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Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you,
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.
Getting to know you,
Putting it my way, but nicely,
You are precisely...
My cup of tea!
Getting to know you,
Getting to feel free and easy,
When I am with you,
Getting to know what to say.
Haven't you noticed?
Suddenly I'm bright and breezy,
Because of all the beautiful and new
Things I'm learning about you
Day by day!
Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you,
Getting to like you,
Getting to hope you like me.
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From the Musical Production
'The King And I'
Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II
Music by Richard Rodgers
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Girl of my dreams, I love you,
Honest I do, you are so sweet,
If I could just hold your charms
Again in my arms,
Then life would be complete.
Since you've been gone, Dear,
Life doesn't seem the same,
Please come back again,
And after all's said and done,
There's only one,
Girl of my dreams,
It's you.
Girl of my dreams, I love you,
Honest I do, you are so sweet,
If I could just hold your charms
Again in my arms,
Then life would be complete.
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A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
I saw my Lord standing there.
Oh, when I was a sinner,
I prayed both night and day.
I asked the Lord to help me,
And He showed me the way.
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
I saw my Lord standing there.
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
I saw my Lord standing there.
Oh, when I was a seeker,
I sought both night and day.
I asked the Lord to help me,
And He taught me to pray.
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
I saw my Lord standing there.
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
I saw my Lord standing there.
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Simon and Garfunkel Version
Hallelujah!
Go tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain
Jesus Christ is born.
Down the lonely manger
The humble Christ was born,
And God sent salvation
That blessed Christmas morn.
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
I saw my Lord standing there.
While shepherds kept their watch
O'er silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shown a holy light
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
I saw my Lord standing there.
Oh, when I was a sinner,
I prayed both night and day.
I asked the Lord to help me,
And He showed me the way.
Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
I saw my Lord standing there.
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A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Them that's got shall get,
them that's not shall lose,
So the Bible says,
And it still is news.
Momma may have,
Poppa may have,
But God bless the child
That's got his own,
That's got his own.
Yeah, the strong gets more,
While the weak ones fade,
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade.
Momma may have,
Poppa may have,
But God bless the child
That's got his own,
That's got his own.
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowdin' round the door,
when it's gone and spendin' ends,
they don't come no more.
Rich relations give
A crust of bread and such,
You can help yourself
But don't take too much.
Momma may have,
Poppa may have,
But God bless the child
That's got his own,
That's got his own.
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By A. Herzog Jr. and B. Holiday
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Goin' home, goin' home,
I am goin' home,
Quiet light, some still day,
I am goin' home.
It ain't far, Jes' close by,
Through an open door,
Work all done, care laid by,
Goin' t' fear no more.
Mother's there, 'spectin' me,
Father's waitin' too,
Lots o' folks gathered there,
All the friends I knew.
Nothin's lost, all is gain,
No more fret nor pain,
No more stumblin' on the way,
No more sweat n' strain.
Mornin' star lights the way,
Restless dream all done,
Shadows gone, break of day,
Real life has begun.
There's no break, there's no end,
Just a livin' on,
Wide awake with a smile,
Goin' on an' on.
Goin' home, goin' home,
I am goin' home.
Here am I, all alone,
I am goin' home.......
I am goin' home.
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Based on an old Negro Spiritual sung
by slaves who were nearing death.
Written by William Arms Fisher
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
The Good Life
It's the good life,
Full of fun seems to be the ideal.
Yes, the good life,
Lets you like all the sadness you feel.
You won't really fall in love,
For you can't take the chance.
So, be honest with yourself,
Don't try to fake romance.
It's the good life,
To be free and explore the unknown.
Like the heartaches....
When you learn you must face them alone.
Please remember I still love you,
And in case you didn't know,
Well, just wake up,
Kiss the good life Hello!
It's the good life,
Full of fun seems to be the ideal.
Yes, the good life,
Lets you like all the sadness you feel.
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Words by Jack Reardon
Music by Sasha Distel
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Good morning, heartache,
you old gloomy sight,
Good morning, heartache,
thought we said goodbye last night.
I turned and tossed until it seemed you had gone,
But here you are with the dawn.
Wish I'd forget you, but you're here to stay,
It seems I met you when my love went away.
Now ev'ry day I start by saying to you:
'Good morning, heartache, what's new?'
Stop haunting me now!
Can't shake you no-how!
Just leave me alone!
I've got those Monday blues
Straight through Sunday blues.
Good morning, heartache,
here we go again,
Good morning, heartache,
you're the one who knew me when.
Might as well get used to you hanging around,
Good morning, heartache! Sit down!
Good morning, heartache,
you old gloomy sight,
Good morning, heartache,
thought we said goodbye last night.
I turned and tossed until it seemed you had gone,
But here you are with the dawn.
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Recorded by Billie Holiday in 1946 and
Dianna Ross in 'Lady Sings the Blues' in 1972
Words and Music by Dan Fisher,
Ervin Drake and Irene Higginbotham
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Goodnight, Sweetheart, Goodnight
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go,
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go.
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
'Goodnight, Sweetheart, goodnight!'
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go,
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go.
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
'Goodnight, Sweetheart, goodnight!'
Well, it's three o'clock in the morning,
Baby, I just can't treat you right.
Well, I hate to leave you, Baby,
don't mean maybe,
Because I love you so.
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go,
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go.
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
'Goodnight, Sweetheart, goodnight!'
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go,
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go.
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
'Goodnight, Sweetheart, goodnight!'
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go,
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go.
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
'Goodnight, Sweetheart, goodnight!'
Now my mother and my father,
Might hear if I stay here too long.
One kiss and we'll part, and you'll be going.
You know I hate to see you go.
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go,
Goodnight, Sweetheart, well it's time to go.
I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
'Goodnight, Sweetheart, goodnight!'
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Recorded by The Spaniels,
The McGuire Sisters,
Sunny Gale and Sha Na Na
Words and Music by
James Hudson and Calvin Carter
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Got a date with an angel,
Got to meet her at seven,
Got a date with an angel,
and I'm on my way to Heaven.
She's so lovely beside me,
And whatever betide me,
Got an angel to guide me,
So I'm on my way to Heaven.
Soon I'll hear the bells ring out,
And the choir will sing out,
When the parly gates swing out,
She'll beckon to me.
I've been waiting a lifetime,
For this evening at seven,
Got a date with an angel,
And I'm on my way to Heaven.
Got a date with an angel,
Got to meet her at seven,
Got a date with an angel,
and I'm on my way to Heaven.
She's so lovely beside me,
And whatever betide me,
Got an angel to guide me,
So I'm on my way to Heaven.
Soon I'll hear the bells ring out,
And the choir will sing out,
When the parly gates swing out,
She'll beckon to me.
I've been waiting a lifetime,
For this evening at seven,
Got a date with an angel,
And I'm on my way to Heaven.
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The theme for the TV series
'A Date With The Angels' starring
Bill Williams and Betty White (1957/58)
Lyrics by Clifford Grey and Sonny Miller
Music by Jack Waller and Joseph A. Tunbridge
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Once, there were green fields kissed by the sun,
Once, there were valleys where rivers used to run.
Once, there was blue sky with white clouds high above,
Once, they were part of an everlasting love.
We were the lovers who strolled through the green fields.
Green fields are gone now, parched by the sun.
Gone from the valleys where rivers used to run.
Gone with the cold wind that swept into my heart.
Gone with the lovers who let their dreams depart.
Where are the green fields that we used to roam?
I'll never know what made you run away.
How can I keep searching
when dark clouds hide the day?
I only know there's nothing here for me,
Nothing in this wide world left for me to see.
But I'll keep on waitin' 'til you return.
I'll keep on waiting until the day you learn,
You can't be happy while your heart's on the roam,
You can't be happy until you bring it home.
Home to the green fields and me once again.
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By Terry Gilkyson, Rich Dehr, and Frank Miller
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
A time to be reapin',
A time to be sowin',
The green leaves of Summer,
Are callin' me home.
It was good to be young then,
In the season of plenty,
When the catfish were jumpin',
As high as the sky.
A time just for plantin',
A time just for ploughin',
A time to be courtin',
A girl of your own.
'Twas so good to be young then,
To be close to the earth,
And to stand by your wife,
At the moment of birth.
A time to be reapin',
A time to be sowin',
The green leaves of Summer,
Are callin' me home.
It was good to be young then,
With teh sweet smell of apples,
And the owl in the pine tree,
A-winkin' his eye.
A time just for plantin',
A time just for ploughin',
A time just for livin',
A place for to die.
'Twas so good to be young then,
to be close to the earth,
Now the green leaves of Summer....
Are calling me home.
'Twas so good to be young then,
to be close to the earth,
Now the green leaves of Summer....
Are calling me home.
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Music by Dimitri Tiomkin
Lyric by Paul Francis Webster
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Guess I'll Hang My Tears Out to Dry
The torch I carry is handsome,
It's worth it's heartache in ransom,
And when the twilight steals,
I know how the lady in the harbor feels.
When I want rain, I get sunny weather,
I'm just as blue as the sky,
since love is gone, can't pull myself together,
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry.
Friends ask me out, I tell them I'm busy.
Must get a new alibi.
I stay at home, and ask myself 'Where is she?'
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry.
Dry little teardrops, my little teardrops,
Hanging on a string of dreams,
Fly, little mem'ries, my little mem'ries,
Remind her of our crazy schemes.
Somebody said 'Just forget about her.'
I gave that treatment a try,
Strangely enough, I got along without her,
Then, one day, she passed me right by,
Oh, well, I guess I'll hang my tears out to dry!
When I want rain, I get sunny weather,
I'm just as blue as the sky,
since love is gone, can't pull myself together,
Guess I'll hang my tears out to dry.
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Words by Sammy Cahn
Music by Jule Styne
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Is it a sin, is it a crime,
Loving you, Dar, like I do?
If it's a crime then I'm
Guilty,
Guilty of loving you.
Maybe I'm wrong,
Dreaming of you,
Dreaming the lonely
Night through,
If it's a crime then I'm
Guilty,
Guilty of dreaming of you.
What can I do,
What can I say,
After I've taken the blame?
You say you're through,
You'll go your way,
But I'll always feel just the same.
Maybe I'm right,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Loving you, Dear, like I do,
If it's a crime then I'm
Guilty,
Guilty of loving you.
Is it a sin, is it a crime,
Loving you, Dar, like I do?
If it's a crime then I'm
Guilty,
Guilty of loving you.
Maybe I'm wrong,
Dreaming of you,
Dreaming the lonely
Night through,
If it's a crime then I'm
Guilty,
Guilty of dreaming of you.
What can I do,
What can I say,
After I've taken the blame?
You say you're through,
You'll go your way,
But I'll always feel just the same.
Maybe I'm right,
Maybe I'm wrong,
Loving you, Dear, like I do,
If it's a crime then I'm
Guilty,
Guilty of loving you.
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Kahn, Akst, Whiting
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Goodnight, Sweet Jesus,
Goodnight, goodnight . . .
Goodnight, Sweet Jesus,
Guard us in sleep,
Our souls and bodies,
In Thy love keep . . .
Waking or sleeping,
Keep us in sight,
Dear gentle Saviour,
Goodnight, goodnight . . .
Goodnight, Dear Jesus,
Goodnight, goodnight . . .
Goodnight Sweet Jesus,
Pray that each day,
Of our lives mortal,
Thus pass away. . .
Thy love o'er watching,
Guiding our right,
Dear gentle saviour,
Goodnight, goodnight . . .
Goodnight Dear Jesus,
Goodnight, goodnight . . .
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Artist: Perry Como
Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away
Safe in my arms
You're only sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass
Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don't say: 'We have come now to the end'
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again
And you'll be here in my arms
Just sleeping
What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West
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Artist: Annie Lennox
Lord of the Rings
Killing Me Softly With His Song
I heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a style,
And so I came to see him,
to listen for awhile
And there he was, this young boy,
A stranger to my eyes,
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
I felt all flushed with fever,
Embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish,
But he just kept right on,
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
He sang as if he knew me,
In all my dark despair,
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there.
But he was there, this stranger,
Singing clear and strong,
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song.
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Words by Norman Gimbel
Music by Charles Fox
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss,
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this,
A kiss to build a dream on.
Give me a kiss before you leave me,
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart,
Leave me one thing before we part,
A kiss to build a dream on.
When I'm alone with my fancies,
I'll be with you,
Weaving romances,
Making believe they're true.
Give me your lips for just a moment,
And my imagination will make that moment live,
Give me what you alone can give,
A kiss to build a dream on.
Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss,
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this,
A kiss to build a dream on.
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Words & Music by Bert Kalmar,
Harry Ruby & Oscar Hammerstein II
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
If you see my Darling with somebody new,
Keep it a secret, whatever you do.
Why should you tell me and break my poor heart,
Then foolish pride would just drive us apart.
If you see my Darling in some rendezvous,
Painting the town with a girl he once knew,
Pay no attention and just let it be,
Keep it a secret from me.
If you see my Darling with somebody new,
Keep it a secret, whatever you do.
Why should you tell me and break my poor heart,
Then foolish pride would just drive us apart.
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Words and Music by
Jessie Mae Robinson
A Mickey McBride Arrangement
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