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| 1. |
| 2:28 | 
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| 2. |
| 1:38 |
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| 3. |
| 4:50 | 
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When the whole world seems wrong
just learn the words of a simple song, of blue skies above, be a troubadour and all is love. When April showers stray the silver lining will come they say, and singin' in the rain's the thing that those happy days again will bring. So, everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear the orchestra play? Everybody sing, everybody start! You can't go wrong with a song in your heart. Everybody sing, get into the swing, get happy, everybody sing. Yeah, everybody sing, come on now, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear la-da-de-oo-de-lay-de-lay-o? Everybody sing, everybody start. You can't go wrong with a song in your heart. Everybody sing, come on now get into that swing Go Do Re Mi Fa So La Si Do Do Re Mi Fa So La Si Do Everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Sing before breakfast, help the birdies along. Before you have your buttered toast, have a song. Sing before breakfast, never quiet a thing. Before you eat your shredded wheat, sing, sing, sing! Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye four and twenty blackbirds baked into a pie. When the pie was opened and set before the king, four and twenty blackbirds started into sing. Sing a melody of love, a song will win your lady fair. Sing a song that mentions love and you will yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi. Sing a song of cheer again, the skies above will be clear again, those happy days are here again, sing a song of cheer again. If you worry, if you fret, if you're getting deep in debt, let your frown turn summerset, get yourself a good quartet. In the evening by the moonlight you can hear those darkies singin'. Sing good, sing bad, Sing loud, sing soft, Sing sweet, sing hot, Sing! Everybody sing, everybody sing! Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring. Everybody's gay, everybody's gay! Oh, say can't you hear la-da-de-oo-de-lay-de-lay-o? Everybody sing, everybody start. You can't go wrong with a song in your heart Everybody sing, get into the swing, Go Do Re Me Fa So La Si Do Get Happy, get happy amd everybody sing! |
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| 4. |
| 2:24 |
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| 5. |
| 3:36 |
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| 6. |
| 2:31 |
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| 7. |
| 2:29 |
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| 8. |
| 4:42 |
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I'm tired of the noise and hurly-burly
that fills the city late and early. I long to hear the music of the used-to-be that mother nature made for me. I want to wander where the skies are blue, where birds are singing all the long day through, the music that I love to listen to down on melody farm. The cowbells tinkle in the early morn. the bees are buzzin' 'round a field of corn, to tell me that another song is born down on melody farm. The lazy river is drifting along while daffodils dance on a hill and while it's drifting it composes a song to a water lily. The morning sings the golden melody, the evening brings the moonlight symphony, for all the world is wrapped in harmony down on melody farm. I'm gonna pack my bag, I'm gonna clear my brain, and then I'm gonna buy a one-way ticket on the fastest choo-choo train. I'm gonna try to find a little peace of mind. I wanna leave the sound of rivets and the horns of taxis way behind. I want to run through the fields of the new-mown hay and at the close of day let me stray where I hear the organ playing. Just a song at twighlight when the lights are low. I wanna go, I wanna go I wanna be a little country girl in calico. The morning sings the golden melody, the evening brings the moonlight symphony, for all the world is wrapped in harmony down on melody farm. |
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| 9. |
| 2:16 |
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| 10. |
| 4:17 |
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| 11. |
| 4:33 |
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Fifteen thousand times a day
I hear a voice within me say Hide yourself behind the screen You shouldn't be heard, you shouldn't be seen You're just an awful in between That's what I am and in between It's just like small pox quarantine I can't do this, I can't go there I'm just a circle in a square I don't fit in anywhere I"m past the stage of dull and carriage I'm not the age to think of marriage I'm too old for toys and I'm too young for boys I'm just an in between I'm not a child or children bore me I'm not grown up, grown ups ignore me And in every sense I'm just on a fence I'm just an in between I'll be glad when momma let's me go to dances And have romances I'll be glad to have a party dress that boys will adore A dress that touches the floor I'm sick and tired of bedtime story I'm so inspired by love and glories But I guess it's no use, I still get mother goose I'm just an in between I'm allow to go to pictures shows That is if nurse is feeling able But we only go to Mickey Mouse I'm not allowed Clarke Gable It's such an imposition For a girl who's got ambition To be an in between My dad says I should bother more About my lack of grammar Huh, the only thing that bothers me Is my lack of glamor Why if I could use a lipstick and a powder pop Who knows I might be [Incomprehensible] in the rough Instead of in between I'll be glad when uncle Jim can't call me precious child That simply drives me wild I'll be glad to have a date that doesn't grow on a trees A date that's not history I'll be so glad when I have [Incomprehensible] All by myself, I get so lonesome And I hope and pray for the day when I'll be sweet sixteen Then I won't have to be an in between |
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| 12. |
| 2:26 |
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| 13. |
| 2:51 |
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| 14. |
| 2:56 |
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| 15. |
| 2:54 |
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Never could carry a tune, never knew where to start
You came along when everything was wrong and put a song in my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody It haunted me from the start Something inside of me started a symphony Zing! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing About a nest set apart All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony Zing! Went the strings of my heart [Chorus] Your eyes made skies seem blue again What else could I do again But keep repeating through and through "I love you, love you" I still recall the thrill, guess I always will I hope 'twill never depart Dear, with your lips to mine, a rhapsody divine Zing! Went the strings of my heart Dear when you smiled at me, I heard a melody It haunted me from the start Something inside of me started a symphony Zing! Went the strings of my heart 'Twas like a breath of spring, I heard a robin sing About a nest set apart All nature seemed to be in perfect harmony Zing! Went the strings of my heart [Chorus] I still recall the thrill, I guess I always will I hope 'twill never depart Dear, with your lips to mine, a rhapsody divine Zing! Oh, Oh, Oh went the strings of my heart |
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| 2:09 |
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| 17. |
| 3:39 |
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Did you ever wonder why in thunder
Thunder comes in spring? Once upon a time it seems All the world was wrapped in dreams. Playful little fellas, so they tell us Said Let's have our fling! Spring is in the air, you know! It's time to wake 'em up below! So, when the thunder starts to thunder don't run home and cry. They're playing ten-pins in the sky. Little fellas way up yonder make the raindrops fly While rollin', bowlin' ten-pins in the sky. The world will wear a new bonnet Daffodils on it, Thanks to the skies above. Thunder and showers Wake up the flowers, Where there are flowers there must be love. So, laugh at raindrops, laugh at thunder, Clouds will soon roll by. They're playing ten-pins in the sky! |
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| 18. |
| 3:34 |
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I'm nobody's baby
I wonder why Each night and day I pray the Lord up above Please send me down somebody to love But nobody wants me I'm blue somehow Won't someone hear my plea and take a chance with me Because I'm nobody's baby now Nobody's baby And I've got to know the reason why Last week I was walking down the street and met a boy and I said "Hey! Maybe I was meant for you" But he only shook his head and said "Goodbye" He kept on walking down the avenue Nobody wants me I'm mighty blue somehow Won't someone hear my plea and take a chance with me Because I'm nobody's baby now |
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| 19. |
| 1:39 |
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| 20. |
| 2:46 |
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Alone
Alone with a sky of romance above. Alone, Alone on a night that was meant for love. There must be someone waiting who feels the way I do. Whoever you are, are you, are you Alone, Alone on this night that we two could share. Alone, Alone with a kiss that could make me care. And when you come I promise to be your very own! Alone, Alone with a heart meant for you. And when you come I promise to be your very own! Alone, Alone with a heart meant for you. Alone. |
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| 2:39 |
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It's a great day for the Irish, it's a great day for fair!
The sidewalks of New York are thick with blarney For shure you'd think New York was Old Kilarney! It's a great day for the Shamrock, for the flags in full array We're feeling so inspirish, shure because for all the Irish It's a great, great day! It's a great day for the Irish, it's a great day for fair! Begosh, there's not a cop to stop a raiding Begorra all the cops are out parading! It's a great day for the Shamrock, for the flags in full aray And as we go a swinging, ev'ry Irish heart is singing It's a great, great day! |
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| 22. |
| 2:38 |
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| 23. |
| 2:54 |
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Twas on a bright morning in Summer
When I first heard his voice spakin' low As he said to a colleen beside him "Who's that pretty girl milking her cow?" Och many times often ye met me And told me that I should be You darling, Acushla, A Lana Mavourneen, Asuilish machree Purty girl, purty girl, With no on there to show her how The purt, purt, purty girl is now Milking her cow I have not the manners or graces Of the girls in the world where ye move And I have not their beautiful faces But oh, I've a heart that can love And if it please ye, I'll dress me in satin With jewels, jewels in me brow But och, don't be after forgettin' Your purty girl milking her cow Purty girl, purty cow, I'm sure this song would have never been wrote If the pretty girl hadda been milking her goat But the goat wasn't feeling well anyhow So the pretty girl was milking her cow. Her cow, her cow... La, la, la, la, la, la... La, la, la la, la, la, la La, la, la, la A purty girl milking her cow! |
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| 24. |
| 3:02 |
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| 25. |
| 3:26 |
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| 26. |
| 2:17 |
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| 27. |
| 2:10 |
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I'm always chasing rainbows
Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky Some fellows look and find the sunshine I always look and find the rain Some fellows make a winning sometimes I never even make a gain Believe me, I'm always chasing rainbows Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain I'm always chasing rainbows Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky Some fellows look and find the sunshine I always look and find the rain Some fellows make a winning sometimes I never even make a gain Believe me, I'm always chasing rainbows |
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| 5:24 |
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| 29. |
| 2:12 |
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| 30. |
| 2:42 |
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It was going pop
And it couldn't stop Now it's number one, Thanks to Tom the piper's Son. Tom, Tom, the piper's Son Stole a tune and away he run And away run he With that melody Tom was hot, the tune was sweet But he revamped it with a new off-beat And the classic thing, Got a shot of swing Mr. Brahms cried och! So did Mozart and Bach And to hear them rave Paginini tumbled over in his grave And now that tune, that no one played Has stepped right up and hit the hit parade It was growing pop And it couldn't, STOP! Now it's number one thanks to Tom the piper's son. Chorus with swing ;) Tom was hot, the tune was sweet But he vamped it with a boogie beat And the classic thing, Got a shot of swing Beethoven turned gray So did Debussy and Bose It was such a stew Tchaikovsky said "I'm gonna sue!" And now that tune, that no one played Has stepped right up and hit the hit parade It was growing pop and it couldn't, stop... Now it's number one thanks to Tom the piper's son. Ev'ry Little Movement Ev'ry little movement, Has a meaning of it's own Ev'ry thought and feeling, By some posture can be shown. And ev'ry love thought That comes a stealing All your being Must be revealing All it's sweetness In some appealing little gesture All of it's own. |
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| 1:33 |
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Verse:
I was just lonely melisande, Pity, pity me. Came a little wizard, waved his wand, Dreamed you up for me Now i feel a tingle each time i glimpse your face go dreaming by; Proving the heart is quicker than the eye Chorus: When I look at you, I hear lovly music, can it be my heart that sings? when I look at you, I look at an angel, tell me where you've parked your wings dizzy me, silly moon crazy quilt of a sky are you real, or a dream that got caught in my eye? When I look at you, I im looking at rainbows. Stars come tumbling down from above, and im in love with you my love. |
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| 32. |
| 4:53 |
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| 33. |
| 10:18 |
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| 34. |
| 3:43 |
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| 35. |
| 2:35 |
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| 36. |
| 6:03 |
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There's a pirate, known to fame
Black Macocco was the Pirate's name In his day, the tops was he Round the Caribbean or Caribbean Sea When he sites a clipper ship Mack would board her and begin to clip First he'd grab, the ladies fair Especially those with jewels, Those with jewels to spare! Especially those with jewels, Those with jewels to spare. Especially those with jewels, Especially those with jewels, Those with jewels to spare! With his ladies and his loot, Next Macocco from the ship would scoot Then he'd set the ship afire...what a pretty funeral Funeral pyre! Mack the Black, what a pretty funeral, Mack the Black, marvelous funeral pyre! Though the years this black Macocco Lead his pirate reign His claim to fame was as black as his name All around the Spanish Maine. When he'd a make his daily rounds Gals would trail him like a pack of hounds Ev'ry night he'd have a date Ladies go to pieces, Over Pieces of eight. Hey! Sleep my baby, baby sleep Time for babe to be in slumber deep If you wake or cry or laugh Mack the Black will whack ya And he'll whack ya in half! Mack the black will really whack Mack the black will whack ya! Mack the black would really have to Whack ya in half! Mack the Black will really whack ya, Mack the Black will whack ya! Mack the black will whack ya And he'll whack ya! Aaaaaah! Mack was ruthless, Mack was feared Perhaps it's better that he disappeared Yet I know, that he was bad I could fall in love with, Fall in love with the lad! Evening star, if you see Mack Stop his wanderings and guide him back I'll be waiting, patiently By the Caribbean or Caribbean Sea. Is that the Caribbean Sea? And if I met this famous pirate Met him face to face You think I'd run and hide my head And scream around the place Why no I'd just sashay around Displaying all my charms And soon I'd have him walk the plank Right into my arms That's what I think of Mack the Black Macocco! |
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| 37. |
| 4:43 |
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I lived in a dream, my sweet
In a dream of you My dream was a joy complete For you loved me too And I was no longer afraid Of what the future might reveal For the stuff that dreams Are made of was suddenly real Love of my life, life of my love I used to pray and pray you'd hear me Love of my life, angels above Sent you at last, to stay always near me Now we are one, never to part And nevermore need I implore you to miss me Come to my arms, come to my heart Kiss me, kiss me Come to me, come to me Love of my life Love of my life My life, my love |
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| 38. |
| 6:12 |
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| 39. |
| 4:25 |
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| 40. |
| 2:21 |
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| 41. |
| 3:24 |
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| 42. |
| 2:10 |
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| 43. |
| 2:11 |
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| 44. |
| 3:29 |
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| 45. |
| 2:40 |
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| 46. |
| 1:03 |
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