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Poetry In Song II
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Method, Only Madness!
Will You Love Me Tomorrow?
By Carol King and Gerry Goffin
Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes,
But will you love me tomorrow?
Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moments pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Tonight with words unspoken
You say that I'm the only one,
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning sun?
I'd like to know that your love,
Is love I can be sure of.
So tell me now, and I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Unchained Melody
By HY ZARET
Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch
a long, lonely time.
Time goes by so slowly,
and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
God speed your love to me.
Lonely rivers flow
to the sea, to the sea,
to the open arms of the sea.
Lonely rivers sigh,
wait for me, wait for me.
I'll be coming home,
wait for me.
Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch
a long lonely time.
Time, goes by so slowly,
and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
God speed your love
to me.
Lonely rivers flow,
to the sea, to the sea,
to the open arms of the sea.
All alone I gaze
at the stars, at the stars
dreaming of my love far away.
Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch
a long, lonely time.
Time goes by, so slowly,
and time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love.
I need your love.
God speed your love,
to me.
He Stopped Loving Her Today
By Bob Braddock and Claude Putman, Jr.
He said "I'll love you till I die",
She told him "You'll forget in time"
As the years went slowly by,
She still preyed upon his mind.
He kept her picture on his wall,
Went half-crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all,
Hoping she'd come back again
Kept some letters by his bed,
dated nineteen sixty-two.
He had underlined in red every single
"I love you".
I went to see him just today,
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away,
First time I'd seen him smile in years.
He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today
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Scarborough Fair
(Arranged by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel)
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shIrt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work,
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea strand
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap It with a sickle of leather
Parsley sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tapestry
By Carol King
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn a tattered clothe around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand can down empty
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unraveling; he's come to take me back
He's come to take me back
Photographs and Memories
By Jim Croce
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I have are these
To remember you
Memories that come at night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine
But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then
Summer skies and lullabies
Nights we couldn't say good-bye
And of all of the things that we knew
Not a dream survived
Photographs and memories
All the love you gave to me
Somehow it just can't be true
That's all I've left of you
But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then
April Come She Will
By Paul Simon
April, come she will.
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May, she will stay.
Resting In my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune.
In restless walks she'll prowl the night.
July, she will fly.
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must.
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold.
September, I'II remember.
A Love once new has now grown old.
My Favorite Things
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.
Brown paper packages tied up with strings.
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels.
Doorbells and slay-bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
These are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes.
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes.
Silver white winters that melt into springs.
These are few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.
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Old Friends
by Paul Simon
Old Friends,
Old Friends,
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the Old Friends.
Old Friends
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sun.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle Like dust
On the shoulders
Of the Old Friends.
Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old Friends,
Memory brushes the same years.
Silently sharing the same fears.
Time it was and what a time it was it was.
A time of Innocence,
A time of confidences.
Long ago it must be,
I have a photograph,
Preserve your memories,
They're all that's left you.
Over My Head
By Christine McVie
You can take me to paradise,
And then again you can be as cold as ice.
I'm over my head,
But it sure feels nice.
You can take me anytime you like,
I'll be around if you think you might
Love me baby,
And hold me tight.
Your moods are like circus wheel,
You're changing all the time,
Sometimes I can't help but fell,
That I'm wasting all of my time.
Think I'm looking on the dark side,
But everyday you hurt my pride,
I'm over my head,
But it sure feels nice.
I'm over my head,
But it sure feels nice.
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Songbird
By Christine McVie
For you, there'll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.
To you, I'll give the world
To you, I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.
And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.
And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it from myself .
And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.
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Don't Stop
By Christine McVie
If you wake up and don't want to smile,
If it takes just a little while,
Open your eyes and look at the day,
You'll see things in a different way.
Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don't stop, it'll soon be here,
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone.
Why not think about times to come,
And not about the things that you've done,
If your life was bad to you,
Just think what tomorrow will do.
Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow,
Don't stop, it'll soon be here,
It'll be, better than before,
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone.
Don't you look back,
Don't you look back.
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