Sweet dreams of you. Every night, I go through. Why can't I forget you, and start my life anew --. Instead of having sweet dreams about you?. . You don't love me, it's plain.
When I was young, my Dad would say. Come on Son let's go out and play. Sometimes it seems like yesterday. And I'd climb up the closet shelf. When I was all by my-self.
Way down upon the Swanee River,. Far, far away. That's where my heart is yearning ever,. Home where the old folks stay. . Way down upon the Swanee River,.
I hate to see that evening sun go down. I hate to see that evening sun go down. Cause my baby, he's gone left this town. . Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today.
What is so rare as a day in June?. 'Till now we have never been told. The old question's answered by one that is new. What is so rare, dear, as you?. .
Beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean. The unborn grass lies waiting. For its coat to turn to green. The snowbird sings the song he always sings. And speaks to me of flowers.
Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.
We are a rock revolving. Around a golden sun. We are a billion children rolled into one. So when I hear about the hole in the sky. Saltwater wells in my eyes.
Deep within my heart lies a melody. A song of old San Antone. Where in dreams I live with a memory. Beneath the stars all alone. It was there I found beside the Alamo.
Do I Want You? Yes I Do. Do I Need You? Baby You Know It's True. But I Ain't Got Nothin' That You Can Use. So I'm Sittin' On My Own Here, With These Poor Boy Blues.
You came to me from out of nowhere, you took my heart and found it free,. Wonderful dreams, wonderful schemes from nowhere,. Make every hour as sweet as a flower to me..
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,.
Everybody's going out and having fun. I'm a fool for staying home and having none.. I can't get over how she set me free.. Oh, lonesome me.. . There must be some way that I can lose these lonesome blues.
mel bay in your manual you taught us how to hold a pick. you got to hold it in this manner in order to play like this. now w'ere happily strummin and you ought to hear us play.
Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I. Always hear when you sigh. Never in my wordland. Could there be ways to reveal. In a phrase how I feel. . Have you ever heard two turtle doves.
Look down, look down that lonesome road. Before you travel on.. . Look down, look down that lonesome road. Before you travel on.. Look up, look up and greet your maker,.
And those weird China blues. Never go away. Sad, mad blues. For all the while they seem to say. . Oh, Limehouse kid. Oh, oh, Limehouse kid. Goin' the way.
If I could see you just one time. Oh how it'd ease my troubled mind. If I could hold you just one time. And then pretend that you're still mine. . [Chorus].