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It Never Rains in Southern
California
Albert Hammond
got on board a westbound seven forty-
seven
didn't think before deciding what
to do
ooh, that talk of opportunities,
tv breaks and movies
rang true, sure
rang true ...
seems it never rains in
southern california
seems i've often
heard that kind of talk before
it never
rains in california, but girl, don't they warn ya?
it pours, man, it pours
i'm
out of work, i'm out of my head
out of
self respect, i'm out of bread
i'm
underloved, i'm underfed, i wanna go home
it never rains in california, but girl,
don't they warn ya?
it pours, man, it
pours
will you tell the folks back home
i nearly made it
had offers but don't
know which one to take
please don't
tell them how you found me
don't tell
'em how you found me
give me a break,
give me a break
seems it never rains in
southern california
seems i've often
heard that kind of talk before
it never
rains in california, but girl, don't they warn ya?
it pours, man, it pours
San Francisco
I, I know what
you did
Like a boy of summer gives his
first kiss
love, is dancing on my
finger
he got to the heart of the
matter and lingered
now
I
＇
m walking with the living
I always liked Steinbeck and those old
men whistling
We
’
re back,
we
’
re back in San Francisco
We
’
re back and
you tell me I
’
m home
talking in the Mission
over
coffee this is my utopia
then
I
’
ll be your lady
as the ocean rises, the sun is fading
we
’
re back,
we
’
re back in San Francisco
we
’
re back,
we
’
re back in San Francisco
we
’
re back,
we
’
re back in san fran
and now I feel the ever after
over red wine on the eve of summer
the buzz, the buzz of the city
as we settle in
it
’
s majesty
I, I
know what you did
like a boy of summer
gives his first kiss
we
’
re back,
we
’
re back in San Francisco
we
’
re back and
you tell me I
’
m home
you tell me I am home
you
tell me I am home
you tell me I am home
back in San Francisco
and I
know what you did in San Francisco
I
know what you did in San Francisco
San
Francisco
California Dream
The PAPAS &
The MAMAS
All the leaves
are brown
And the sky is grey
I’ve been for a walk
On a winter’s day
I’d be safe and warm
If I was in L.A.
California
dreaming
On such a winter’s
day
Stopped into a church
I passed along the way
Well
I got down on my knees
And I pretend to
pray
You know the preacher likes the
cold
He knows I’m gonna stay
California dreaming
On such
a winter’s day
All the
leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
I’ve been for a walk
On a winter’s day
If I didn’t tell her
I could leave today
California dreaming
On such
a winter’s day
California
dreaming
On such a winter’s
day
California dreaming
On such a winter’s day
On such a winter’s day
Casablanca(
卡萨布兰卡
)
Bertie
Higgins
I fell in love with you watching
Casablanca
Back row at the driven show
in the flickering light
Popcorn and
cokes beneath the stars
became
champagne and caviar
Making love on a
long hot summer's night
I
thought you fell in love with me watching
Casablanca
Holding hand neath the
paddle fan
in rick's candle lit cafe
Hiding in the shadows from the spies
Monoccan moonshine in your eyes
Making magic at the movies in my old
Chevrolet
Oh a kiss is
still a kiss in Casablanca
But kiss is
not a kiss without your sigh
Please
come back to me in Casablanca
I love
you more and more each day as time goes by
I guess there're many
broken hearts in Casablanca
You know
I've never really been there so I don't know
I guess our love story will never be
seen
on the big wide silver screen
But it hurt just as bad when I had to
watch you go
Oh a kiss is
still a kiss in Casablanca
But kiss is
not a kiss without your sigh
Please
come back to me in Casablanca
I love
you more and more each day as time goes by
Oh a kiss is still a kiss in Casablanca
But kiss is not a kiss without your
sigh
Please come back to me in
Casablanca
I love you more and more
each day as time goes by
I love you
more and more each day as time goes by
Danny Boy
Oh
Danny Boy,
The pipes, the pipes are
calling.
From Glenn to Glenn
And down the mountain side.
The summer's gone
And all
the flowers are dying.
'Tis you, 'tis
you must go
And I must bide.
But come ye back
When
summer's in the meadow.
Or when the
valley's hushed
And white with snow.
'Tis I'll be here
In
Sunshine or in Shadow
Oh Danny Boy, oh
Danny Boy
I love you so.
But
when ye come
And all the flowers are
dying
If I am dead
As dead I
will may be.
Ye come and find
The place where I am lying.
And kneel and say
An Ave
there for me.
And I shall
hear
The soft you tread above me
And all my grave
Shall
warmer sweeter be.
For you will bend
and tell me that you love me
And I
shall sleep in peace
Until you come to
me.
And I shall sleep in
peace
Until you come to me.
ShangHai Breezes
John Denver
It's
funny
how
you
sound
as
if
you're
right
next
door
When
you're really half a world away
I just
can't seem to find the words I'm looking for
To say the things I want to say
I can't remember when I felt so close
to you
It's almost more than I can bear
And though I seem a half a million
miles from you
You are in my heart and
living there
And
the
moon
and
the
stars
are
the
same
ones
you see
Denver John
It's the same
old sun you see up in the sky
And your
voice in my ear is like heaven to me
Like the breezes here in old Shanghai
There
are
lovers
who
walk
hand
in
hand
in
the
park
And
lovers who walk alone
There are lovers
who lie unafraid in the dark
And lovers
who long for home
Oh, I couldn't leave
you even if I wanted to
You're in my
dreams and always near
And
especially
when
I
sing
the
songs
I
wrote
for
you
You are in my heart and
living there
It's the same old sun up
in the sky
And your face in my dreams
is like heaven to me
Like the breezes
here in old Shanghai
Shanghai
breezes
cool
and
clearing
evening's
sweet caress
Shanghai
breezes
soft
and
gentle
remind
me
of
your tenderness
And
the
moon
and
the
stars
are
the
same
ones
you see
It's
the same old sun up in the sky
And your
love in my life is like heaven to me
Like the breezes here in old Shanghai
And
the
moon
and
the
stars
are
the
same
ones
you see
It's
the same old sun up in the sky
And your
love in my life is like heaven to me
Just like the breezes here in old
Shanghai
Streets of London
Ralph
McTell
Have you seen the old man
In the closed down market
Kicking up the papers with his worn out
shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
Hands held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper, telling yesterday's
news
So how can you tell me you're
lonely
And say for you that the sun
don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of
London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in
rags
She's no time for talking
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't
shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of
London
I'll show you something
To make you change your mind
In the old night cafe at a quarter past
eleven
The same old man sitting there
on his own
Looking at the world over
the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an
hour, and he wanders home alone