DON'T
EVER LOVE ME
(Harry
Belafonte)
Lord
Burgess
While in that gay tropic
isle
I first saw that maiden
smile
Though I had failed in the
past
I said "this is true love
at last"
But then she whispered to
me
That our love never could
be
CHORUS
Destiny, oh when will I
see the day?
Hopelessly, I´ve wandered
so long this way
"This could never be" she
said pleadingly
"Don´t ever love me,
I´m just fancy-free"
"This could never be" she
said pleadingly
"Don´t ever love me"
My love was motion and grace
The moonlight soft on her
face
I held her close in my arms
My heart was quick to her
charms
But then I saw in her glance
It was just an evening´s
romance
CHORUS
"This could never be" she
said pleadingly
"Don´t ever love me". |
MARY'S
BOY CHILD
(Harry
Belafonte)
(Chorus)
Long time ago in Bethlehem,
So the Holy Bible say,
Mary´s boy child,
Jesus Christ,
Was born on Christmas day,
Hark, now hear the angels
sing,
A newborn King today,
And man will live forevermore,
Because of Christmas day.
Trumpets sound and angels
sing,
Listen to what they say,
That Man will live forevermore,
Because of Christmas day.
(Verse 1)
While shepherds watched
their flocks by night,
They saw a bright new shining
star,
They heard a choir sing,
The music seemed to come
from afar,
(Verse 2)
Now, Joseph and his wife,
Mary,
Come to bethlehem that night,
They found no place to bear
her child,
Not a single room was in
sight.
(Verse 3)
By and by, they find a little
nook,
In a stable all forlorn,
And in a manger cold and
dark,
Mary´s litlle Boy
was born!
(End song with a full repeat
of chorus) |
I'M
SORRY
(John
Denver)
It´s cold here in
the city
It always seems that way
And I´ve been thinking
about you almost everyday
Thinking about the good
times
Thinking about the rain
Thinking about how bad it
feels alone again
I´m sorry for the way
things are in China
I´m sorry things ain´t
what they used to be
But more than anything else
I´m sorry for myself
´Cause you´re
not here with me
Our friends all ask about
you
I say you´re doing
fine
And I expect to hear from
you almost anytime
But they all know I´m
crying
And I can´t sleep
at night
They all know I´m
dying down deep inside
I´m sorry for all the
lies I told you
I´m sorry for the
things I didn´t say
But more than anything else
I´m sorry for myself
I can´t believe you
went away
I´m sorry if I took
some things for granted
I´m sorry for the
chains I put on you
But more than anything else
I´m sorry for myself
For living without you. |
TAKE
ME HOME, COUNTRY ROADS
(John
Denver)
Bill
Danoff, Taffy Nivert and John Denver
Almost heaven, West Virginia,
Blue Ridge Mountains
Shenandoah River.
Life is old there,
Older than the trees,
Younger than the mountains
Growin´ like a breeze.
CHORUS
Country roads, take me home
To the place where I belong:
West Virginia, mountain
momma,
Take me home, country roads.
All my memories gathered
´round her,
Miner´s lady, stranger
to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted
on the sky,
Misty taste of moonshine,
Teardrop in my eye.
CHORUS
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong:
West Virginia, mountain
momma,
Take me home, country roads.
I hear her voice, in the
mornin´ hour she calls me,
Radio reminds me of my home
far away
And driving down the road
I get a feeling
I should have been home
yesterday, yesterday
CHORUS
Country roads, take me home
To the place where I belong:
West Virginia, mountain
momma,
Take me home, country roads. |
