After many years our love grew silent
And at night I heard her cry
And when she left me in the fall
I knew that this would be our last goodbye
I was man enough to give her
Everything she needed for a while
But in searching for a pefect love
I found that I could not give her a child
Now she lives a quiet life
And is a mother of a little girl
And everytime I pass her house
My thoughts go back into another world
Cause I see her little girl
Her nose is pressed against the window pane
And she thinks I'm a lonely man
Who wants to come inside out of the rain
And I've loved her since
Every doll was Shirley Temple
Soda pop was still a nickel
Jam was on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips

Carolina
((English Version: Sad Sweet Dreamer (Sweet Sensation))
Composer(s): Des Parton - Pierre Delanoë - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Joe Dassin



Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait

Elle est si jolie, si fragile
Qu'on a presque peur, presque peur d'y toucher
Elle est le bonheur impossible à rêver

Elle ressemble un peu à ma chance
J'ai presque peur, presque peur d'y penser
Et plus je la vois plus je pense à rêver

Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait

Elle a le regard de l'enfance
Mais elle a aussi les pouvoirs de la fée
C'est la beauté qui commence à rêver

Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait

Je me suis fait prendre au piège
Oh, mais j'aime ma prison
Et c'est si bon de perdre la raison

Un matin, le printemps se donne
Je sais bien, je sais bien qu'il va s'en aller
Mais j'ai tellement mieux que l'automne à rêver

Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer que tu viendrais
Carolina, je n'aurais jamais pu imaginer qu'on s'aimerait

Flambée Montalbanaise
Composer(s): Gus Viseur
Performer(s): André Minvielle;
and various other artists



Oyez la mélodie
Le fond du soir
Un café
Écoutez, c'est le blues
Du coin le Gus y joue
Du biniou
Comm' fait Bach
Pour une chanson
Pucelle aux ailes déployées
Rame, langue Albatros
Pique et trame au papier
Le cap et la falaise, balèze!
J'écoutais montalbanaise
Une envolée de braises
Noyé, je m'eau de vie-gueur
Viseur au coeur, liqueur soeur
A cloche-pieds, cigarette
Une bouffée volée, yé
Au vent de la postérité
Allez vas-y va
Chaloupe ta mélopée
Ma chanson de café
Charlie passe Parker
Et l'Gus au biniou
Souffle aussi
Comme Black au sax
Si le be -bop à valser
Devait sceller vos nuits
Blues et Polka piquée
Temps
Tu nous réconcilies
M'entends-tu d'accordéon?
Monteille c’était tout petit
Le paradis d'été
Sambapathie, dada plouc
On ramait bal d'amour flou
Mais un souffle est dévoilé
Une poussée bleue, d'envie
M'accroche au cœur, thank you Viseur

Et ceux, les "griff' le temps"
Ont mis les doigts de cordes
Apaches et Django Mississipi
Didi guitare aussi m'a dit
Et Paris loue, Paris prie
Le tango bord de Marne
Chavire la valsouze
Intemporelle et blues

Goutte à goutte ces divines
My lady valsées
Filles et femmes tam-tam
Au fil du temps
Funambules et modernité
(Comme) on jette à l'eau du calme
Un caillou ricochet
Par ondes d'ondes là
Passe-passe l'écho
Des papis d'au-delà du top
Réveillez la mélodie, la chanson des cafés
Vocalise la bob French
Scat et valsez one more
D'oc
Comme un souffle dévoilé
Une poussée bleue d'envie
Accroche au cœur, thank you Viseur

Il Volto Della Vita
((Adapted from: Days Of Pearly Spencer (David McWilliams) - 1967))
Composer(s): David McWilliams - Daiano - Mogol
Performer(s): Caterina Caselli - 1968



Con il corpo sono qui
Ma la mente mia non c'è
Corre dietro a dei ricordi
E chi la ferma píu

I miei occhi sono chiusi
Ma ci vedo molto bene
Son davanti ad una casa
Entro e vedo te

Il volto della vita, ah ah
Il volto dell'amore

Rose rosse alle pareti
Giochi d'ombra sul tuo viso
Come ali le mie braccia
Si apron verso te

Ed ancora la mia mente
Non è stanca di vagare
E mi porta lungo il fiume
E in fondo vedo te

Il volto della vita, ah ah
Il volto dell'amore

Sei vestito un poco strano
Ma d'altronde, come sempre
Il mio cuore ti fa festa
Solo a un passo da te

Ma qualcuno ha bussato
E il mio viaggio è terminato
Io mi alzo per aprire
Apro e vedo te

Il volto della vita, ah ah
Il volto dell'amore

Il volto della vita, ah ah

Carolina
Performer(s): Chico Buarque



Carolina
Nos seus olhos fundos
Guarda tanta dor
A dor de todo esse mundo
Eu já lhe expliquei que não vai dar
Seu pranto não vai nada mudar
Eu já convidei para dançar
É hora, já sei, de aproveitar
Lá fora, amor
Uma rosa nasceu
Todo mundo sambou
Uma estrela caiu
Eu bem que mostrei sorrindo
Pela janela, ói que lindo
Mas Carolina não viu

Carolina
Nos seus olhos tristes
Guarda tanto amor
O amor que já não existe
Eu bem que avisei, vai acabar
De tudo lhe dei para aceitar
Mil versos cantei pra lhe agradar
Agora não sei como explicar
Lá fora, amor
Uma rosa morreu
Uma festa acabou
Nosso barco partiu
Eu bem que mostrei a ela
O tempo passou na janela
Só Carolina não viu