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On a day like today
We passed the time away Writing love letters in the sand How you laughed when I cried Each time I saw the tide Take our love letters from the sand CHORUS You made a vow that you would ever be true But somehow that vow meant nothing to you Now my broken heart aches With every wave that breaks Over love letters in the sand <WHISTLING-CHORUS>Now my broken heart aches With every wave that breaks Over love letters in the sand |
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April love is for the very young
Every star's a wishing star that shines for you April love is all the seven wonders One little kiss can tell you this is true Sometimes an April day will suddenly bring showers Rain to grow the flowers for her first bouquet But April love can slip right through your fingers So if she's the one don't let her run away <INSTRUMENTAL>Sometimes an April day will suddenly bring showers Rain to grow the flowers for her first bouquet But April love can slip right through your fingers So if she's the one don't let her run away |
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Be-ee fai-thful, darlin'
While you're away For when it's summer a heart can stray And though I'll miss you Have a wonderful time But remember, darlin' Remember you're mine (remember you're mine) I-if you-ou go dancin' And he holds you tight (and he holds you tight) And lips are tempted on a summer night (on a summer night) Your heart beats faster When the stars start to shine Just remember, darlin' Remember you're mine (remember you're mine) I'll be lo-o-nely, I'll be blue But I promise I'll be tru-ue-ue And though I'll miss you Have a wonderful time But remember, darlin' Remember you're mine (Remember you're mine |
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Moody River
-Artist: Pat Boone from ""Pat Boone's Greatest Hits""-MCA: MCAC 10085 -peak Billboard position # 1 in 1961 -Words and Music by Gary D. Bruce (Moody river, moody river) CHORUS Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree It stands beside the river where you were to meet me On the ground your glove I found With a note addressed to me It read ""Dear love, I've done you wrong"" ""Now I must set you free"" ""No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin"" ""I just couldn't tell you that guy was just a friend"" CHORUS I looked into the muddy water and what could I see? I saw a lonely, lonely face just lookin' back at me Tears in his eyes and a prayer on his lips And the glove of his lost love at his fingertips CHORUS |
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I'll be home, my darling
Please wait for me wait for me We'll stroll along together Once more our love will be free At the corner drugstore Each Saturday we would meet we would meet I'd walk you home in the moonlight All of these things we'll repeat So darling, as I write this letter Here's hoping you're thinking of me My mind's made up So long until I'll be home to start serving you I'll be home, my darling Please wait for me wait for me I'd walk you home in the moonlight Once more our love will be free Darling, as I write this letter Here's hoping you're thinking of me My mind's made up so long until I'll be home to start serving you I'll be home, my darling Please wait for me wait for me I'll walk you home in the moonlight Once more our love will be free |
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Don't-a forbid me to hold you tight
Darling, Don't Forbid Me to hold you tight Let-a me hold you in my lovin' arms 'Cause it's cold and I can keep you warm Don't a forbid me to kiss your lips Darling, Don't Forbid Me to kiss your lips Let-a me kiss you please baby, please 'Cause it's cold and your lips might freeze. There's a strong Westwind a-blowing and there's a big, blue moon above And, pretty baby, I'll be knowing you need some heartwarming love So don't-a forbid me to talk sweet talk Darling, Don't Forbid Me to talk sweet talk Let-a me fill your little heart with fire |
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Well, now, everybody's gonna have religion and glory
Everybody's gonna be singin' that story Everybody's gonna have a wonderful time up there Oh, Glory Hallelujah Brother, there's a reckonin' a comin' in the mornin' Better get ready 'cause I'm givin' you the warnin' Everybody's gonna have a wonderful time up there Now listen, everybody 'cause I'm talkin' to you The Lord is the only one to carry you through You better get ready, 'cause I'm tellin' you why? The lord is a comin' from his throne on high Goin' down the valley, goin' one by one We're gonna be rewarded for the things we've done How you gonna feel about the things you'll say on that judgment day? Well-a, well-a, well-a Well, now, everybody's gonna have religion and glory Everybody's gonna be singin' that story Everybody's gonna have a wonderful time up there Oh, Glory Hallelujah Brother, there's a reckonin' a comin' in the mornin' Better get ready 'cause I'm givin' you the warnin' Everybody's gonna have a wonderful time up there Now you get your holy Bible in the back of the book The book of revelations is the place you look If you understand it and you can if you try The Lord is a comin' from his throne on high A readin' in the Bible 'bout the things He said He said He's comin' back again to raise the dead Are you gonna be among the chosen few? Or will you make it through? Well-a, well-a, well-a Everybody's gonna have religion and glory Everybody's gonna be a singin' that story Everybody's gonna have a wonderful time up there Oh, Glory Hallelujah Brother, there's a reckon a comin' in the mornin' Better get ready 'cause I'm givin' you the warnin' Everybody's gonna have a wonderful time up there Well-a, well-a, well-a Everybody's gonna have religion and glory Everybody's gonna be a singin' that story Everybody's gonna have a wonderful time up there Oh, Glory Hallelujah Brother, there's a reckon a comin' in the mornin' Better get ready 'cause I'm givin' you the warnin' Everybody's gonna have a wonderful time up there |
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Thee I love more than the meadow so green and still
More than the mulberries on the hill More than the buds of a May apple tree I love thee Arms have I, strong as the oak for this occasion Lips have I, to kiss thee, too, in friendly persuasion Thee is mine though I don't know many words of praise Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways Put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove And come with me, for thee I love Friendly persuasion Thee is mine though I don't know many words of praise Thee pleasures me in a hundred ways Put on your bonnet, your cape, and your glove And come with me, for thee I love |
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