Frank Sinatra - Sinatra Sings Rodgers & Hammerstein (1997) by Frank Sinatra (보컬) on maniadb.com

Don't throw bouquets at me, don't please my folks too much,
Don't laugh at my jokes too much, people will say we're in love.
Don't sigh and gaze at me, your sighs are so like mine,
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine, people will say we're in love.
Don't start collecting things, give me my rose and my glove,
Sweetheart, they're suspecting things, people will say we're in love.
Don't praise my charm to much, don't look so vain with me,
Don't stand in the rain with me, people will say we're in love.
Don't take my arm too much, don't keep your hand in mine,
Your hand feels so grand in mine, people will say we're in love.
Don't dance all night with me, till the stars fade out of sight,
They'll see it's alright with me, people will say we're in love.

When I take you out tonight with me
honey, here's the way it's gonna be,
You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses in the slickest gig you'll ever see.

Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
when I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top.

Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
when I drive them high steppin' strutters,
Nosy folks will peep through the shutters and their eyes will pop.

Those wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown, the dashboard's genuine leather.
With nice bright curtains that can roll right down in case there's a change in the weather.

Two bright side lights winking and blinkin,
ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinking,
You can keep your rig if you're thinking that I care to swap
For that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top.

(Would you say the fringe was made of silk?) Wouldn't have no other kind but silk.
(Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?)
One's like snow, the others more like milk (so you can tell `em apart)
All the world would fly in a flurry
when I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top.

When we hit that road hell for leather
cats and dogs all dance in the heather.
Birds and frogs will sing all together and the toads will hop.

The wind will whistle as we rattle along, the cows will moo in the clover
The river will ripple out a whispered song, and whisper it over and over.

Don't you wish you'd go on forever,
don't wish you'd go on forever,
Don't you wish you'd go on forever and would never stop
In that shiny little surrey with fringe on the top?

<SPOKEN> "Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. We'd, we'd like to dispense with the-uh, it so
happens that we
just happen to have a couple of arrangements along with us. And, uh, <Female fans squeal>
Remember, your elders
are sitting all around you. <Fans laugh> We would like to, uh, do, as one of our encores, a very
lovely song. This,
if we may digress for a minute, is not from a motion picture-it is from a show called "Carousel", it's
a very lovely
tune called "If I Loved You." <One female squeals>
If I loved you, time and again I would try to say
All I'd want you to know
If I loved you, words wouldn't come in an easy way
'round in circles I'd go
Longin' to tell you but, afraid and shy,
I'd let my golden chances pass me by

Soon you'd leave me, off you would go in the mist of day
Never, never to know
How I love you, if I loved you

<brief instrumental>

Soon you'd leave me, off you would go in the mist of day
Never, never to know
How I love you, if I loved you

When you walk through a storm,
hold your head up high,
and don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm,
is the golden sky,
and the sweet silver song of the lark.
Walk on through the wind,
walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown,
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
you'll never walk alone.

I wonder what he'll think of me
I guess he'll call me the "old man"
I guess he'll think I can lick
Ev'ry other feller's father
Well, I can!
I bet that he'll turn out to be
The spittin' image of his dad
But he'll have more common sense
Than his puddin-headed father ever had
I'll teach him to wrassle
And dive through a wave
When we go in the mornin's for our swim
His mother can teach him
The way to behave
But she won't make a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill!
Bill. I will see that he is named after me, I will.
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough as a tree, will Bill!
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll toss him around
I don't give a damn what he does
As long as he does what he likes!
He can sit on his tail
Or work on a rail
With a hammer, hammering spikes!
He can ferry a boat on a river
Or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down
The streets of a town
With a whip and a horse and a hack
He can haul a scow along a canal
Run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
Of course it takes talent to do that well
He might be a champ of theheavyweights
Or a feller that sells you glue
Or President of the United States
That'd be all right, too
His mother would like that
But he wouldn't be President unless he wanted to be
Not Bill!
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss or toss him around!
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bastard'll boss
him around
And I'll be damned if he'll marry the boss' daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck
And call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a lorgnet
Say, why am I talkin' on like this?
My kid ain't even been born, yet!
I can see him when he's seventeen or so
And startin' to go with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers, very sound
On the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him ...
Wait a minute!
Could it be?
What the hell!
What if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money!
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father to a girl
She mighn't be so bad at that
A kid with ribbons in her hair!
A kind o' neat and petite
Little tin-type of her mother!
What a pair!
I can just hear myself bragging about her!
My little girl
Pink and white
As peaches and cream is she
My little girl
Is half again as bright
As girls are meant to be!
Dozens of boys pursue her
Many a likely lad does what he can to woo her
>From her faithful dad
She has a few
Pink and white young fellers of two and three
But my little girl
Gets hungry ev'ry night and she come home to me!
My little girl, my little girl!
I got to get ready before she comes!
I got to make certain that she
Won't be dragged up in slums
With a lot o' bums like me
She's got to be sheltered
And be dressed in the best money can buy!
I never knew how to get money
But, I'll try, by God! I'll try!
I'll go out and make it or steal it
Or take it or die

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
O why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were someone else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never head
From a girl I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
Spinning spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as
Well be
Spring

The light-hearted gay kind of charm you display, that's for me.
The wonderful sly little trick with your eye, that's for me.
What a feather in my hat if I could gratify your wish;
Do you like the movies, or what is your favorite dish?
The tilt of your chin, when you chuckle or grin, that's for me.
You might as well know that wherever you go, there I'll be
Just to make sure you keep your heart alone and fancy free.
No one else can have it; that's for me

A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side, at the end of a weary day.
To sit by his side and listen to him talk and agree with the things he'll say.
A fellow needs a girl to hold in hid arms when the rest of the world goes wrong,
To hold in his arms and know that she believes that her fellow is wise and strong.
When things go right, and his job's well done,
He wants to share the prize he's won.
If no one shares and no one cares,
Where is the fun of a job well done? Or a prize you've won?
A fellow needs a home, his own kind of home, but to make this dream come true,
A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl, my kind of girl is you.

We have nothing to remember so far, so far,
So far we haven't walked by night and shared the light of a star.
So far your heart has never fluttered so near, so near
That my own heart alone could hear it.
We haven't gone beyond the very beginning,
We've just begun to know how lucky we are.
So we have nothing to remember so far, so far.
But now I'm face to face with you and now at last we've met,
And now we can look forward to the things we'll never forget.

We haven't gone beyond the very beginning,
We've just begun to know how lucky we are
So we have nothing to remember so far, so far.
But now I'm face to face with you, and now at last we've met,
And now we can look forward to the things we'll never forget.

No keepsakes have we for days that are gone,
No fond recollections to look back upon,
No song that we love, no scene to recall, we have no traditions at all.

I touch your hand,
And my arms grow strong,
Like a pair of birds
That burst with song.
My eyes look down
At your lovely face,
And I hold the world
In my embrace.

Younger than springtime are you,
Softer than starlight are you;
Warmer than winds of June are the gentle lips you gave me.
Gayer than laughter are you,
Sweeter than music are you;
Angel and lover, heaven and earth,
Are you to me.

And when your youth and joy invade my arms
And fill my heart, as now they do,
Then younger than springtime am I,
Gayer than laughter am I,
Angel and lover, heaven and earth,
Am I with you.

Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger,
You may see a stranger across a crowded room,
And somehow you know, you know even then,
That somehow you'll see here again and again.
Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing,
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room,
And night after night, as strange as it seems,
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams.
Who can explain it, who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try.
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love,
When you hear her call you across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side and make her your own,
Or all through your life you may dream all alone.
Once you have found her, never let her go,
Once you have found her, never let her go.

Most people live on a lonely island,
Lost in the middle of a foggy sea.
Most people long for another island,
One where they know they would like to be.

Bali Ha'i
May call you,
Any night,
Any day.
In your heart
You'll hear it call you:
"Come away,
Come away."

Bali Ha'i
Will whisper
On the wind
Of the sea:
"Here am I,
Your special island!
Come to me,
Come to me."

Your own special hopes,
Your own special dreams,
Bloom on the hillside
And shine in the streams.

If you try,
You'll find me
Where the sky
Meets the sea;
"Here am I,
Your special island!
Come to me,
Come to me!"

Bali Ha'i,
Bali Ha'i,
Bali Ha'i.

"Someday you'll see me,
Floating in the sunshine,
My head sticking out
From a low-flying cloud;
You'll hear me call you,
Singing through the sunshine,
Sweet and clear as can be,
Come to me,
Here am I,
Come to me!"

Bali Ha'i,
Will whisper
On the wind
Of the sea:
"Here am I,
Your special island!
Come to me,
Come to me."

"Bali Ha'i,
Bali Ha'i,
Bali Ha'i."

Writer(s): Rodgers/Hammerstein


Hello young lovers who ever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good wishes go with you tonight
I've been in love like you

Be brave young lovers and follow your star
Be brave and faithful and true
Cling very close to each other tonight
I've been in love like you

I know how it feels to have wings on your heels
And fly down the street in a trance
You fly down a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet not really by chance

Don't cry young lovers what ever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone

All of my memories are happy tonight
I've had a love of my own

I've had a love of my own like yours
I've had a love of my own

He: We kiss in the shadow, we hide from the moon,
Our meetings are few and over too soon.
She: We speak in a whisper, afraid to be heard,
When people are near, we speak not a word.
He: Alone in our secret, together we cry
For one smiling day to be free.
To kiss in the sunlight, and say to the sky,
Behold and believe what you see,
Behold how my lover loves me.
(musical interlude)
She: We speak in a whisper, afraid to be heard,
When people are near, we speak not a word.
He: Alone in our secret, together we cry
For one smiling day to be free.
Both: To kiss in the sunlight, and say to the sky,
Behold and believe what you see,
Behold how my lover loves me.

Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head erect
And whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect I'm afraid.
While shivering in my shoes, I try to tell each toe
To whistle a happy tune and no one ever knows I'm afraid.
The result of this deception is very strange to tell,
For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.
I whistle a happy tune, and every single time,
The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid.
Make believe you're brave, that's the trick to take you far,
You may as brave as you make believe you are
(whistle)
You may as brave as you make believe you are.

The result of this deception is very strange to tell,
For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.
I whistle a happy tune, and every single time,
The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid.
Make believe you're brave, that's the trick to take you far,
You may as brave as you make believe you are
(whistle)
You may as brave as you make believe you are.