She was pretty as a picture
Shining in a window, everybody said so
What did Johnny have to give her?
Johnny in a small town
Putting on a suit he had borrowed
Knowing she would probably
Leave him tomorrow
Weak and alone with himself
And he tells himself, “It’ll be alright”
Happiness is just around the corner
Here’s a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note…
Don’t worry, be happy…
In every life we have some trouble
But, when you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry be happy, now…
“The world today can be a scary place,
Hard to keep your faith in the human race.
We’re running outta trees,
And we’re running outta space,
But we’ll never run out of good people.”
(Great Big Sea)
They took all the trees,
And put 'em in a tree museum.
And they charged the people,
A dollar and a half to seem 'em.
No no no,
Don’t it always seem to go,
That you don’t know what you’ve got til its gone?
They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Paul Robeson
He rocks in the tree tops all day long
Hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing his song
All the little birdies on Jaybird Street
Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet
Rockin’ robin, rock rock
Rockin’ robin’
Blow rockin’ robin
'Cause we’re really gonna rock tonight
What does the free fall feel like?
Asks the boy with a spark in his eye
Know why the nightingale sings
Is the answer to everything
Taking a step to a world unbound
Spin my fantasies all around
Freed from the gravital leash
I swear that heaven’s in my reach
Heaven on the 7th floor
(Hey baby)
Heaven on the 7th floor
(I ain’t complainin’)
But I’ve never been so high before
So please don’t rescue me
Never set me free
Hey, hey, hey…
Heaven, I’m in heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we’re out together dancing, cheek to cheek
Fred Astaire
But I fell
Alive with you
And I fell
Some kind of heaven
When I fell
Deep inside her
And I fell
Some kind of heaven
Give me
Give me
Give me
Some kind of heaven
Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
And you light up my life,
You give me hope to carry on,
You light up my days and fill my nights with song…
And when I die
and when I’m dead, dead and gone,
There’ll be one child born and
a world to carry on, to carry on
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Sorry, Blood, Sweat & Tears, of course!
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
He was born a pauper to a pawn
On a Christmas day
When the New York Times said
“God is dead and the War’s begun”
Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
In tradition with the family plan
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon
And now I know,
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say.
I thought I knew,
But now I know that rose trees never grow,
In New York City.
Roses are red, my love
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet, my love
But not as sweet as you
Senorita, Spanish rose, wipes her eyes and blows her nose.
Uptown in Harlem she throws a rose- to some lucky young matador.
Lace around the collars of the blouses of the ladies
Flowers from a Spanish friend of the family
The embroidery of your life holds you in and keeps you out
But you survive, imprisoned in your bones
Behind the isinglass windows of your eyes