Music for Bill, Robert and Friends
Walkin’ My Baby Back Home, Dean Martin Gee but it’s great after being out late, Walking my baby back home Arm and arm over meadow and farm, Walking my baby back home We go along harmonizing a song, Or I’m reciting a poem Owls go by and they give me … CLICK TO VIEW SONGWalkin’ my Baby back Home
Nat Cole Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Those days of soda and pretzels and beer Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies Then … CLICK TO VIEW SONGLazy, Hazy, Crazy Days Of Summer
LITTLE BROWN CHURCH 1857 | THERE’S A CHURCH IN THE VALLEY BY THE WILDWOOD. NO LOVELIER PLACE IN THE DALE. NO SPOT IS SO DEAR TO MY CHILDHOOD, AS THE LITTLE BROWN CHURCH IN THE VALE. CHORUS OH, COME TO THE CHURCH IN THE WILDWOOD. COME TO THE CHURCH IN …
LITTLE WHITE LIES THE MOON WAS ALL AGLOW AND HEAVEN WAS IN YOUR EYES, THE NIGHT THAT YOU TOLD ME THOSE LITTLE WHITE LIES. THE STARS ALL SEEMED TO KNOW THAT YOU DIDN’T MEAN ALL THOSE SIGHS. THE NIGHT THAT YOU TOLD ME THOSE LITTLE WHITE LIES. I TRY, BUT …
SHEET MUSIC LIFE IS JUST A BOWL OF CHERRIES 1931 LIFE IS JUST A BOWL OF CHERRIES. DON’T MAKE IT SERIOUS. LIFE’S TOO MYSTERIOUS. YOU WORK, YOU SAVE, YOU WORRY SO, BUT YOU CANT TAKE IT WITH YOU WHEN YOU GO, GO, GO. SO KEEP REPEATING, “IT’S THE BERRIES;” “THE …
1199. IT MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING 1945 | I’M AS RESTLESS AS A WILLOW IN A WINDSTORM. I’M AS JUMPY AS A PUPPET ON A STRING. I’D SAY THAT I HAD SPRING FEVER, BUT I KNOW IT ISN’T SPRING. I’M AS STARRY-EYED AND VAGUELY DISCONTENTED, LIKE A NIGHTINGALE WITHOUT …
148. BY THE SEA 1914 | BY THE SEA, BY THE SEA, BY THE BEAUTIFUL SEA, YOU AND I, YOU AND I, OH, HOW HAPPY WE’LL BE. WHEN EACH WAVE COMES A ROLLIN’ IN, WE WILL DUCK OR SWIM, AND WE’LL FLOAT AND FOOL AROUND THE WATER. OVER AND UNDER …
117. ANNIVERSARY SONG 1946 | OH, HOW WE DANCED ON THE NIGHT WE WERE WED. WE VOWED OUR TRUE LOVE, THOUGH A WORD WASN’T SAID. THE WORLD WAS IN BLOOM, THERE WERE STARS IN THE SKIES. EXCEPT FOR THE FEW THAT WERE THERE IN YOUR EYES. CHORUS DEAR, AS …
1929 EVERY LITTLE BREEZE SÈEMS TO WHISPER, “LOUISE.” BIRDS IN THE TREES SEEM TO TWITTER, “LOUISE.” EACH LITTLE ROSE FACTS MA FRONS I LOVE YOU, AVE YOU. EVERY LITTLÈBEAT THAT I FEEL IN MY HEART, SEEMS TO REPEAT WHAT I FELT AT THE START EACH LITTLE SIGH TELLS ME THAT …
WHEN I GO TO SLEEP I NEVER COUNT SHEEP I COUNT ALL THE CHARMS ABOUT LINDA. AND LATELY IT SEEMS, IN ALL OF MY DREAMS, I WALK WITH MY ARMS ABOUT LINDA. BUT WHAT GOOD DOES IT DO ME FOR LINDA DOESN’T KNOW I EXIST? CAN’T HELP FEELING GLOOMY, THINK …