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Speak low when you speak, love
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, we're swept apart, too soon
Speak low, darling, speak low

Heaven... I'm in heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek

Thank Heaven for little girls
Cause little girls grow bigger every day
Thank Heaven for little girls
They grow up in the most delightful day

Hey little girl
Comb your hair
Fix your makeup
SoonHe will open the door
Donita think because
There’s a ring on your finger
You needn’t try any more
?

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree

Oh, such are the dreams of the everyday housewife
You see everywhere any time of the day
An everyday housewife who gave up the good life for me.

Whats the sense in sharing this one and only life
Ending up just another lost and lonely wife
You count up the years and they will be filled with tears
Love only breaks up, to start again....

Yesterday, when I was young
The taste of life was sweet
Like rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if
It were a foolish game

Oh, young hearts run free
Never be hung up, hung up like my man and me, my man and me
Oh, young hearts, to yourself be true
Don't be no fool when love really don't love you, don't love you

The young ones
Darling, we're the young ones
And young ones
Shouldn't be afraid

April love is for the very young

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
That no one can ever reprise

I love Paris in the springtime
I love Paris in the fall
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles....

How you gonna keep them down on the farm
After they’ve seen Paree ?

Hey, it's good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, and hey, it's good to be back home again.

Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home...

Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring

Summertime and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy’s rich and your ma is good looking
So hush little baby don’t you cry

Well the sun,s not so hot
in the sky today
And you know I can see
Summertime slipping away

Ooh I love, really love that song.

To every thing (turn turn)
There is a season (turn turn turn)
And a time for every purpose under heaven.....

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me

I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places that we go
When we're grey and old...

I'm thrown and overblown with bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart

Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see
Bluebirds
Singing a song
Nothing but bluebirds
All day long.