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Good morning, hawkman. Great bio's today, buddy, and I love your "paws for thought" observations. I especially smiled at the palindrome question.

While we await our pretty pup with her fabulous photo's, I have a song to dedicate to farmerman and the yitwails.

PINEAPPLE PRINCESS
Annette with the Afterbeats

Written by Richard Sherman and Robert Sherman
Peaked at # 11 in 1960

CHORUS
"Pineapple princess", he calls me pineapple princess all day
As he plays his ukulele on the hill above the bay
"Pineapple princess, I love you, you're the sweetest girl I've
seen"
"Some day we're gonna marry and you'll be my pineapple queen"

I saw a boy on Oahu isle
Floatin' down the bay on a crocodile
He waved at me and he swam ashore
And I knew he'd be mine forevermore

CHORUS

He sings his song from banana trees
He even sings to me on his water skis
We went skin-divin' and beneath the blue
He sang and played his ukulele, too

"Pineapple princess", I love you, you're the sweetest girl I've
seen
"Some day we're gonna marry and you'll be my pineapple queen"

We'll settle down in a bamboo hut
And he will be my own little coconut
Then we'll be beachcombin' royalty
On wicky-wicky wacky Waikiki

CHORUS

Isn't that a lovely song, folks? Razz

Love K.D. Lang's voice, but we'll wait for one by her.

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That's a lovely song, Letty. Any song about Hawaii is lovely. Laughing

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Thank you, Raggedy, and I agree. In my mind I can still visualize every segment of Michner's book. Wonderful trio today, PA. Burt, Stepanie and K.D. are all winners.

Sorry, folks, if I play this one too much, but it is via request. Mine! Razz

K.D. Lang does Johnny Mercer

Skylark, have you anything to say to me?
Won't you tell me where my love can be?
Is there a meadow in the mist
where someone's waiting to be kissed?

Skylark, have you seen a valley green with spring
where my heart can go a journeying
over the shadows and the rain
to a blossom covered lane?

And in your lonely flight
haven't you heard the music in the night,
wonderful music,
faint as a will o' the wisp, crazy as a loon,
sad as a gypsy serenading the moon.

Oh, skylark, I don't know if you can find these things
but my heart is riding on your wings.
So if you see them anywhere
won't you lead me there?

Oh, skylark, I don't know
if you can find these things
but my heart is riding on your wings.
So if you see them anywhere
won't you lead me there?

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good evening to all from canada !
it's a dark but mild evening here by the shores of lake ontario .
we expect a touch of frost overnight (might help reduce my allergy - HATCHOO ! )
hbg

THE PRETTY PLOUGHBOY

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It's of a pretty ploughboy, stood gazing over his team
Where his horses stood underneath the shade,
The wild youth goes whistling, goes whistling to his plough,
And by chance he used to meet a pretty maid.
A pretty maid, and by chance he used to meet a pretty maid.

If I should fall in love with you, it's my pretty maid,
And when your parents came for to know
The very first thing will be, they will send me to the sea;
They will send me in the wars to be slain!
To be slain, they will send me in the wars to be slain!

Now when her aged parents they came for to know,
The ploughboy was ploughing on the plain.
The press-gang was sent and they pressed her love away
And they sent him in the wars to be slain.
To be slain, and they sent him in the wars to be slain.

'Twas early the next morning when she early rose,
With her pockets well lined with gold.
See how she traced the streets, with the tears all in her eyes,
In search of her jolly ploughboy bold.
Her jolly poughboy bold, in search of her jolly ploughboy bold.

The very first she met was a brisk young sailor bold.
Have you seen my pretty ploughboy? 0 she cried.
He's gone unto the deep, he's a-sailing in the fleet,
Will you ride, pretty maid, will you ride?
Will you ride, will you ride, pretty maid, will you ride?

She rode till she came to the ship her love was in,
Then unto the captain did complain.
Said she I've come to seek for my pretty ploughboy
That is sent to the wars to be slain.
To be slain, that is sent to the wars to be slain.

She took out fifty guineas and trotted them on the floor
And gently she told them all o'er,
And when she'd got her ploughboy all safe in her arms
Then she rowed the pretty ploughboy safe on shore.
Safe on shore, then she rowed the pretty ploughboy safe on shore.

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Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Me and my old Pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasing, Pappy's corn squeezing
Sssssssh, white lightning

Well, the G-men, T-men, Revenuers too
Searching for the place were he made his brew
They were looking, trying to book him
But my Pappy kept on cooking
Sssssssh, oooh, white lightning

Well, I asked my old Pappy why he called his brew
White lightning stead of Mountain Dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing
Sssssssh, ooo, white lightning

Yeah, the G-men, T-men, Revenuers too
Searching for the place were he made his brew
They were looking, trying too book him
My Pappy kept on cooking
Sssssssh, oooooh, white lightning

---- Instrumental Interlude

Well, a city slicker came and he said, I'm tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
He took one swift slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him moaning as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasing your Pappy's corn squeezing
Sssssssh, ooo, white lightning

Well, the G-men, T-men, Revenuers too
Searching for the place were he made his brew
They were looking, trying to book him
But my Pappy kept on cooking
Sssssssh, white lightning

Title: White Lightning
Artist: George Jones

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Hey, hbg. That woman sounds like she knows what she's doin'. Is there a bit of a naughty message behind that saucy miss and her ploughboy? Razz

Cat make you sneeze?

Here's a song that I loved to hear my mom sing as a child, but I misunderstood the lyrics. I thought the song was about a woman named Alice Ben Bolt.

Oh don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt
Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile
And trembled with fear at your frown.
In the old church yard in the valley, Ben Bolt
In a corner obscure and alone
They have fitted a slab of granite so gray
And sweet Alice lies under the stone
They have fitted a slab of granite so gray
And sweet Alice lies under the stone

And don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt
And the master so kind and so true,
And the little nook by the clear running brook,
Where we gathered the flowers as they grew?
On the masters grave grows the grass, Ben Bolt,
And the running little brook is now dry,
And of all the friends who were schoolmates then,
There remain, Ben but you and I,
And of all the friends who were schoolmates then,
There remain, Ben but you and I,

Back in a moment to talk about that lightning, edgar.

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here is a saucy NEW irish song , very enjoyable , i'd say .
please read the footnote :wink:
hbg

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The Irishman Who Doesn't Drink

words and music Andrew McKee

Now listen all it's hard to think
of an Irishman who doesn't drink
and if you'd thought you'd found one
you would surely wonder why
the drink is good the drink is bad
but drink won't tell you what you've had
so look at me and all be sad
for that Irishman tis I

Me father drank, His father drank,
whose father drank, for his father's sake,
me Family tree could surely tap
a Guinness factory for sure...
Now me uncle was a handsome lad,
He's married more than five men had,
But his ailment wasn't all that bad,
For in drink he's found the cure

Me sister who does love to read,
and loves to drink her favorite mead,
to understate she's well-studied,
In mead a doctorate in.
Me Cousin lives near Tennesseee,
His favorite drink of course JD
But his lawyer could not well agree
that it was his next of Kin

When grandmither was very young,
She'd play at her granddad's for fun,
By riding all the day among,
The horses she did tell.
Now her granddad used to gamble drunk,
He beat a Carny's boat that sunk,
And won some holdings, not all junk.
Cause he kept the Carousel.

I do not drink, I do not smoke,
I don't cavort with women folk,
Well maybe... just a little
I've a liberal view of sin.
Now ladies are my vice tis true
I like to see them through and through
And when I see no more to do...
Well then with drinking I'll begin.

KEY Bb

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FOOTNOTE
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Background: This is a song Andrew started writing from an idea he had back in 2005. The fact that Andrew doesn't drink and plays Irish music at Irish pubs is always a good joke. It is not uncommon to get tipped a pint of guinness at a pub show. The result is always Marc getting Andrew's pint too. Using anecdotes and memories of his family, Andrew wrote this song to be semi-biographical with his Irish sense of humor.

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I have invited a distinguished gentleman to introduce this "Irish Monkey Song" to answer both hbg and his non drinking Irish song and edgar's White Lightning. If you can't hear the fellow, just read his lips.

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I went to the animal fair
The birds and beasts were there
The old racoon by the light of the moon
Was combing her aburn hair

The monkey he got drunk
And sat on the elephant's trunk
The elephant sneezed
And fell on his knees
And what became of the monk.

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Oh, I went down South
For to see my Sal
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
My Sal, she is
A spunky gal
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Fare thee well,
Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lousiana
For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Oh, my Sal, she is
A maiden fair
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
With curly eyes
And laughing hair
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Fare thee well,
Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lousiana
For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Behind the barn,
Down on my knees
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
I thought I heard
A chicken sneeze
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Fare thee well,
Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lousiana
For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

He sneezed so hard
With the whooping cough
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
He sneezed his head
And the tail right off
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Fare thee well,
Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lousiana
For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Oh, a grasshopper sittin'
On a railroad track
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
A-pickin' his teeth
With a carpet tack
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Fare thee well,
Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lo'siana
For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Oh, I went to bed
But it wasn't any use
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
My feet stuck out
Like a chicken roost
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Fare thee well,
Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lousiana
For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

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Wow! That brings back memories. I love those fun songs that must have some meaning, but it matters not if they don't, right? (did y'all understand that?)

Well, time to say goodnight, and as I looked around in our vast audience I see there are those who are having problems. Not much that we can do, but support means so much in times of sorrow.

For BBB
For Diane and dys
For Reyn and Viv
and, for me.

The Lonesome Road
James Taylor

Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Don't turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees

If I had stopped to listen once or twice
If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes
If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart
I'd not be on this road tonight

Never mind feeling sorry for yourself
It doesn't save you from your troubled mind

Walk down that lonesome road all by yourself
Don't turn your head back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees

Goodnight, my friends
From Letty with love

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(Billy Edd Wheeler/Jed Peters)

[Spoken:]
He rode easy in the saddle. He was tall and lean, and at first you'd a-thought nothing but a streak of mean could make a man look so down right strong, but one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong. He was a mountain of a man, and I want you to know. He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow. He carried a Bible in a canvas sack and folks just called him The Reverend Mr. Black. He was poor as a beggar, but he rode like a king. Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing:

[Chorus:]
I gotta walk that lonesome valley. I got to walk it by myself. Oh nobody else can walk it for me. I got to walk it by myself.

If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft and had any yellow up his back, I gave that notion up the day a lumberjack came in and there wasn't a prayer. Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door and he cussed everybody up and down the floor! Then, when things got quiet in the place, he walked up and cussed in the preacher's face! He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule and to my way of thinkin' it took a pure fool to turn the other cheek to that lumber jack, but that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black. He stood like a rock, a man among men and he let that lumberjack hit him again, and then with a voice as quiet as could be, he cut him down like a big oak tree when he said:

You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for you. You got to walk it by yourself.

It's been many years since we had to part and I guess I learned his ways by heart. I can still hear his sermon's ring, down in the valley where he used to sing. I followed him, yes, sir, and I don't regret it and I hope I will always be a credit to his memory 'cause I want you to understand. The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man!

You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for you. You got to walk it by yourself.

The Kingston Trio

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Good morning, WA2K audience.

edgar, there are so many variations of that song. I like the version that you played, buddy.

Last evening, I heard this great song by The Duke, folks. It had a calming effect. Such a fantastic melody and soothing chord changes.

Artist: Ellington Duke
Song: In a Sentimental Mood

In A Sentimental Mood I can see
the stars come thru my room
While your loving attitude is
like a flame that lights the gloom

On the wings of ev'ry kiss
Drift a melody so strange and sweet
In this sentimental bliss you make
my Paradise complete

Rose pearls seem to fall
It's all like a dream to call you mine
My heart's lighter thing since you
made me this night a thing divine

In A Sentimental Mood
I'm within a world so heavenly
For I never dreamt that you'd be
loving sentimental me.

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Beat Me Daddy, Eight To The Bar
- written by Don Raye, Hughie Prince and Eleanore Sheehy
- as recorded by The Andrews Sisters with Vic Schoen
& His Orchestra, August 28, 1940

In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
He can play piano any way that you like it
But the way he likes to play is eight to the bar
When he plays, it's a ball
He's the daddy of them all

The people gather around when he gets on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

A-plink, a-plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff, a-raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
A-riffin' out with ease
And when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

He plays a boogie, he plays eight to the bar
A boogie-woogie, that is the way he likes to play on his piano
And we all know
That when he plays he puts them all in a trance
The cats all holler "Hooray"
You'll hear them say, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

----- instrumental break -----

In a little honky-tonky village in Texas
There's a guy who plays the best piano by far
When he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler, "Beat me up Daddy, beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

The people gather around when he gets up on the stand
Then when he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm that he plays puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there ever bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar"

A-plink plink, a-plank plank, a-plink plank, plink plank
A-plunkin' on the keys
A-riff riff, a-raff raff, a-riff raff, riff raff
A-riffin' out with ease
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
They holler out, "Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar

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Good morning, dys. I just checked and Patty Andrews is still alive. We talked about that song at the Virginia reunion, and my oldest sister played it loudly on Mamma's upright Kimbal. I really thought the lyrics were, "...beat me daddy A to the bar..." Razz

Now that I can count, I realize what eight beats to the bar means.

Here's one that has been redone as a tribute to Vera Lynn by Jill Daniels.

A NIGHTINGALE SANG IN BERKLEY SQUARE
Music by Eric Maschwitz Words by Manning Sherwin 1919

When true lovers meet in Mayfair,
So the legends tell,
Song birds sing,
Winter turns to spring,
Ev'ry winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell.
I know such enchantment can be,
'Cause it happened one ev'ning to me.

Chorus:
That certain night,
The night we met,
There was magic abroad in the air.
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turn'd and smiled at me,
A nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love
The whole darn world seemed upside down

The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And as we kiss'd and said "good-night"
A nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

How strange it was , How sweet and strange
There was never a dream to compare
With that hazy, crazy night we met
When a nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

This heart of mine beat loud and fast
Like a merry-go-round in a fair
For we were dancing cheek to cheek
And a nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

When dawn came stealing up all golden blue,
To interrupt our rendezvous.
I still remember how you smiled and said,
"Was that a dream or was it true?"

Our homeward step was just as light
As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away,
A nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square.

I know 'cause I was there,
That night in Berk'ley Square

FROM JILL DANIELS
VERA LYNN TRIBUTE SHOW

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Good Morning WA2K.

I've always liked Vera Lynn. Thank you, Letty. I never knew all the lyrics to "Nightingale Sang in Berkely Square".

A Happy 74th Birthday to English composer, John Barry, (James Bond Theme, Out of Africa soundtrack, et al); 62nd to J. D. Souther (singer/composer, You're Only Lonely, et al); 52nd to Kate Capshaw, actress and wife of Steven Spielberg); and 50th to Dolph Lundgren, Swedish actor, director and karateka.

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I really like this J. D. Souther song:

I don't want you to hold me tight
Till you're mine to hold
And I don't even want you to stay all night
Just until the moon turns cold

All I need is black roses
White rhythm and blues
And somebody who cares when you lose
Black roses, white rhythm and blues

You say that somebody really loves you
You'd find her if you just knew how
But honey, everyone in the whole wide world
Is probably asleep by now

And they're dreaming of
Black roses, white rhythm and blues
And somebody who cares when you lose
Black roses, white rhythm and blues

Close your eyes
Sleep away all your blues
I've done everything but lie
Now I don't know what else I can do

Ah, the night time sighs and I hear myself
But the words just stick in my throat
Would you think that somebody like me
Might hurt much more than it shows

Just send me black roses
White rhythm and blues
And somebody who cares when you lose
Black roses, white rhythm and blues
Black roses, white rhythm and blues

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Well, there's our Raggedy with a great quartet of famous folks.

Glad that you liked the nightingale song, PA. Frankly, I never knew the song had a verse. That always reminds me of Kitchen Pete. Hope he is all right.

I am certain everyone enjoyed your song by J.D. Souther. I am not familiar with him, but those lyrics are lovely.

Until our hawk flies in, here is another one by J.D. The lyrics have key words that encompass my mini philosophy.

WHEN THE WORLD IS READY TO FALL ON YOUR LITTLE SHOULDERS,
AND WHEN YOU'RE FEELING LONELY AND SMALL,
YOU NEED SOMEBODY THERE TO HOLD YOU.
YOU CAN CALL OUT MY NAME...WHEN YOU'RE ONLY LONELY,
NOW, DON'T YOU EVER BE ASHAMED, YOU'RE ONLY LONELY,

WHEN YOU NEED SOMEBODY AROUND ON THE NIGHTS THAT TRY YOU,
(REMEMBER) I WAS THERE WHEN YOU WERE A QUEEN,
AND I'LL BE THE LAST ONE THERE BESIDE YOU.
SO YOU CAN CALL OUT MY NAME...WHEN YOU'RE ONLY LONELY.
NOW, DON'T YOU EVER BE ASHAMED, YOU'RE ONLY LONELY,

WHEN THE WORLD IS READY TO FALL ON YOUR LITTLE SHOULDERS,
AND WHEN YOU'RE FEELING LONELY AND SMALL,
YOU NEED SOMEBODY THERE TO HOLD YOU.
SO DON'T YOU EVER BE ASHAMED, YOU'RE ONLY LONELY.
AH, YOU CAN CALL OUT MY NAME...WHEN YOU'RE ONLY LONELY,

WHEN YOU'RE ONLY LONELY...
AH, IT'S NO CRIME...DARLING, WE'VE GOT LOTS OF TIME.

AH, THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU...
DARLING, I GET LONELY, TOO.

SO IF YOU NEED ME, ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS CALL ME.
YOU'RE ONLY LONELY.

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here is the RACCOON song to join the song of letty's monkey :wink:

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Raccoon Song
( sung to the tune of Kookaberra)

Raccoon sleeps in a hollow tree
While the sun shines on you and me.
Sleep, little raccoon,
Sleep, little raccoon,
Warm and cozily.

In the darkest part of night
Raccoon has the best eyesight.
Look, little raccoon,
Look, little raccoon,
My, your eyes are bright.

Raccoon hardly makes a sound
When he prowls all around.
Hunt, little raccoon,
Hunt, little raccoon,
Find food on the ground.

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Great, hbg. Raccoons have been the subject of interesting psych experiments. The Brelands decided to test the power of behavior modification. They trained a group of the little bandits to put a coin in a slot to obtain food, but as instinctual drift would have it, the ring tailed animals equated the coins with food and washed them thoroughly instead of putting them in the slot. Razz

Incidentally, I goofed. It was supposed to be the old Baboon who was combing her auburn hair.

Thanks, Canada, for the reminder.

Well, folks, Bob didn't make it today, but I do think today is the birthday of LuLu, and many of you may remember this song by her in the movie starring Sidney Potier.

To Sir With Love

Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on,
But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn't easy, but I'll try,

If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love

The time has come,
For closing books and long last looks must end,
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong,
That's a lot to learn,
What, what can I give you in return?

If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
But I, would rather you let me give my heart,
To Sir, with Love

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Chains Of Love
Pat Boone
1956

[Words by Ahmet Ertegun and Music by Van Wells]

Chains of love
Have tied my heart to you
Chains of love
Have made me feel so blue
Well, now I'm your prisoner
Tell me what you gonna do

Are ya gonna leave me
Are ya gonna make me cry
Are ya gonna leave me
Are ya gonna make me cry
These chains are gonna haunt me
Until the day I die

Well, if you're gonna leave me
Please, wontcha set me free
Well, if you're gonna leave me
Please, wontcha set me free
I can't bear these chains that bind me
Unless you're here with me

Well, it's three o'clock in the mornin'
The moon is shinin' bright
Yes, it's three o'clock in the mornin'
The moon is shinin' bright
I just sit and wonder
Where can you be tonight

Previously a #2 R&B hit for Joe Turner in 1951
Charted in 1969 by Bobby Bland #60

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letty :
speaking of baboons , how about letting THE MONKEES out of the cage ? Laughing

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Apples, Peaches, Bananas and Pears

I love you, girl, now that's the truth
I need you
Don't be cruel, don't be cruel
Give me just a little help and to show how much I care
I bring you Apples, Peaches, Bananas and Pears

Run to me
Girl don't wait to long
And you'll see
I won't do you wrong
Promise me no matter what
Forever you'll be there
I'll bring you Apples, Peaches, Bananas and Pears

I've said all I can today, girl
That's the way I am
Take it for what it's worth,
Throw the rest into the sun

Give me you
Girl, that's all I ask
Please be true
All I want's a love to last
I'll give it all back to you
And just to prove I'm fair
I bring you Apples, Peaches, Bananas and Pears

Whoa!

I love you, girl, now that's the truth
I need you
Don't be cruel, don't be cruel
Give me just a little help
And to show how much I care
I bring you Apples, Peaches, Bananas and Pears
Apples, Peaches, Bananas and Pears

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