The Rose Of The Mountain Trail
Composer(s): Jack Caddigan - Charles A. Brennan



Far away on a mountain trail way down in Mexico 
Every day when the sun is sinking low and the tropic breezes blow 
There I stray to a flower bower near a bungalow
To my Rose who is waiting there

Moon shines bright on that mountain trail way down in Mexico 
Its love light shining like a beacon there on the blackness of her hair 
Wondrous sight in among the cactus of the mountain trail 
Just one Rose growing all alone

On the Mountain Trail, there's a Rose that grows so wonderful 
It's the only Rose that the Mountain knows
It was placed there 
Just for me and I will take her soon on a saddle back 
Honeymoon I'll strike a golden claim
when I change the name of the Rose of the Mountain Trail

Close To The Edge
Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Steve Howe
Performer(s): Yes



I. The Solid Time Of Change


A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun
And take away the plain in which we move
And choose the course you're running

Down at the edge, round by the corner
Not right away, not right away
Close to the edge, down by a river
Not right away, not right away

Crossed the line around the changes of the summer
Reaching to call the color of the sky
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see
Getting over all the time I had to worry
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name

Down at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done
Now that you find, now that you're whole



II. Total Mass Retain


My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand

Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see
As armoured movers took approach to overlook the sea
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be

Down at the edge, close by a river
Close to the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by the corner
Down at the edge, round by the river 

Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all, the journey takes you all the way
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain

Down at the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down



III. I Get Up, I Get Down


In her white lace
You can clearly see the lady sadly looking
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain

I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
Two million people barely satisfy
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late
The eyes of honesty can achieve
How many millions do we deceive each day? 

[Thru the duty she would coil their said
amusement of her story asking only interest
could be laid upon the children of her domain]

I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down 

In charge of who is there in charge of me
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The truth is written all along the page
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down



IV. Seasons Of Man


The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above
Ah, ah

Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark

Close to the edge, down by the river
Down at the end, round by the corner
Seasons will pass you by
Now that it's all over and done
Called to the seed, right to the sun
Now that you find, now that you're whole
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down

Retrospectiva
Composer(s): Pedro Guerra
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto



Pasé por ese lugar
que la lluvia mojó alguna vez con los dedos
del suelo cayo hasta sus ojos
de alli resbaló hasta el suelo

Tanto que pudo pasar
y no fue mas que luz que escapó de algun sueño
que se puede hacer si esta escrito
que te quiere amar, a quien tienes que amar
Ya nunca vuelve a llover
en el mismo lugar donde ayer hubo vuelos
y hoy pasa un recuerdo, la lluvia
el amor que mojó tu pelo

Tanto que pudo pasar
y al final no pasó mas que nada, y el tiempo
Que se puede hacer si esta escrito
que te quiere amar, a quien tienes que amar
Pasé por ese lugar
donde dije el amor y rogue por un beso
pense que debia morir o correr
hasta golpeo tu silencio

Tanto que pudo pasar
y ahora busco el amor y me nacen recuerdos
Que se puede hacer
si esta escrito
que te quiere amar
a quien tienes que amar

The Rose Of No Man's Land
Composer(s): Jack Caddigan - James A. Brennan
Performer(s): William Thomas
and multiple other artists



I've seen some beautiful flowers
Grow in life's garden fair
I've spent some wonderful hours
Lost in their fragrance rare
But I have found another
Wondrous beyond compare...

There's a rose that grows in no-man's land
And it's wonderful to see
Though its sprayed with tears, it will live for years
In my garden of memory

It's the one red rose the soldier knows
It's the work of the Master's hand
'Neath the War's great curse stands a Red Cross nurse
She's the rose of no-man's land

Out in the heavenly splendour 
Down to the trail of woe
God in his mercy has sent her
Fearing the World below
We call her Rose of Heaven
We've longed to love her so...

There's a rose that grows in no-man's land
And it's wonderful to see
Though its sprayed with tears, it will live for years
In my garden of memory

It's the one red rose the soldier knows
It's the work of the Master's hand
'Neath the War's great curse stands a Red Cross nurse
She's the rose of no-man's land

Close To Cathy
Composer(s): Bob Goodman; Earl Shuman
Performer(s): Mike Clifford



I'm so close to Cathy
I know just what she's dreamin' of
She always calls me up to tell me
Every time she falls in love

Oh, I'm so close to Cathy
I know her every tender sigh
She loves to cry upon my shoulder
Always for some other guy

Oh, why can't she see
The one true, lasting love in her life should be me?

I'm so close to Cathy
As close as anyone can be
And I'll stay close to Cathy
Hoping some day she'll feel close to me

I'm so close to Cathy
As close as anyone can be
And I'll stay close to Cathy
Hoping some day she'll feel close to me

Retrato Marrom
Composer(s): Rodger Rogério; Fausto Nilo
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner



Ai meu coração sem Natureza
Vê se estanca esta tristeza
Que ilumina o escuro bar
O nosso amor é um escuro bar
Suspiro azul das bocas presas
O medo em minha mão
Que faz tremer a tua mão
Traspassa o coração
Joga fumaça em meu pulmão
Silente esquina do Brasil
Nos verdes mares calma lama
Um desespero sem canção
Guarda o teu olhar de ave presa
Na toalha de uma mesa
Sem mirar a luz do sol
Não há calor na luz do sol
O fim da festa é uma certeza
Te vejo em minha vida
Como um retrato marrom
São lembranças perdidas
De um passado e tudo bom
Brilha um punhal em teu olhar
Sinto o veneno do teu beijo
Era moderno o meu batom...

Rose Of Allendale
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Mary Black
and multiple other artists



The moon was bright, the night was clear
No breeze came over the sea
When Mary left her highland home
And wandered forth with me
The flowers be-decked the mountainside
And fragrance filled the vale
But by far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale 

Oh the Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the Rose of Allendale 

Where e'er I wandered east or west
Though fate began to lour
A solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour
When tempests lashed our lonely barque
And rent her quivering sail
One maiden's form withstood the storm
'Twas the Rose of Allendale 

Oh sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
One maiden's form withstood the storm
'Twas the Rose of Allendale 

And when my fever'd lips were parched
On Afric's burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of distant lands
My life has been a wilderness
Unblessed by fortune's wheel
Had fate not linked my love to hers
The Rose of Allendale 

Oh sweet Rose of Allendale
Sweet Rose of Allendale
Had fate not linked my love to hers
The Rose of Allendale

Close The Door
Composer(s): Ebb; Klein
Performer(s): The Stargazers



Bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-dah
Look out!
Bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-dah
Close the door, they're comin' through the window
Close the door, they're runnin' up the stairs
Close the door
They're hangin' off the ceiling
Those (Bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-dah) are everywhere
He was watering the flowers by the window sill
And then he saw them comin' over yonder hill
Why, there must have been a million of every shape and size
And so I yelled to everyone
"You'd better get inside"
Close the door, they're comin' through the window
Close the door, they're runnin' up the stairs
Close the door
They're hangin' off the ceiling
Those (Bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-dah) are everywhere
He ran into the playroom, grabbed a cricket bat
And every time he met one, he gave him this and that
That's how it drove me crazy and had me mystified
The more and more I knocked 'em down, the more they multiplied
Close the door, they're comin' through the window
Close the door, they're runnin' up the stairs
Close the door
They're hangin' off the ceiling
Those (Bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-dah) are everywhere
They got into the kitchen, they got into the sink
They went into the cellar and poured themselves a drink
They got on the piano, ran up and down the keys
And soon I was a-standin' in 'em right up to me knees
Close the door, they're comin' through the window
Close the door, they're runnin' up the stairs
Close the door
They're hangin' off the ceiling
Those (Bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-dah) are everywhere
Now that all the fuss is over, I sink into my chair
This house is all a shambles, but really I don't care
I'm going to take it easy, try not to think of them
(Bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-dah)
Here they come again!
Close the door, they're comin' through the window
Close the door, they're runnin' up the stairs
Close the door
They're hangin' off the ceiling
Those (Bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-dah) are everywhere
Close the door, close the door
Those (Bah-dah-bah-dah-bah-dah) are everywhere
(Bah-dah)

Retrato Em Branco E Preto
Composer(s): Chico Buarque de Hollanda; 
Antonio Carlos Jobim
Performer(s): Chico Buarque;
and various other artists



Já conheço os passos dessa estrada
Sei que não vai dar em nada
Seus segredos sei de cor
Já conheço as pedras do caminho
E sei também que ali sozinho
Eu vou ficar, tanto pior
O que é que eu posso contra o encanto
Desse amor que eu nego tanto
Evito tanto
E que no entanto
Volta sempre a enfeitiçar
Com seus mesmos tristes velhos fatos
Que num álbum de retrato
Eu teimo em colecionar

Lá vou eu de novo como um tolo
Procurar o desconsolo
Que cansei de conhecer
Novos dias tristes, noites claras
Versos, cartas, minha cara
Ainda volto a lhe escrever
Pra dizer que isso é pecado
Eu trago o peito tão marcado
De lembranças do passado
E você sabe a razão
Vou colecionar mais um soneto
Outro retrato em branco e preto
A maltratar meu coração

The Roots Of My Raisin'
Performer(s): Merle Haggard



I left the four lane highway to flatop seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road I could see the proud old home
A tribute to a way of life that's almost come and gone

The roots of my rasin' run deep
I've come back for the strength that I need
And hope comes no matter how far down I sink 
The roots of my rasin' run deep

I pulled into the driveway, Lord, it sure was good to be there
and I could see through the open door that Dad was asleep in his favorite chair 
In his hand was a picture of Mom and I remembered how close they were 
So I just turned away, I didn't want to wake him and spoil his dreams of her

A christian who had the strength to lie the way she did
Then to pull that apron off and do the Charleston for us kids
Dad, a quiet man, who's gentle voice was seldom heard
Who could borrow money at the bank simply on his word

The roots of my rasin' run deep
I've come back for the strength that I need
And hope comes no matter how far down I sink 
The roots of my rasin' run deep
The roots of my rasin' run deep

Close The Door
Composer(s): Kenny Gamble; Leon Huff
Performer(s): Teddy Pendergrass



Close the door
Let me give you what you've been waiting for
Baby I got so much love to give
I wanna give it all to you

Close the door
No need to worry no more
Let's bring this day to a pleasant end
Girl it's me and you now
I've waited all day long just to hold you in my arms
And it's exactly like I thought it would be
Me loving you and you loving me

Close the door
Let me rub your back where you say it's sore
Come on get closer
So close to me
Let's get lost in each other
Come here baby

I've waited all day long just to hold you in my arms
And it's exactly like I thought it would be
Me loving you and you loving me

Close the door baby
And let me know you're mine
Plenty good lovin' all through the night
And then again and then again
When the morning comes

Retour D'Asie
Performer(s): Yves Duteil



Dans un avion venant d'Asie
Quatre bébés sont endormis
Un bracelet dit leurs prénoms
Sur du tulle à l'encre marron

Leur adresse est à l'arrivée
Dans la salle des pas retrouvés
Terminus de l'aéroport
Où des cœurs battent un peu plus fort

C'est toute la force de la vie
Qui fait les hommes et les fourmis
Il en reste toujours assez
Pour survivre et recommencer

On ne peut réduire au silence
Les voix qui chantent une espérance
On ne peut vaincre un idéal
Avec des chars ou bien des balles

Des maisons basses aux toits de palme
Au bord d'un canal aux eaux calmes
Le temps glissait comme un bateau
Sur les hommes et sur les roseaux

Des enfants nus dans l'eau du fleuve
S'éclaboussaient avant qu'il pleuve
Au pied d'un temple au toit doré
Sous les yeux du Bouddha couché

Que reste-t-il de cette Asie
Qui s'écoulait en harmonie
Entre les barques du marché
Les épices et les orchidées?

Où sont les bronzes et leurs ombrelles
Fleurs de safran sur la ruelle
Avançant à pas mesurés
Vers le seuil de l'éternité?

Les odeurs de poudre et de sang
Ont chassé les parfums d'encens
Assombri la boue des rizières
Et brisé les hommes et la terre

Du haut du temple abandonné
Le sourire du bouddha figé
Ne contemple les yeux baissés
Que des ruines et du temps gâché

Où s'en vont les pensées fleuries
Qui s'envolaient vers les esprits
Des colliers de fleurs des autels
En offrande aux âmes immortelles

Les éclats de rire se sont tus
Avec les enfants disparus
Les bonheurs enfouis dans la terre
Sous les cendriers et sous la poussière

Et pourtant gravé dans l'ivoire
Du silence et de la mémoire
Se transmet à mots défendus
Tout l'espoir qui semblait perdu

Le courage et la volonté
De se battre et de résister
À la peur et à la souffrance
À la mort et l'indifférence

C'est toute la force de la vie
Qui fait les hommes et les fourmis
Il en reste toujours assez
Pour survivre et recommencer

On ne peut réduire au silence
Les voix qui chantent une espérance
On ne peut vaincre un idéal
Avec des chars ou bien des balles

Dans un avion venant d'Asie
Quatre bébés sont endormis
Un bracelet dit leurs prénoms
Sur du tulle

À l'encre marron...

The Roof Is Leaking
Composer(s): Phil Collins
Performer(s): Phil Collins; The Matthew Show



The roof is leaking and the wind is howling 
Kids are crying 'cause the sheets are so cold 
I woke this morning found my hands were frozen 
I've tried to fix the fire, but you know the damn thing's too old 

It's been months now, since we heard from our Mary
I wonder if she ever made the coast 
She and her young man, they both moved out there 
But I sure hope they write, just to let us know 

And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute 
My wife's expecting, but I hope she can wait 
'Cause this winter looks like it's gonna be another bad one 
But Spring will soon be here, 
Oh God I hope it's not late 

Ma and Pa lived here, and theirs before them 

Tried their hardest to make it a home 
Seems so long now since they passed over 
Hope my children will try to make it their own 

The roof is leaking and the wind is howling 
Kids are crying, 'cause the sheets are so cold 
I woke this morning found my hands were frozen 
I've tried to fix the fire, but you know the damn thing's too old 

And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute 
My wife's expecting, but I hope she can wait 
'Cause this winter looks like it's gonna be another bad one 
But Spring will soon be here
Oh God I hope it's not late

Close The Door
Composer(s): Joe Tex
Performer(s): Joe Tex



Baby now I've got to go and leave you
But I'll be back
Hey hey hey
Close your door
Now I trust you to be a good baby
You know how to act
Hey hey hey
Close your door

But it's your so-called friends
Especially the men
That I don't trust at all
So keep your friends outdoors
Keep both doors closed
Because nobody knows who comes and goes
When the doors ain't closed
Hey hey hey
Close your door

I don't mind you and your girlfriends
Playing some cards
Hey hey hey
Close your door
Just as long as you play cards
Out in the yard
Hey hey hey
Close your door

Now you can even fix lunch
And bore the whole bunch
And make them feel at home
But keep your friends outdoors
Keep both doors closed
Because nobody knows who comes and goes
When the doors ain't closed
Hey hey hey
Close your door

Yeah, the next house ideal
Won't have but one latch
Hey hey hey
Close your door
So the way that you go in
That's the way you come out
Hey hey hey
Close your door

Now, it's such a shame
We have no window pane
And one door is bad enough
So, keep that one door closed
And keep our friends outdoors
`Cause nobody knows who comes and goes
When the doors ain't closed
Hey hey hey
Close your door
Alright

Hey hey hey
Close your door
Hey hey hey
Close your door
Hey hey hey
Close your door ...

Retour
Composer(s): J. Heyne; G. Masset
Performer(s): Edith Piaf



Tu retournes au pays, camarade
Et la paix va renaître pour toi
Laisse-là ton fusil, tes grenades
On t'espère en te tendant les bras
Pense à nous, qui restons à la guerre
Les soirs calmes où ton cœur aimera
Et va dire à mon père, à ma mère
Qu'à Noël, peut-être, on reviendra...

Ne leur dit rien du front
Ne parle pas du feu
Et mens quand il faudra mentir
Dis-leur que nous chantions
Quand tu as dû partir
En buvant tous le verre d'adieu

Tu retournes au pays, camarade
Et la paix va renaître pour toi
Laisse-là ton fusil, tes grenades
On t'espère en te tendant les bras
Pense à nous, qui restons à la guerre
Les soirs calmes où ton cœur aimera
Et va dire à mon père, à ma mère
Qu'à Noël, peut-être, on reviendra...

The Roof Comes Tumbling Down
Performer(s): The Riverboys



Well I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad
The roof comes tumbling down
Yeah I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad
The roof comes tumbling down
'Cause you see me baby when I get home
I take it out on you
You wind me up, my hands come up and bang!
Your head is too
I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad
The roof comes tumbling down
I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad
The roof comes tumbling down
(Oh, Rock!)

Well I love you baby, but you hate me
You know that's what you said
You wind me up, my hand comes up and bang!
Your gonna end up dead
I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad
The roof comes tumbling down
I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad
The roof comes tumbling down 

Close Friends
Performer(s): The Poni-Tails



Close friends
Ahh, ahh
I hope that you don't tell
Close friends
Ahh, ahh
I think we're doing well

I love you darling
More than I can say
I need you darling
Every minute of the day
I'm sorry now
For the things I didn't do
But must we spend our lives
Just being close friends

Ahh, ahh
I ask you not to say
Ahh, ahh
Don't think of us that way

So baby, please come back
To me, someday
You went away
You left me all alone and blue
You won't believe this
But I'm still in love with you

I'm sorry now
For the things I didn't do
Or must we spend our lives
Just being close friends

Retour
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Pierre Roche
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour;
Les Compagnons de la Chanson; Pierre Roche



Des lacs, des plaines
Des montagnes, des bois
Mes souvenirs m'entraînent
Sous le ciel de chez moi
Jeunesse heureuse
Qui par les jours d'hiver
Sur les pentes neigeuses
Va glisser au grand air
Tout cela me hante
Me ramène un instant sous mon toit
Mes rêves chantent
Les refrains que l'on chantait chez moi
Mon coeur espère
Malgré moi je souris
Bonjour ma mère
Je reviens au pays

Je suis parti de ville en ville
Par les sentiers, par les chemins
Vers le hasard de mon destin
Fragile
L'air était plein de souvenirs
Je n'ai gardé que souvenirs

Des lacs, des plaines
Des montagnes, des bois
Mes souvenirs m'entraînent
Sous le ciel de chez moi
Jeunesse heureuse
Qui par les jours d'hiver
Sur les pentes neigeuses
Va glisser au grand air
Tout cela me hante
Me ramène un instant sous mon toit
Mes rêves chantent
Les refrains que l'on chantait chez moi
Mon coeur espère
Malgré moi je souris
Bonjour ma mère
Je reviens au pays

The Rolling Of The Stones
(Traditional)



Will you go to the rolling of the stones
Or the dancing of the ball?
Or will you go and see pretty Susie
And dance among them all

I will not go to the rolling of the stones
Or the tossing of the ball
But I will go and see pretty Susie
And dance among them all

They hadn't danced but a single dance
More than once or twice around
Before the sword at her true love's side
Gave him his fatal wound

They picked him up and carried him away
For he was sore distressed
They carried him and buried him all
in the greenwoods
Where he was wont to rest

Pretty Susie she came awandering by
With a tablet under her arm
Until she came to her true love's grave
And she began to charm

She charmed the fish out of the sea
And the birds out of their nests
She charmed her true love out of his grave
So he could no longer rest

Will you go to the rolling of the stones
Or the dancing of the ball?
Or will you go and see pretty Susie
And dance among them all

I will not go to the rolling of the stones
Or the tossing of the ball
But I will go and see pretty Susie
And dance among them all

Close Every Door
Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber; Tim Rice
Performer(s): Tim Rice



Close every door to me
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows and shut out the light
Do what you want with me
Hate me and laugh at me
Darken my daytime and torture my night

If my life were important I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie far from this world

Close every door to me
Keep those I love from me
Children of Israel are never alone
For I know I shall find
My own peace of mind
For I have been promised a land of my own

Just give me a number
Instead of my name
Forget all about me and let me decay
I do not matter
I'm only one person
Destroy me completely then throw me away

If my life were important I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie far from this world
Close every door to me
Keep those I love from me
Children of Israel are never alone

For we know we shall find
Our own peace of mind
For we have been promised a land of our own