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(Lyrics - Phyllis Molinary, Music - Artie Butler)
No complaints and no regrets
I still believe in chasing dreams and placing bets
And I have learned that all you give is all you get
So give it all you've got
I had my share, I drank my fill
And even though I'm satisfied, I'm hungry still
To see what's down another road, beyond a hill
And do it all again
So here's to life
And every joy it brings
Here's to life
To dreamers and their dreams
Funny how the time just flies
How love can go from warm hellos to sad goodbyes
And leave you with the memories you've memorized
To keep your winters warm
But there's no yes in yesterday
And who knows what tomorrow brings, or takes away
As long as I'm still in the game, I want to play
For laughs, for life, for love
So here's to life
And every joy it brings
Here's to life
To dreamers and their dreams
May all your storms be weathered
And all that's good get better
Here's to life
Here's to love
And here's to you
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In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast alseep
You lie awake thinking of the girl
Never even think of counting sheep
While the whole wide world has learned it's lesson
She'd be yours if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
It's the time i miss her most of all
[Instrumental]
In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake thinking of the girl
Never even think of counting sheep
While the whole wide world has learned it's lesson
She'd be yours if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
It's the time i miss her most off all
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We both are lost
And alone in the world
Walk with me
In the gentle rain
Don't be afraid, I've a hand
For your hand and I
Will be your love for a while
I feel your tears as they fall
On my cheek
They are warm like gentle rain
Come little one you have me in the
World and our love will be sweet
Very sweet
Our love will
Be sweet very sad
Very sweet like gentle rain
Like the gentle rain
Like the gentle rain
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If you go away
On this summer's day
Then you might as well
Take the sun away
All the birds that flew
In the summer sky
When our love was new
And our hearts were high
And the day was young
And the nights were long
And the moon stood still
For the night bird's song
If you go away
If you go away
If you go away...
But if you stay
I'll make you a day
Like no day has been
Or will be again
We'll sail on the sun
We'll ride on the rain
And talk to the trees
And worship the wind
But if you go
I'll understand
Leave me just enough love
To fill up my hand
If you go away
If you go away
If you go away...
If you go away
As I know you will
You must tell the world
To stop turning
'til you return again
If you ever do
For what good is love
Without loving you?
Can I tell you now
As you turn to go
I'll be dying slowly
'til the next hello
If you go away
If you go away
If you go away...
But if you stay
I'll make you a night
Like no night has been
Or will be again
I'll sail on your smile
I'll ride on your touch
I'll talk to your eyes
That I love so much
But if you go
I won't cry
Though the good is gone
From the word goodbye
If you go away
If you go away
If you go away...
If you go away
As I know you must
There is nothing left
In this world to trust
Just an empty room
Full of empty space
Like the empty look
I see on your face
And I'd been the shadow
Of your shadow
If you might have kept me
By your side
If you go away
If you go away
If you go away...
If you go away
If you go away...
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Once I was a sentimental thing;
Threw my heart away each spring.
Now a spring romance
Hasn't got a chance.
Promised my first dance to winter.
All I've got to show's a splinter
For my little fling.
Spring this year has got me feeling
Like a horse that never left the post.
I lie in my room
Staring up at the ceiling.
Spring can really hang you up the most.
Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers,
And to them I'd like to drink a toast.
But I walk in the park
Just to kill the lonely hours.
Spring can really hang you up the most.
All afternoon the birds twitter-twitt.
I know the tune. This is love, this is it.
Heard it before
And don't I know the score.
And I've decided that spring is a bore.
Love seems sure around the new year.
Now it's April. Love is just a ghost.
Spring arrived on time,
Only what became of you, dear?
Spring can really hang you up the most.
Spring can really hang you up the most.
Love came my way. I thought it would last.
We had our day, now it's all in the past.
Spring came along, a season of song,
Full of sweet promise
But something went wrong.
Doctors once prescribed a tonic.
Sulfur and molasses was the dose.
Didn't help one bit.
My condition must be chronic.
Spring can really hang you up the most.
All alone, the party is over.
Old man winter was a gracious host.
But when you keep praying
For snow to hide the clover,
Spring can really hang you up the most
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Make someone happy,
Make just one someone happy.
Make just one heart the heart you sing to.
One smile that cheers you,
One face that lights when it nears you.
One gal you're everything to.
Fame, if you win it,
Comes and goes in a minute.
Where's the real stuff in life to cling to?
Love is the answer,
Someone to love is the answer.
Once you've found her,
Build your world around her.
Make someone happy.
Make just one someone happy
And you will be happy too
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Where do you start? How do you separate the present from the past?
How do you deal with all the thing you thought would last? That didn't last
With bits of memories scattered here and there
I look around and don't know where to start
Which books are yours?
Which tapes and dreams belong to you and which are mine?
Our lives are tangled like the branches of a vine that intertwine
So many habits that we'll have to break
And yesterday's we'll have to take apart
One day there'll be a song or something in the air again
To catch me by surprise and you'll be there again
A moment in what might have been
Where do you start? Do you allow yourself a little time to cry?
Or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye? I guess you try
And though I don't know where and don't know when
I'll find myself in love again
I promise there will always be a little place no one will see
A tiny part within my heart, that stays in love with you
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(Johnny Mandel / Paul Francis Webster)
A time for summer skies
For hummingbirds and butterflies
For tender words that harmonize with love
A time for climbing hills
For leaning out of windowsills
Admiring daffodils above
A time for holding hands together
A time for rainbow coloured weather
A time of make believe that we've been dreaming of
As time goes drifting by
The willow bends and so do I
But all my friends whatever skies above
I know a time for spring
A time for fall
But best of all
A time for love
A time for holding hands together
A time for rainbow coloured weather
A time of make believe that we've been dreaming of
As time goes drifting by
The willow bends and so do I
But all my friends whatever skies above
I know a time for spring
A time for fall
But best of all
A time for love
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Maybe I should have saved
Those left-over dreams
Funny, but here's that rainy day!
Here's that rainy day
They told me about
And I laughed at the thought
That it might turn out this way!
Where is that worn-out wish
That I threw aside,
After it brought my lover near?
Funny how love becomes
A cold rainy day
Funny, that rainy day is here!
[Instrumental break]
Funny how love becomes
A cold rainy day
Funny...
That rainy day is here!
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From too much talk to silent touches
Sweet touches
We turned our hearts to love then tried it
First time romance
There in the quiet
Love learns to dance
We loved, we slept, we left the light on
The night's gone
And morning finds us caught in life's most
Sensible trance
Turn up the quiet
Love wants to dance
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Old souls find new life
In hearts that are listening like ours
And old dreams find young wings
In silence, in silence
From too much talk to loving touches
Love touches
When pure emotion takes the moment
We take the chance
Turn up the quiet
Love wants to dance
Love wants to dance
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(Otto Harbach / Jerome Kern)
They asked me how I knew my true love was true
I of course replied "something here inside cannot be denied"
They said "someday you'll find all who love are blind"
When your heart's on fire, you must realize smoke gets in your eyes
So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed to think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away, I am without my love
Now laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide
So I smile and say "when a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes"
(smoke gets in your eyes, smoke gets in your eyes)
Smoke-gets-in-your-EYES
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Where has the time all gone to?
Haven't done half the things we want to
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
This day was just a token
Too many words are still unspoken
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
Just when the fun is startin'
Comes the time for partin'
But let's just be glad for what we've had
And what's to come
There's so much more embracin'
Still to be done but time is racin'
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
There's so much more embracin'
Still to be done but time is racin'
Oh well, we'll catch up some other time
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When lonely feelings chill
The meadows of your mind,
Just think if Winter comes,
Can Spring be far behind?
Beneath the deepest snows,
The secret of a rose
Is merely that it knows
You must believe in Spring!
Just as a tree is sure
Its leaves will reappear;
It knows its emptiness
Is just the time of year
The frozen mountain dreams
Of April's melting streams,
How crystal clear it seems,
You must believe in Spring!
You must believe in love
And trust it's on its way,
Just as the sleeping rose
Awaits the kiss of May
So in a world of snow,
Of things that come and go,
Where what you think you know,
You can't be certain of,
You must believe in Spring and love
[Instrumental interlude]
You must believe in love
And trust it's on its way,
Just as the sleeping rose
Awaits the kiss of May
So in a world of snow,
Of things that come and go,
Where what you think you know,
You can't be certain of,
You must believe in Spring and love
You must believe in Spring and love
You must believe in Spring and love
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