Come and join me in a prayer,. In a humble prayer for peace.. One voice may be weak,. But together we'll be heard . . .. . Let us gather 'round and pray,.
Alone from night to night you'll find me. Too weak to break the chains that bind me. I need no shackles to remind me. I'm just a prisoner of love. . For one command I stand and wait now.
Play me a hurtin' tune. I want to an old time hurtin' tune. Make me sigh, make me cry. Make me want to lay down an' die!. . Oh! Play me a hurtin' tune.
Someone lights up my heart like the sun,. And that someone is you, please believe me!. You're my starlight when daytime is done. My darling, please darling, believe me!.
The melody was played "pianissimo". The harmony was so very sweet. I can't remember the name of that song. But I do remember dancing in your arms. . And then a voice came through "pianissimo".
Pigtails and freckles, braces on your teeth. Who would have thought you would turn out so beautiful?. Awkward and bashful, scared right from the start.
Papa loves mambo. Mama loves mambo. Look at 'em sway with it, gettin' so gay with it. Shoutin' Olé with it, wow!. . Papa loves mambo (papa loves mambo).
Oh, Patricia, my darlin', Patricia. I can see all my dreams in your eyes. Your smile is as gay as a bright summer day. You're much fairer than Erin's blue skies.
A long time ago, a million years BC. The best things in life were absolutely free. But no one appreciated a sky that was always blue. And no one congratulated a moon that was always new.
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby.. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream,.
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue sea. Tell your pa pa-paya. You're comin' home with me . . . yip!. . My sweet pa-paya mamma wears a bamboo skirt. She dances barefoot an' her feet don't hurt.
Only one can make the valley deep. The mountain high, the oak tree strong. Only one can bless us while we sleep. And give us faith to keep. To keep our whole life long.
Onward, christian soldiers,. Marching as to war,. With the cross of jesus,. Going on before!. . Christ the royal master,. Leads against the foe;. Forward into battle,.
No . . . not the Roosevelt's, not the Truman's,. not the Eisenhower's no, this is not that kind of show!. Not the Kennedy's, no not the Kennedy's,. just a family of four, so it couldn't be the Kennedy's.
I cross my fingers,. Every time that you kiss me goodnight,. I cross my fingers,. Even though you were holding me tight,. You say you love me. And I know that's a very good sign,.
I don't know what he told you,. the stranger at the party.. I only know you met him. an' now you can't forget him,. he's a stranger no more!. . I can't believe it happened.
I could just sit around making music all day long. As long as I'm making my music ain't gonna do nobody no harm. And who knows maybe I'll come up with a song.
Whenever skies look gray to me,. And trouble begins to brew. Whenever the winter winds become too strong,. I concentrate on you!. . When fortune cries nay nay to me,.
I confess to have a willingness and wanting for you. To have you here by me, near by me, all my life through. . You run around. You run around. Run around, baby.
It's twilight on the prairie and the moon will soon be high. she'll be hurting every star up in the sky. we'll lope along to dreamland and we'll bid each care goodbye.