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I weave with brightly colored strings to keep my mind off other things
So, ladies, let your fingers dance, and keep your hands out of romance
Lovely witches, let the stitches, keep your fingers under control
Cut the thread, but leave the whole heart whole
Merry maids can sew and sleep, wives can only sew and weep
Falling in love with love is falling for make-believe
Falling in love with love is playing the fool
Caring too much is juvenile fancy, learning to trust is just
For children in school
I fell in love with love one night when the mood was full
I was unwise with eyes unable to see
I fell in love with love, with love everlasting
But love fell out with me
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You made me what I am today, I hope you're satisfied,
You dragged and dragged me down until the soul within me died.
You've shattered each and every dream, fooled me right from the start.
And though you're not true, may God bless you,
That's the curse of an aching heart.
(musical interlude)
You made me what I am today, I should hope you're satisfied,
You dragged, you dragged me down until the soul within me died.
You've shattered each and every dream, you fooled me right from the start.
And although you're not true, may God bless you,
That's the curse of an aching heart.
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Don't cry, joe,
Let her go, let her go, let her go,
Don't cry, joe,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.
You got to realize this is the wind-up,
You're gonna feel much better once you made your mind up.
Don't cry, joe,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.
So you lost your gal,
It's happened many times before,
So you sit and mope like a dope,
What's that good for,
Get a hold of yourself,
Forget her,
You lived long before you met her.
There're lots of other girls,
So I say,
Don't cry, joe,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.
Don't cry, joe,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.
You got to realize this is the wind-up,
You'll feel much better once you made your mind up.
Don't cry, joe,
Let her go, let her go, let her go.
Take a look around and see just what you're missing,
You'll soon forget your troubles, joe,
If you'd only listen.
So don't cry, joe,
Let her go, let her go, joe, let her go.
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Please don't talk about me when I'm gone,
Oh, honey though our friendship ceases, from now on;
And, listen, if you can't say anything real nice,
It's better not to talk at all, is my advice.
We're parting, you go your way I'll go mine,
it's best that we do;
Here's a kiss! I hope that this brings lots of luck to you.
Makes no difference how I carry on,
Remember, please don't talk about me when I'm gone.
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Love walked right in and drove the shadows away
Love walked right in and brought my sunniest day
One magic moment and my heart seemed to know that love said hello
Though not a word was spoken
One look, and I forgot the gloom of the past
One look and I had found my future at last
One look and I had found a world completely new
When love walked in with you
One magic moment and my heart seemed to know that love said hello
Though not a word was spoken
One look and I had found a world completely new
When love walked in with you
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Granada, I'm falling under your spell,
And if you could speak, what a fascinating tale you would tell.
Of an age the world has long forgotten,
Of an age that weaves a silent magic in Granada today.
The dawn in the sky greets the day with a sigh for Granada.
For she can remember the splendor that once was Granada.
It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along,
Entranced by the beauty before me,
Entranced by a land full of flowers and song.
When day is done and the sun touch the sea in Granada,
I envy the blush of the snow-clad Tierra Novada,
Soon it will welcome the stars
While a thousand guitars play a soft Carbinera.
Then moonlit Granada will live again,
The glory of yesterday, romantic and gay.
(musical interlude)
And soon it will welcome the stars
While a thousand guitars play a soft Carbinera.
Then moonlit Granada will live again,
The glory of yesterday, romantic, gay Granada.
And these are the Spanish lyrics as sung by Placido Domingo:
Granada, tierra soñada por mi
Mi cantar se vuelve gitano cuando es para ti
Mi cantar, hecho de fantasia
Mi cantar, flor de melancolia
Que yo te vengo a dar
Granada, Manola cantada en coplas preciosas
No tengo otra cosa que darte que un ramo de rosas
De sueño rebelde y gitano cubierta de flores
Y beso tu boca de grana jugosa manzana
Que me habla de amores
Granada, tierra ensangrentada en tardes de toros
Mujer que conserva el embrujo de tus ojos moros
De rosas de suave fragancia
Que le dieran marco a la Virgen morena
Granada, tu tierra esta llena
De lindas mujeres, de sangre y de sol
De rosas de suave fragancia
Que le dieran marco a la Virgen morena
Granada, tu tierra esta llena
De lindas mujeres, de sangre y de sol
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I always thought that I'd prefer single-blessed-ness
Thought that I'd like to stay free
I never thought my time would come to marry,
No wedding bells for me, I've changed my mind after all,
You are the one made me fall, for...
I used to smile at all the songs that were popular,
Nothing but love in each song,
I used to think those kind of songs were foolish,
Now I admit I'm wrong.
Love songs are part of my plan, show me the minister man, for...
I never knew I could love anybody,
Honey, like I'm loving you;
I couldn't realize what a pair of eyes and a baby smile could do.
I can't sleep, I can't eat,
I never knew a single soul could be so sweet,
I never knew I could love anybody,
Honey, like I'm loving you.
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April skies are in your eyes, but darling, don't be blue
Don't cry, oh honey please don't be that way.
Clouds in the sky should never make you feel that way
The rain will bring the violets of May
Tears are in vain, so honey please don't be that way
As long as we see it through, you'll have me, I'll have you
Sweetheart, tomorrow is another day
Don't break my heart, oh honey, please don't be that way
Don't cry, oh honey please don't be that way
Clouds in the sky should never make you feel that way
The rain will bring the violets of May
Tears in vain, so honey please don't be that way
As long as we will see it through
You'll have me and I'll have you
Sweetheart, tomorrow is another day
Don't break my heart, nh honey, please don't be that way,
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
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Moonlight on the Ganges, my little Hindu,
When I whisper love's sweet melody,
All our dreams and our schemes came true.
Someday on the Ganges, I'll need you once more,
And I'll kiss you and caress you
Where the waters kiss the silent shore.
(musical interlude)
Moonlight on the Ganges, my little Hindu,
When I whispeedr love's sweet melody,
All our dreams and our schemes came true.
Someday on the Ganges, I'll need you once more,
And I'll kiss you and caress you
Where the waters kiss, kiss the silent shore.
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(sung by Jo Stafford in one of Frankie's broadcasts)
It's a wonderful world, I'm just walking on air
Talk of heaven on earth, I've got more than my share
Haven't got a care, happy all day thru
It's a wonderful world, loving wonderful you
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"Have you met Miss Jones?" someone said as we shook hands,
She was just Miss Jones to me.
And then I said, "Miss Jones, you're a girl who understands
I'm a man who must be free."
And all at once I lost my breath, and all at once was scared to death,
And all at once I owned the earth and sky.
And now I've met Miss Jones, and we'll keep on meeting till we die,
Miss Jones and I.
(musical interlude)
And all at once I lost my breath, and all at once was scared to death,
And all at once I owned the earth and the sky.
Now I've met Miss Jones, and we'll keep on meeting till we die,
Miss Jones and I, Miss Jones and I, Miss Jones and I.
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You're nobody till somebody loves you
You're nobody till somebody cares
You might be king, you might possess, the world and its gold
But gold won't bring you happiness, when you're growing old
The world still is the same
You'll never change it
As sure as the stars shine above
You're nobody till somebody loves you
So find yourself somebody to love
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