Melissa Manchester

Baby cried the day
the circus came to town
'cause she didn't want
parades just passin' by her

So she painted on a smile
and took up with some clown
While she danced
without a net upon the wire
I know a lot about 'er
'cause, you see
Baby is an awful lot like me

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside
learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall
remember you almost had it all

Baby saw that when they
pulled that big top down
They left behind her
dreams among the litter

The different kind of love
she thought she'd found
There was nothin' left
but sawdust and some glitter

But baby can't be broken
'cause you see
She had the finest teacher
that was me- I told 'er

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside
and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall
remember you almost had it all

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside
and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall
remember you almost made it

Don't cry out loud
Just keep it inside
and learn how to hide your feelings
Fly high and proud
And if you should fall
remember you almost had it all -

A bunch of weary voices
I mistook for angels
Telling me what to do with my life
Leaving me no choices
Putting me through changes
Telling me what to do with my life

Oh
I'm sure I won't be back for more
Oh
I am in search of you
My caravan

I will bring my red beads
You will bring what you need
Riding through this journey
On this night

Time to free the gypsy
Time for you to see me
Riding through this journey
On this night

Time to free the gypsy
Time for you to see me
Riding from the darkness
To the light

Oh
I'm sure I won't be back for more
Oh
I am in search of you
My caravan

Oh
I'm sure I won't be back for more, no
Oh
I am in search of you
My caravan

Oh my life's begun
Oh my time has come

It's come
It's come
It's come

I can feel it come
I can see it grow
I found my caravan

Oh
I'm sure I won't be back for more
Oh
I am in search of you
My caravan

Oh
I'm sure I won't be back for more, no
Oh
I am in search of you
My caravan

Here's the real stuff that life is made of
It's the mother and father of love
It is out there and inside your mind
It's the part of the heart
That is measuring time

It's in every heartbeat that you hear
Your defenses against all your fears
How you bounce back
When you start to fall
And it's all in the climb
That's measuring time

Live every minute
Shine like you should
Here is what's in it for you
Don't it feel good
To be feelin' good
Feelin' good

All the answers are inside your heart
Touch somebody
And that's the best part
Love somebody
And see what you find
'Cause we're all in the climb
That's measuring time

Live every minute
Shine like you should
Here is what's in it for you
Don't it feel good
To be feelin' good
Feelin' good

You got to live. . . .

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

Oh, I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases
All your Christmases
May all your Christmases be white

Grace and John are in their morning places
He looks at the paper: she looks straight ahead
Neither one is hungry, but they need to be fed.
Yesterday the kids came by to see them,
Celebrating 30 years of holding on,
Lift a loving cup, a cup of number one.

Chorus

"Look across the table John, look across the table to me";
There's still a young girl in the old girls face.
"Look across the table honey."
So the day begins, through the eyes of Grace.

Late at night, when she can hear him sleeping,
Reaching in the darkness for a dream or two;
What she doesn't know is that he's dreaming too,
Something in the mirror will remind her;


Something 'bout the moonlight shining on the bed;
Women don't get older, just a deeper shade of red.

Chorus

"Tell me what to do Johnny, tell me what to do with all this freedom!"
"Tell me what to do Honey, tell me what to do 'bout all my dreamin'!"
Just to catch his eye when she's not looking, just to be surprised by such an old idea.
Just to see your life seen thought the eyes of Grace.

"Look across the table John, look across the table to me";
There's still a young girl in the old girls face.
More than just a memory.
So the day begins, through the eyes of Grace.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on, our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
So hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on, our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on, our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
So hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now