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And I love you so
The people ask me how How I've lived till now I tell them I don't know I guess they understand How lonely life has been But life began again The day you took my hand And yes I know how lonely life can be The shadows follow me the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me And you love me too Your thoughts are just for me You set my spirit free I'm happy that you do The book of life is brief And once a page is read All but love is dead That is my believe And yes I know how lonelyless can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free but I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me |
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I heard she sang a good song,
I heard she had a style, And so I came to see her, To listen for a while . . . And there she was this young girl, A stranger to my eyes . . . Strummin' my pain with her fingers, Singin' my life with her words, Killing me softly with her song, Killing me softly, with her song, Telling my whole life with her words, Killing me softly, with her song . . . I felt all flushed with fever, Embarrassed by the crowd, I felt she found my letters, And read each one aloud . . . I prayed that she would finish, But she just kept right on . . . Strummin' my pain with her fingers, Singin' my life with her words, Killing me softly with her song, Killing me softly, with her song, Telling my whole life with her words, Killing me softly, with her song . . . She sang as if she knew me, In all my dark despair, And then she looked right through me, As if I wasn't there . . . But she was there, this stranger, Singing clear and strong . . . Strummin' my pain with her fingers, Singin' my life with her words, Killing me softly with her song, Killing me softly, with her song, Telling my whole life with her words, Killing me softly, with her song . . . Killing me softly, with her song . . . |
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Don't look so sad, I know it's over,
But life goes on and this ol' world will keep on turning. Let's just be glad we had some time to spend together, There's no need to watch the bridges that we're burning. Lay your head upon my pillow, Hold your warm and tender body close to mine, Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft across the window, And make believe you love me one more time, For the good times . . . I'll get along, you'll find another, And I'll be here if you should find you ever need me, Don't say a word about tomorrow, or forever, There'll be time enough for sadness when you leave me . . . Lay your head upon my pillow, Hold your warm and tender body close to mine, Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft across the window, And make believe you love me one more time, For the good times . . . For the good times . . . Words and Music by Kris Kristofferson |
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And Aubrey was her name,
And not so very ordinary girl, or name . . . But who's to blame, For a love that wouldn't bloom, For the hearts that never played in tune ? Like a lovely melody, That everyone can sing, Take away the words that rhyme. It doesn't mean a thing . . . hmmmm And Aubrey was her name, We tripped the light, And danced together to the moon, But where was June ? No, it never came around, If it did, it never made a sound . . . Maybe I was absent, Or was listening too fast, Catching all the words, But then, the meaning going past . . . hmmmm Oh, how I miss the girl, And I'd go a thousand times around the world, Just to be, Closer to her, than to me. And Aubrey was her name, I never knew her, But I loved her just the same, I loved her name . . . Wish that I had found a way, And the reasons that would make her stay . . . I have learned to lead a life, Apart from all the rest, If I can't have the one I want. I'll go without the best . . . hmmmm Oh, how I miss the girl, And I'd go a million times around the world, Just to say, She had been mine for a day! Words and Music by David A. Gates |
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La, la la la la . . .
Sing, sing a song, Sing out loud, sing out strong, Sing of the good things, not bad, Sing of the happy, not sad . . . Sing, sing a song, Make it simple, to last your whole life long, Don't worry that it's not good enough, For anyone else to hear, Sing, sing a song . . . La, la la la la . . . Sing ( sing . . ) sing a song ( sing . . ) Sing out loud, sing out strong, Sing of good things, not bad, Sing of happy, not sad . . . Sing, sing a song, Make it simple, to last your whole life long, Don't worry that it's not good enough, For anyone else to hear, Sing, sing a song . . . Sing, sing a song . . . Sing, sing a song . . . La, la la la la . . . |
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I'm comin' home, I've done my time,
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine, If you received my letter, Tellin' you I'd soon be free, Then you'll know just what to do, If you still want me . . . If you still want me . . . Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree, It's been three long years, Do you still want me ? ( still want me ? ) If I don't see a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree, I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, Put the blame on me . . . If I don't see a yellow ribbon around the ole oak tree . . . Bus driver please look for me, 'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see, I'm really still in prison, And my love, she holds the key, Simple yella ribbon's, what I need to set me free . . . I wrote and told her please . . . Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree, It's been three long years, Do you still want me ? ( still want me ? ) If I don't see a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree, I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, Put the blame on me . . . If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree . . . Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree, . . . three long years, . . . still want me ? And now the whole damn bus is cheerin' And I can't believe I see . . . A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the ole . . . The ole oak tree! Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree, Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree, Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree . . . |
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I believe in music,
I believe in love, love, love! I believe in music, I believe in love! Well I can just sit around makin' music all day long, Long as I'm makin' music, I can't do nobody no wrong! And who knows maybe someday I'll come up with a song, That makes people want to stop their fussin' an' fightin' Long enough to sing along! I believe in music, I believe in love . . . I believe in music, I believe in love! Music is love, love is music, if you know what I mean, People who believe in music are the happiest people I've ever seen! So clap your hands an' stomp your feet, shake your tambourine, ( Lift your voices to the sky ) God loves you when you sing! I believe in music, I believe in love . . . I believe in music, I believe in love! Music is the universal language and love is the key, To brotherhood an' peace an' understandin' to live in harmony! So, take your brothers by the hand and sing along with me, Find out what it really means to be young, rich an' free! I believe in music, I believe in love . . . I believe in music, I believe in love! I believe in music, I believe in love . . . I believe in music, I believe in love! I believe in music, I believe in love . . . Words and Music by Mac Davis , 1972 |
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