Dave Guard. . Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel! Noel!. . Sing we now of Christmas. Noel sing we here. Sing our grateful praises to the maid so dear.. . Chorus:.
Mike Stewart. . Chorus:. You gotta sing out if you want to get to heaven. You gotta sing out, join in and pray.. Sing out if you want to get to heaven. Ask the Lord to show you the way and He'll show you if you pray!.
Richard Rogers/Lorenz Hart. . She was too good to me. How can I get along now? So close she stood to me. Everything seems all wrong now.. She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her fun..
Jean Ritchie/Lee Hays. . Chorus:. Shady Grove, my little love, Shady Grove, I know. Shady Grove, my little love, bound for Shady Grove. (Last time: Bound for Shady Grove. (Right on over to Lonesome Traveler).
Don't you remember, Senora, when you had a love of your own?. You had a duenna, Senora, you had a kind chaperon. Didn't she sometimes, Senora, grant you a moment alone?.
Adieu Emile, my trusted friend. We've known each other since we were nine or ten. Together we climbed hills and trees. Learned of love and A B Cs. Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Jane Bowers. Chorus:. Sea fever, my mother called it. Sea fever, she knew that I had.. When the wind is blowing out of the singing South then will I be going, sea spray salty upon my mouth..
Scotch and soda, mud in your eye,. Baby, do I feel high,. Oh me, oh my,. Do I feel high. . Dry martini,. Jigger of gin,. Oh, what a spell you've got me in,.
I peeked in to say, "Goodnight". And I heard my child in prayer. "Please bring me some scarlet ribbons. Scarlet ribbons for my hair". . Searched all night, my heart was achin'.
Louis Gottlieb. . Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout.. . Chorus:. Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. (Repeat). Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane..
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. . We're sailin' 'cross the river from Liverpool. Heave away, Santy Anno. Around Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay. 'Way out in Californio.
Dave Guard. . Ooo, Ooo, we're sailin' 'cross the river from Liverpool, heave away, Santy Anno.. Around Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay, 'way out in Californio..
Down by the mission. San Miguel is a great house. Wherein dwell Don Carlos. And La Dona Maria Elena Cantrell. . I work at the ranch, I saddle her mare.
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart. . I got a gal, she's ten feet tall, sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Honey, let me be your salty dog..
Woody Guthrie. . Sally, Sally, Sally, don't you grieve. (Well-a, well now) (Repeat twice). And I told her not to grieve after me.. . Well, its when I'm gone, Sally, don't you grieve. (Repeat twice).
Ain't no use to sit and cry. You'll be an angel by and by. . Ain't no use to sit and cry. (Ain't no use to sit and cry). You'll be an angel by and by.
Watch my eyes, now, they're spinning round. I'm gonna cut you to the ground. Like bullets from a machine gun. Watch out, 'cause here I come. . I've got petrol on my tongue.
Better bite your tongue now. Better lock up your jaw. Better pull the blinds down. Better close all your doors. . Its the taste that you get when youre lying.
Hope, everybody needs hope. Some kind of peace of mind. That they can call their own. . And everybody needs love. Just a little trust, 'cause sometimes.