Donderdag 8 maart 1984
It Won't Be Long
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It Won't Be Long
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Donderdag 8 maart 1984
Ballad Of The Harp Weaver
Ballad Of The Harp Weaver
Composer(s): Thelma Matesky Moore - Edna St. Vincent Millay
Performer(s): Johnny Cash; Agnes Moorehead
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
Nor shears to cut a cloth with, nor thread to take stitches
There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye
And the harp with a woman's head nobody will buy and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl
Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes
And where you get a jacket from God above knows
It's lucky for me lad, your daddy's in the ground
And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound
That was in the late fall when the winter came
I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name
I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play
And all the other little boys passed our way
Son said my mother come climb into my lap
And I'll chafe your little knees while you take a nap
And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more
Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor
I rocked, rocked, rocked to a mother goose rhyme
Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time
But there was I, a great boy and what would folks say
To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way
Men say the winter was bad that year
Fuel was scarce and food was dear
A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door
And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor
All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break
And the harp with a woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake
The night before Christmas I cried with the cold
I cried myself to sleep like a two year old
And in the deep night I felt my mother rise
And stare down upon me with love in her eyes
I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair
A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where
Looking nineteen and not a day older
And the harp with a woman's head leaned against her shoulder
Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings
Were weave, weave, weaving wonderful things
Many bright threads from where I couldn't see
Were running through the harp strings rapidly
And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands
I saw the web grow and the pattern expand
She wove a child's jacket and when it was done
She laid it on the floor and wove another one
She wove a red cloak so regal to see
She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me
She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that
She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat
She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse
She wove all night in the still cold house
She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke
But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke
But when I awoke, there sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older
A smile about her lips and a light about her head
And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead
And piled up beside her, toppling to the skies
Were the clothes of a king's son just my size
Woensdag 7 maart 1984
It Will Stand
It Will Stand
Composer(s): General Johnson
First release by: The Showmen - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Rock Roll, Rock Roll
You take some music, music
Sweet flowin' music
Some movin' and groovin'
Rock and roll will stand
Take some heart beats drum beats
Finger poppin' and stompin' feet
Little dances that look so neat
You see why it will stand
Some folks don't understand it
That's why they don't demand it
They're out tryn' to end it
Forgive them for they know not what theyre doin'
Don't nick name it
You might as well claim it
It swept this whole wide land
Rock and roll forever will stand
Hear those sax blowin'
Sharp as lightnin'
Hear those drums beat
Loud as thunder
Some folks don't understand it
That's why they don't demand it
They're out tryin' to end it
Forgive them for they know not what they're doin'
Don't you rename it
You might as well claim it
It will be here for ever and ever
Ain't gonna fade
Never no never
It swept this whole wide land
Sinking deep in the heart of man
Come on boy join our clan
Come on boy take my hand
Come on boy be a man
'Cause rock and roll will stand
Let's do it all over again
I feel good let's do it again
It'll be here for ever and ever
Ain't gonna fade
Never, no never ...
Woensdag 7 maart 1984
Little Child (Daddy Dear)
Little Child (Daddy Dear)
Composer(s): Wayne Shanklin
Performer(s): Wes Montgomery
and multiple other artists
Daddy dear, tell me please, is the world really round?
Tell me where is the bluebird of happiness found?
Tell me why is the sky up above so blue?
And when you were a child did your daddy tell you
What becomes of the sun when it falls into the sea
And who lights it again bright as bright can be?
Tell me why can't I fly without wings through the skies?
Tell me why, Daddy dear, are there tears in your eyes?
Little one, little one, yes, the world's really round
And the bluebird you search for will surely be found
And the sky up above is so blue and clear so that
You'll see the bluebird if it should come near
And the sun doesn't fall when it slips out of sight
All it does is make way for the moon's pretty light
And if children could fly there'd be no need for birds
And I cry, little one, 'cause I'm touched by your words
Don't be sad, Daddy dear, if it's true the world's round
I will search 'round the world till the bluebird is found
Little one, there's no need to wander too far
For what you really seek is right here where you are
Show me where, Daddy dear, and here's what I will do
I will take the dear bluebird and give it to you
Dear, the bluebird's the love in your heart pure and true
And I found it the day heaven blessed me with you!"
Dinsdag 6 maart 1984
It Will Be My Day
It Will Be My Day
(French Version: Je M'Voyais Déjà)
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Robert E. Morrison
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
At eighteen I grew restless for the city
I'd see its lights that beckoned from afar
I packed my dreams, assured I'd be successful
I'd sing my songs, I'd soon become a star
I needed clothes to make the right impression
I bought a suit, the finest tailor-made
Had an act, then designed, with the ladies in mind
Endure the debt I felt would be repaid
I dreamed I would be emblazoned in neon
The biggest, the best, above all the rest, wherever I'd play
I dreamed I would be acknowledged the greatest
The cream of the crop, it's good at the top, I was there to stay
The loveliest girls would gather around me
With photos to sign, they all would be mine for less than a smile
My curtain would cue, resounding ovations
Their deafening roar would ring out for more, I'd go off in style"
The older that I become, my features are ageing
My voice is still there, my gesture's precise, my talent would glow
At times I've had bitterness, for nothing has happened
I've struggled and strived, but never arrived, and I'm still unknown
And yet, yet I believe that my time is coming
If given the breaks, I've got what it takes to go all the way
Then under my feet the stage would be pulsing
Finally I'd be there in the spotlights glare, it would be my day
For thirty years it's been an endless circle
I've made the rounds, they always look the same
I sing my songs, but people seldom listen
They never care, for they don't know my name
To keep alive, I've played the third-rate bookings
I have no choice, I take what I can find
Sleazy clubs, little pay, easy girls, sleep all day
But in my dreams, I leave it far behind
I dreamed that I'll be relating the story
Of how I prevailed when I should have failed, in my quest for fame
I dreamed I would be enjoying my leisure
Taking life in stride, ladies at my side, wild from the game
On opening night, I'll calmly be reading
The thousands of words from those who admire my standing alone
The stage light would dim, the moment would quicken
My heart in my throat, hearing the first note, I'd be on my own
I tried to find a gimmick, to lift me from darkness
I've sung about love, I've ?????? songs, a stale joke or two
If everything fails and I'm left in the shadows
The fault isn't mine, I asked for a chance, but nothing came through
I have no one to thank, for no one has offered
To give me a hand, or take any stand, that's out of their way
But deep in my heart, I know, I know that I have it
And I'll get my due life and start anew, it will be my day
Dinsdag 6 maart 1984
Baby's First Christmas
Baby's First Christmas
Composer(s): Benny Davis - Ted Murray
Performer(s): Connie Francis
Baby's First Christmas
It's baby's first Christmas
It's somethin' to see
Mommy and Daddy
Trimmin' baby's Christmas tree
Baby's big brother
Is busy with his toys
He's shinin' up the chimney
For Santa Claus!
It's baby's first Christmas
And oh, what a joy
Shopping all around
For every pretty toy
It's a very special Christmas
A blessing from above
It's baby's first Christmas
A Christmas full of love!
It's baby's first Christmas
And oh, what a joy
Shopping all around
For every pretty toy
It's a very special Christmas
A blessing from above
It's baby's first Christmas
A Christmas full of love!
Maandag 5 maart 1984
It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels
It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels
Composer(s): J.D. Miller
Performer(s): Kitty Wells
and multiple other artists
As I sit here tonight, the jukebox playing
The tune about the wild side of life
As I listen to the words you are saying
It brings memories when I was a trusting wife
It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they're still single
That has caused many a good girl to go wrong
It's a shame that all the blame is on us women
It's not true that only you men feel the same
>From the start most every heart that's ever broken
Was because there always was a man to blame
It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they're still single
That has caused many a good girl to go wrong
Maandag 5 maart 1984
Ay, Del Chiquirritín
Ay, Del Chiquirritín
Ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
metidito entre pajas
ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
queridito del alma
Por debajo del arco
del portalito
se descubre a María
José y el Niño
Ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
metidito entre pajas
ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
queridito del alma
Entre un buey y una mula
Dios ha nacido
y en un pobre pesebre
le han recogido
Ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
metidito entre pajas
ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
queridito del alma
No me mires airado
hijito mío
mírame con los ojos
que yo te miro
Ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
metidito entre pajas
ay, del Chiquirritín
Chiquirriquitín
queridito del alma
Zondag 4 maart 1984
It Was Only The Wind
It Was Only The Wind
Composer(s): Tom T. Hall; Louise Scruggs
Performer(s): Lester Flatt; John Tomlin
She would sit by her window and gaze out
Down the road where her children had gone
One by one they left seeking their fortune
And left their old mother alone
Sometime late at night she would call me
Sir did I here a knock at the door
I would say it was only the wind man
Just as I had told her before
It's only the wind
Your children are not at the door
It's only the wind
The wind restless wind, nothing more
Sometime she would talk of her children
Of her son and her doughter so fair
She said they were much like the wild wind
They sometime neglected to care
One night I heard somebady knocking
But I saw as I went to the door
She was there in her chair by the window
Her eyes closesd in rest forever more
It's only the wind
Your children are not at the door
It's only the wind
The wind restless wind, nothing more
Zondag 4 maart 1984
Away In A Manger
Away In A Manger
(French Version: Si Grande Est La Terre)
Composer(s): James Murray; John McFarland - 1887
Performer(s): Ken Griffin - 1959
and multiple other artists
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed
the little Lord Jesus laid down his Sweet head
The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes
I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky
And stay by my side until morning is nigh
Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray
Bless all the dear children in thy tender care
And fit us for heaven, to live with thee there
Zaterdag 3 maart 1984
It Was Only A Sun Shower
It Was Only A Sun Shower
Composer(s): Irving Kahal; Ted Snyder; Francis Wheeler
Performer(s): Annette Hanshaw
and multiple other artists
My lonesome clock'll
Tick-tick-tock all through the day
When you're away
I'm blue, so blue!
We quarreled, dear, but don't you fear
I'll soon return
You know you're yearning
I know you're yearning, too!
Honey, don't you cry
Clouds are rolling by
The rainbow's in the sky
It was only a sun shower
In the shelter of
Sunny skies above
We will live and love
It was only a sun shower
Now, why do we complain?
We should be cheerful and gay
Tomorrow sun will shine again
Although it's cloudy today
Love finds a way
So, honey don't be blue
We'll go smiling through
Forever
It was only a sun shower, sweetheart!
Honey, don't you cry
Clouds are rolling by
The rainbow's in the sky
It was only a little sun shower
In the shelter of
Sunny skies above
We will live and love
It was only a little sun shower
Now, why do we complain?
We should be cheerful and gay
Tomorrow sun will shine again
Although it's cloudy today
Love finds a way
So, honey don't be blue
We'll go smiling through
Forever
It was only a sun shower, sweetheart!
Zaterdag 3 maart 1984
Awake Before Sunrise
Awake Before Sunrise
Performer(s): CW 'Bill' Bennett & David Dell
Awake before sunrise, before heat of day
Get ready for Christmas, we must be away
Come worship the Christ child, our shepherd, our head
The woolshed his dwelling, the wool bale his bed
The shepherds go muster, the dogs hunt away
With dust and the barking, it's shearing all day
A breather for smoko, a time to give pride
To Jesus our shepherd, our saviour and guide
On horseback, on hill top, creation below
God's beauty, our freedom, in Christ we may know
Vrijdag 2 maart 1984
It Was Only A Gypsy
It Was Only A Gypsy
Composer(s): Jake Thackray
Performer(s): Jake Thackray
I am a handsome policeman
I am bold and versatile
My wife is white and beautiful, with breasts of alabaster
When I hurry home to her, she whispers with a smile
"What did you do today, my big blue hero?"
"There was only a gypsy
A ragged, shaggy blackguard of a didicoy
Up to no good. I did what I should
A little physical persuasion and he passed on by"
But now I grow impatient to enjoy her juicy beauty
I surge to the rising rhythms of those breasts of alabaster
"No," she cries, "pray tell me what you did today on duty
Tell me more about this hairy gypsy!"
"It was only a gypsy
A ragged, shaggy blackguard of a didicoy
Up to no good
I did what I should
A little physical persuasion and he passed on by"
"But tell me, pretty darling, will you tell me, in your turn
Who placed those fresh wild flowers in your breasts of alabaster?
And when you smile, between your teeth, still wedged, do I discern
A sprig of whisker from another's moustache?"
"It was only a gypsy", she sighed
"A ragged, shaggy blackguard of a didicoy
Up to no good
I did what I could
A little physical persuasion and he passed on by
It was only a gypsy boy
A ragged, shaggy blackguard of a didicoy-oy-oy
Up to no good
I did what I could
A little physical persuasion and he passed on by"
Between her breasts a hedgerow nosegay
In between her teeth a tell-tale whisker
The house is full of clothes-pegs
Vrijdag 2 maart 1984
Auld Lang Syne
Auld Lang Syne
Composer(s): Robert Burns (Traditional) - 1797
Performer(s): Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians - 1939
and multiple other artists
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintaince be forgot
And auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
And surely you'll be your pint stowp
And surely I'll be mine
And we'll drink a richt guid willy waught
For auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine
But we've wandered monie a wearie fit'
Since auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
We twa hae paidled in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas a'tween us braid hae roared
Since auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
And here's a hand my trusty fere
And gie's a hand o' thine
And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
Donderdag 1 maart 1984
It Was On A Fine Summer's Morning
It Was On A Fine Summer's Morning (aka Pretty Maid Milking A Cow)
Composer(s): Caelin Deas; Thomas Moore
It was on a fine summer's morning
When the birds sweetly tuned on each bough
I heard a fair maid sing most charming
As she sat a-milking her cow
Her voice, it was chanting melodious
She left me scarce able to go
My heart it is soothed in solace
My Cailín deas crúite na mbó
With courtesy I did salute her
"Good-morrow, most amiable maid
I'm your captive slave for the future"
"Kind sir, do not banter," she said
"I'm not such a precious rare jewel
That I should enamour you so
I am but a plain country girl"
Says Cailín deas crúite na mbó
"The Indies afford no such jewel
So precious and transparently fair
Oh! do not to my flame add fuel
But consent for to love me, my dear
Take pity and grant my desire
And leave me no longer in woe
Oh! love me or else I'll expire
Sweet Cailín deas crúite na mbó"
"Or had I the wealth of great Damer
Or all on the African shore
Or had I great Devonshire treasure
Or had I ten thousand times more
Or had I the lamp of Alladin
Or had I his genie also
I'd rather live poor on a mountain
With Cailín deas crúite na mbó"
"I beg you'll withdraw and don't tease me
I cannot consent unto thee
I like to live single and airy
Till more of the world I do see
New cares they would me embarrass
Besides, sir, my fortune is low
Until I get rich I'll not marry"
Says Cailín deas crúite na mbó
"An old maid is like an old almanack
Quite useless when once out of date
If her ware is not sold in the morning
At noon it must fall to low rate
The fragrance of May is soon over
The rose loses its beauty, you know
All bloom is consumed in October
Sweet Cailín deas crúite na mbó"
"A young maid is like a ship sailing
There's no knowing how long she may steer
For with every blast she's in danger
Oh! consent, love, and banish all care
For riches I care not a farthing
Your affection I want and no more
In comfort I'd wish to enjoy you
My Cailín deas crúite na mbó.."
Donderdag 1 maart 1984
Augustus Caesar Having Brought
Augustus Caesar Having Brought
Augustus Caesar having brought
The world to quiet peace
That all the noise of bloody wars
In every land did cease
Just Joseph, with his Mary mild
To Bethlehem did come
Which blessed place appointed was
To ease her burden'd womb
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
Then, all the town being full of guests
Such was their helpless case
That not a bed for them was left
Nor any lodging place
But in a poor and simple inn
Even an ox's stall
Appointed was to entertain
The Saviour of us all
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
No mantle, nor no rich attire
No swaddling bands, nor linen rare
No costly robes, nor golden treasure
Could Jesus Christ our Lord have there
No other nurse nor lullaby
But blessed Mary's arms
To rock this blessed babe to sleep
With heavenly hymns and charms
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
Thus was the Son of God not born
In majesty and state
As Princes of the Nations be
Tho' he a Prince most great
Yet at his blessed birth the choirs
Of heavenly Angels sing
And every thing for Jury's King
Rejoiced with thanksgiving
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
O Holy, Holy, Lord of Hosts
This was their joy and mirth
Which sounded out on every coast
For Jesus Christ his birth
Both Cherubim, and Seraphim
With all the Hosts of Heaven
With joyful voice sang praises forth
To glorify this even
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
And when that blessed morning came
That God's dear Son was born
A glorious Star with blazing beams
Did all the skies adorn
Which unto Shepherds in the fields
The first of all appear'd
A voice likewise came down from Heaven
And thus the Shepherds cheer'd
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
This tide is born in Bethlehem
A Saviour, and a King
Whose merits shall redeem the world
And man's salvation bring
All glory be to God on high
And peace on Earth to all
And goodwill still be unto men
This was the Angel's call
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
This Star did not alone appear
Unto the Shepherds poor
But to the sages of the world
To make their glory more
Who came conducted by the Star
From countries far from thence
And there presented at his feet
Gold, myrrh, and frankincense
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
The which when cruel Herod heard
Of this great homage done
By the three Wise Men of the East
To Mary's blessed Son
He sent throughout all Jury land
To have this infant slain
With every one of two years old
And none did there remain
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
Then Bethlehem grew red with blood
And white with infants' bones
That nought was heard in Jury's land
But childless mothers' moans
Yet Mary's babe, by Heaven preserv'd
Escaped their bloody rage
And liv'd in Egypt, till he came
To the term of twelve years of age
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
Even as the Angel did appoint
His parents did back return
And with their Son in Jury's land
In safety did sojourn
But Herod's death by judgment strange
Before the time befell
Whose bowells brake and did burst out
As ancient stories tell
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
Then Jesus Christ, at twelve years old
In Jury began to preach
And to the sages of the land
Of Moses' laws did teach
And afterwards for twenty years
He oft did fast and pray
Till cursed Judas with a kiss
Sweet Jesus did betray
O sing we all, with heart and voice
Let Christian love increase
For unto us this day is born
The only Prince of Peace
Woensdag 29 februari 1984
It Was Love, Love Alone
It Was Love, Love Alone
Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
It was love; love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
On the 10th of December we heard the talk
He gave his throne to the Duke of York
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
King Edward was noble, King Edward was great
it was love that caused him to abdicate
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
He said he was sorry that his Mommy would grieve
he cannot help it, he would have to leave
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
You can take his power you can take his bought
leave him with his yachting boat
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
Ha,love, love, love, love
Caused King Edward.......
You can take his money you can take his store
but leave him that lady from Baltimore
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
I don’t know what Mrs Simpson got in her bone
that caused the king to leave his throne
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
On the 10th of December 1936
the Duke of Windsor went to get his kicks
It was love; love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
It was love; love, love, love
love, love, love, love
love, love, it was love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
It was love; love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
It was love, love, love, love, lova alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
It was love; love alone
cause the king to leave his throne
It was love, love, love, love, love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
It was love, (Sound of a double kiss) love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
It was love, (Sound of a double kiss) love alone
Caused King Edward to leave his throne
It was love, love, love; love, love love ...
Woensdag 29 februari 1984
Au Royaume Du Bonhomme Hiver
Au Royaume Du Bonhomme Hiver
(Adapted from - Winter Wonderland - 1934)
(Danish Version: Et Vinterhvidt Vidunderland - 1978)
Composer(s): Richard B. Smith; Felix Bernard
Performer(s): Roch Voisine - 2000
Écoutez les clochettes
Du joyeux temps des fêtes
Annonçant la joie
Dans chaque cœur qui bat
Au royaume du bonhomme hiver
Sous la neige qui tombe
Le traîneau vagabonde
Semant tout autour
des chansons d'amour
Au royaume du bonhomme hiver
Le voilà qui sourit sur la place
Son chapeau, sa canne et son foulard
Il semble nous dire d'un ton bonace
Ne voyez-vous donc pas qu'il est en tard
Il dit vrait tout de même
Près du feu, je t'emmène
Allons nous chauffer dans l'intimité
Au royaume du bonhomme hiver
Dinsdag 28 februari 1984
It Was I
It Was I
Composer(s): Gary Paxton
Performer(s): Lindsey Buckingham
and multiple other artists
You're telling everybody I'm the one
To blame for all the wrong that you have done
The day that you walked out and left
Didn't say goodbye
Who was left alone to sit and cry?
It was I
It was I
I gave you everything I ever had
The only things I got from you were bad
The times you didn't show up
The times you didn't call
Who was left alone with it all?
It was I
It was I
My love was always yours
To treasure and to hold
If you let a love go by
It will soon grow cold
Temptation is too strong to hide
Are you really satisfied
With my love the way it is?
Let me tell you how it is
So please come back and try to start anew
I know that it's the proper thing to do
Darlin', if we make up
I know we'll never break up
Then I know it's only me and you
Me and you
Me and you
Dinsdag 28 februari 1984
At Christmas (Hanson)
