Jean The low-life has lost its appeal And I'm tired of walking these streets To a room with a cupboard bare Jean I'm not sure what happiness means But I look in your eyes And I know That it isn't there We tried, we failed We tried, and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried
Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I possess I thank the Lord I've been blessed With more than my share of happiness To me this old world is a wonderful place And I'm just about the luckiest human in the whole human race I've got no silver and I've got no gold Just a whole lot of happiness in my soul Happiness, happiness, the greatest gift that I possess I thank the Lord I've been blessed With more than my share of happiness Good old Ken Dodd, eh ?
I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom, for me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world
The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Blimey, this is far to MOTR! Cos you're the green manalishi with the two pronged crown All my trying is up, all your bringing is down Just taking my love then slipping away Leaving me here just trying to keep from following you
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you; Remember I'll always be true. And then while I'm away, I'll write home ev'ry day, And I'll send all my loving to you.
I hear them saying Tomorrow's just another day I hear them saying And it gets better every day I hear them saying Tomorrow's just another day Tomorrow's just another day
If only Cheep could fly. If only Cheep could fly. Then he a proper bird would be. In sky he would float quite free, when all his friends go by. If Cheep could use his wings, he would not bump into things, and to take some great care, not to fall in that Cat's lair. If he saw the Crow, he quickly home would go, with his favourite friend called Orm, and there all safe and warm, and dream about another day.
One day I'll fly away Leave your love to yesterday What more can your love do for me When will love be through with me Why live life from dream to dream And dread the day that dreaming ends OR, altenatively One day I'll weigh a fly heave an insect pest today
Dread, Natty Dread now, (Natty Dread) Dreadlock Congo Bongo I. (Natty Dread) Natty Dreadlock in a Babylon: (Natty Dread) A dreadlock Congo Bongo I. (Natty Dread) Eh! Children get your culture (Natty Dreadlock) And don't stay there and gesture, a-ah, (Natty Dreadlock) Or the battle will be hotter (Natty Dreadlock) And you won't get no supper. (Natty Dreadlock) Natty Dread, Natty Dread, now; (Natty Dread) A dreadlock Congo Bongo I. (Natty Dread) Natty Dreadlock in a Babylon - (Natty Dread) Roots Natty, Roots Natty! (Natty Dread) ... Jah Rastafari!!
I don't like cricket I love it Dreadlock Holiday I don't like reggae I love it Dreadlock Holiday Don't like Jamaica I love her Dreadlock Holiday. by 10 CC
All you need is love, all you need is love, All you need is love, love, love is all you need. All you need is love (all together now) All you need is love (everybody) All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
I feel it in my fingers I feel it in my toes The love that's all around me And so the feeling grows It's written on the wind It's everywhere I go So if you really love me Come on and let it show You know I love you, I always will My mind's made up by the way that I feel There's no beginning, there'll be no end 'Cause on my love you can depend
Stems and bones and stone walls too Could keep me from you Skein of skin is all too few To keep me from you But oh my love, though our bodies may be parted Though our skin may not touch skin Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow I will come on the breath of the wind
Take time for your pleasure And laugh with love Take the hand of another And sing for the wings of a dove Woah woah, for the wings of a dove Woah woah, for the wings of a dove
If you lived in Pigeon Street, Here are the people you could meet, Here are the people who would say Hello, Goodbye, Hello, Goodbye Every day If you lived in Pigeon Street, Here are the people you could meet, Here are the people who would share the sights, the sounds, the air Where pigeons beat their wings, wings beat. Pigeons beat their wings, wings beat to meet in Pigeon Street (At the bottom of Pigeon Street we find Guano Crescent)
Father wears his Sunday best Mother's tired she needs a rest The kids are playing up downstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a date to keep He can't hang around Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our ...
