No more champagne
And the fireworks are through
Here we are, me and you
Feeling lost and feeling blue
It’s the end of the party
And the morning seems so grey
So unlike yesterday
Now’s the time for us to say…
Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbour is a friend
Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t we might as well lay down and die
You and I
One lies down near Appomattax, many miles away
Another sleeps at Chickamauga, and they both wore suits of gray
'Mid the strains of “Down to Dixie”, the third was laid away
In a trench at Santiago, the Blue and the Gray
She’s alone tonight, while the stars shine bright, with a heart full of despair
On the last great day, I can hear her say, my three boys will be there
Perhaps they’ll wait, at the heav’nly gates, on guard beside their guns
Then the mother true, to the gray and blue, may enter with her sons
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America’s best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request
Put silver wings on my son’s chest
Make him one of America’s best
He’ll be a man they’ll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret.
Well if you’re not married, say your lover’s name
I fought in that battle, so I might know the same.
Draw near to my garment, and there you will see
His name is embroidered on my mantle so green.
In the ribbon of her mantle, there I did behold,
His name and his surname, in letters of gold
Young William O’Riley, appeared in my view
He was my chief comrade back in famed waterloo
Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo, promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo, couldn’t escape if I wanted to
Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you
Now ol’ Adam was the first in history
With an apple he was tempted and deceived
Just for spite the devil made him take a bite
And that’s where ol’ Adam met his Waterloo
Waterloo, Waterloo
Where will you meet your Waterloo
Every puppy has his day
Everybody has to pay
Everybody has to meet his Waterloo
And God created man from dust
With a soul inside his mould
And god created womankind
The vessel of Satan’s hold
Creator made the serpent wise
Evil in his tempting eyes
Man is wonderful, very wonderful
Look at him, beware the future
Raven hair and ruby lips
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
And still the raven
Remain in my room
No matter how much I implore
No words can soothe him
No prayer remove him
And I must hear forever more
Quote the raven
Nevermore
Thus quote the raven
Nevermore
In my room (in my room).
In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Well, well, well, so I can die easy
Jesus gonna make up my dyin’ bed
One dyin’ and a buryin’.
Some cryin’, six carryin’ me;
I wanta be free.
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
Sinners are much more fun…
You know that only the good die young
Die young, die young
Can’t you see the writing in the air?
Die young, gonna die young
Someone stopped the fair(*)
(*)Nearly all lyric sites quote this word as “pain” or “fall”, which is thoroughly incorrect!
I took a trip down to look at the fair
When I arrived I found nobody there
It seemed that I was all alone
Must be that they’ve all gone home
I gotta gotta take a trip, gotta take a trip out of this place
I gotta gotta get away, get away from the human race
I don’t know what I’ll see, don’t even know what I’ll find
I don’t know what to pack, never been to a trip at the mind
Trip at the brain, trip at the brain
Trip at the brain, do you know what I’m saying?
Trip at the brain, trip at the brain
Trip at the brain, well I’m going insane!
We gotta get out of this place
If its the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'Cause girl, there’s a better life
For me and you
Stand up your feet
'Cause your life is short as hell
You could be dead tomorrow
Today may be your last chance to believe in yourself
Your last chance to yell
Your last chance to be good to yourself
Your last chance to drink from life’s well
So drink from the well
Oh yeah
So listen, go, go, hold your fists high
Grow, slow, stand up for the fight
Though I hope you never have to
So I say run, run, the sparkling light
Have your find and then come home at night
I’m sure you’ll tell me something new
Yeah, I can see the world through you
You can smile
Every smile for the man
Who held your hand
'Neath the pale moonlight
But don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darlin’
Save the last dance for me