If you throw away kisses
The boomerang misses
Spin round and round
Fall on featherbed quilted
Faced with silk
Softly stuffed eider down
Take refuge in pleasure
Just give me your future
We’ll forget your past
Oh mother of pearl
Submarine lover
In a shrinking world
My boomerang won’t come back.
Baby come back
Any kind of fool could see
There was somethin’ in everything about you
Baby come back
You can blame it all on me
I was wrong and I just can’t live without you
I sang my balls off for you baby
I almost broke the microphone
I even sang the song that you wrote
But when I woke up I was alone–
Oh! Baby, baby, come back–
I need you to make a good track
Baby, baby come back
Baby, baby come back
It’s the last song I’ll ever write for you,
It’s the last time that I’ll tell you,
Just how much I really care.
This is the last song I’ll ever sing for you,
You’ll come looking for the light,
And it won’t be there.
My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette glows in the dark
Living room is still
I walk by, no remark
Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I, in a small cafe
Then a stranger came along
And everything went wrong
Now there’s three cigarettes in the ashtray
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine.
He gets me my drinks for free.
And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke,
But there’s someplace that he’d rather be.
Now at a game of chance the other night
Ol’ Dame Forson wasn’t doin’ me right
Them kings and queens just kept on comin’ round
Well I got a full and I bet it high
But my plug didn’t work on a certain guy
He just kept a risin’ and a layin’ that money down
He’s raise me and I’d raise him
I sweated blood I had to sink or swim
He finally called and he didn’t raise the bet
I said “aces is full pal how about you?”
He said “I’ll tell you in a minute or two
But I just gotta have another cigarette”
Smoke smoke smoke that cigarette
Puff puff puff
And if you smoke yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
It’s just a cigarette and it cannot be that bad
Honey don’t you love me and you know it makes me sad?
It’s just a cigarette like you always used to do
I was different then, I don’t need them to be cool
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In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand at the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy in the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats, mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
It’s like the darkness has been here
For more than days
We watch the evening’s army
Leave our shores in every age
To stain eternal bronze
With the mortals die
While every mother’s crying
Wait till the morning
When a wheel of fire will cross the sky
A harbor dawn can be signaled
By a single seagull’s cry
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O,
If ever I return, pretty Peggy-O,
If ever I return, all your cities I will burn,
Destroying all the ladies in the are-o.
If ever I would leave you
It wouldn’t be in summer.
Seeing you in summer
I never would go.
Your hair streaked with sunlight,
Your lips red as flame,
Your face with a lustre
That puts gold to shame!
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
I’d rather have Jesus than silver and gold
No fame or fortune
Nor riches untold
I’d rather have Jesus than silver and gold
(I was not expecting that when I googled “silver and gold” lyrics)
Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On every Christmas tree
Como mit Kinderchor: Einmal im Jahr wird alles wahr
Zu Weihnacht vergiss nicht,
Vergiss es gewiss nicht.
The whole world needs, a Christmas dream
We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
We need it to warm us, to calm us, to love us
To help us to dream our Christmas dream
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me