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Let It Be

When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be (4*)
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people,
living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
still a chance that they will see,
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be ( 4* )
There will be an answer, let it be.

And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music,
Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be ( 4* )
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be ( 4* )
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.


Streets Of London

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
picking up the paper, with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride and held loosely by his side,
yesterday's papers, tellin' yesterday's news.

Refrain:
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
and say for you the sun don's shine?
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something, to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old gal who walks the streets of London,
dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking
carrying her home in two bags. Refrain

And in the all-night cafe, at a quarter past eleven
some old man sitting there on his own.
Looking at the world over the rim of his tea-cup
each tea lasts an hour, then he wanders home alone. Refrain

And have you seen the old man outside the Seaman's mission
His memory's fading with those medal ribbons that he wears.
And in our winter city, the rain cries a little pity for one more
forgotten hero, and a world that doesn't care. Refrain


Yellow Submarine

In the town where I was born
lived a man who sailed to sea,
and he told me of his life
in the land of submarine.

So we sailed up to the sun
till we found the sea of green,
and we lived beneath the waves,
in our yellow submarine.

We all live in the yellow submarine,
yellow submarine.

And our friends are all on board
many more of them live next door.
And the band begins to play...

As we live a life of ease
Every one of us has all we need,
sky of blue and sea of green
in our yellow submarine.


Sailing

I am sailing, I am sailing home again 'cross the sea
I am sailing stormy waters, to be near you, to be free.

I am flying, I am flying like a bird 'cross the sea
I am flying, passing high clouds to be near you, to be free.

Can you hear me, can you hear me thro' the dark night, far away?
I am dying, for ever trying to be with you; who can say?

We are sailing, we are sailing home again 'cross the sea
We are sailing stormy waters, to be near you, to be free.


Norwegian Wood

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me.
She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood?
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair.
I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine.
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed".
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh.
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath.
And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown.
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, Norwegian wood.


Penny Lane

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello

On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a Mac
In the pouring rain, very strange

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back

In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean
It's a clean machine

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Full of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway

In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain, very strange

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane


Sing, Sing a Song

Sing, sing a song
Sing out loud, sing out strong
Sing of good things, not bad
Sing of happy, not sad

Sing, sing a song
Make it simple to last your whole life long
Don't worry that it's not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Just sing, sing a song

Sing, sing a song
Let the world sing along
Sing of love that could be
Sing for you and for me


House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New-Orleans,
They call the rising sun,
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And god I know I'm one.

My fother was a tailor,
She sewed my old blue jeans,
My father was a gambling man,
Way down in New Orleans,

Now, the only thing that a gambling man needs,
Is a suitcase and a trunk;
And the only time he's satisfied,
Is when he's on a drunk.

Go tell my baby sister,
Never do like I have done.
To shun that house in New Orleans,
They call the rising sun!

It's one foot to the platform,
And the other on the train;
I'm going back to New Orleans,
To wear the ball and chain.

I'm going back to New Orleans,
my race is almost run,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
Down in the Rising Sun

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