{"id":533,"date":"2010-12-30T07:48:09","date_gmt":"2010-12-30T15:48:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/?p=533"},"modified":"2012-07-27T13:13:57","modified_gmt":"2012-07-27T21:13:57","slug":"singin-for-the-fun-of-it-songbook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/?p=533","title":{"rendered":"Singin&#8217; for the Fun of  It (Songbook)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I write about the joys and values of singing <a href=\"http:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/?p=530\">on another webpage on this website<\/a>. Here are some of my favorite songs. This will make a nice little song sheet for get-togethers.<\/p>\n<h3>Table of Contents<\/h3>\n<ul>\n<li><a href=\"#positive\">Accentuate the Positive<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#grace\">Amazing Grace<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#jack\">Ballin&#8217; the Jack<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#wind\">Blowin&#8217; in the Wind<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#fence\">Don&#8217;t Fence Me In<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#enjoy\">Enjoy Yourself<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#groovy\">Feelin&#8217; Groovy<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#knowyou\">Getting to Know You<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#hammer\">The Hammer Song<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#trails\">Happy Trails to You<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#high\">High Hopes<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#heythere\">Hey, There<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#hideaway\">Hernando&#8217;s Hideaway<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#dream\">Impossible Dream<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#whistle\">I Whistle a Happy Tune<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#newyork\">New York, New York<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#rainbow\">Over the Rainbow<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#puff\">Puff, The Magic Dragon<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#rose\">The Rose<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#sing\">Sing (Sing a Song)<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#sunrise\">Sunrise, Sunset<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#summertime\">Summertime<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#days\">Those Were the Days<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#side\">Side By Side<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#star\">Swingin&#8217; on a Star<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#showme\">Show Me the Way to Go Home<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#friends\">With a Little Help From My Friends<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#swing\">Swing Low Sweet Chariot<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#loverly\">Wouldn&#8217;t It Be Loverly<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#whiffenpoof\">Whiffenpoof Song<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#zip\">Zip-adee-doo-dah<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#young\">Young at Heart<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a href=\"#submarine\">Yellow Submarine<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<hr \/>\n<p><a name=\"positive\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Accentuate the Positive<\/h3>\n<p>Johnny Mercer, Harold Arlen, &#8220;Here Come The Waves,&#8221; 1944<\/p>\n<p>You got to accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative,<br \/>\nLatch on to the affirmative, don&#8217;t mess with Mister In-Between.<br \/>\nYou got to spread joy up to the maximum, bring gloom down to the minimum,<br \/>\nHave faith, or pandemonium is liable to walk upon the scene.<br \/>\nTo illustrate my last remark: Jonah in the Whale, Noah in the Ark&#8211;<br \/>\nWhat did they do, just when everything looked so dark?<br \/>\n&#8220;Man,&#8221; they said, &#8220;We&#8217;d better&#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\nAccentuate the positive, eliminate the negative,<br \/>\nLatch on to the affirmative, don&#8217;t mess with Mister In-Between.<br \/>\nYou got to spread joy up to the maximum, bring gloom down to the minimum,<br \/>\nHave faith, or pandemonium is liable to walk upon the scene.<br \/>\n<a name=\"grace\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Amazing Grace<\/h3>\n<p>John Newton, @1770<\/p>\n<p>Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me!<br \/>\nI once was lost, but now am found, was blind, but now I see.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved.<br \/>\nHow precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed.<\/p>\n<p>Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come;<br \/>\n&#8216;Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home.<\/p>\n<p>When we&#8217;ve been there ten thousand years, bright shining like the sun,<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ve no less days to sing God&#8217;s praise than when we&#8217;d first begun.<\/p>\n<p>Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.<br \/>\nI once was lost, but now am found; was blind, but now I see.<br \/>\n<a name=\"jack\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Ballin&#8217; the Jack<\/h3>\n<p>First you put your two knees close up tight,<br \/>\nThen you swing \u2018em to the left and you swing \u2018em to the right.<br \/>\nTurn around the floor kinda nice and light<br \/>\nAnd then you twist around and twist around with all of your might.<br \/>\nSpread your lovin&#8217; arms way out in space<br \/>\nAnd then you do the &#8220;Eagle Rock&#8221; with style and grace.<br \/>\nPut your left foot out, then bring it back,<br \/>\nNow that&#8217;s what I call &#8220;Ballin&#8217; the Jack&#8221;!!<br \/>\n<a name=\"wind\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Blowin&#8217; in the Wind<\/h3>\n<p>Bob Dylan, 1962<\/p>\n<p>How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man?<br \/>\n(Yes, &#8216;n&#8230;) How many seas must a white dove sail before she sleeps in the sand?<br \/>\n(Yes, &#8216;n&#8230;) How many times must the cannon balls fly before they&#8217;re forever banned?<br \/>\nThe answer, my friend, is blowin&#8217; in the wind, the answer is blowin&#8217; in the wind.<\/p>\n<p>How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky?<br \/>\nHow many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry?<br \/>\n(Yes, &#8216;n&#8230;)How many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died?<br \/>\nThe answer, my friend, is blowin&#8217; in the wind. The answer is blowin&#8217; in the wind.<\/p>\n<p>How many years can a mountain exist before it is washed to the sea?<br \/>\n(Yes, &#8216;n&#8230;) How many years can some people exist before they&#8217;re allowed to be free?<br \/>\n(Yes, &#8216;n&#8230;) How many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn&#8217;t see?<br \/>\nThe answer, my friend, is blowin&#8217; in the wind. The answer is blowin&#8217; in the wind<br \/>\n<a name=\"fence\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Don&#8217;t Fence Me In<\/h3>\n<p>Cole Porter, 1944<\/p>\n<p>Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t fence me in.<br \/>\nLet me ride through the wide open country that I love,<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t fence me in.<br \/>\nLet me be by myself in the evening breeze,<br \/>\nListen to the murmur of the cotton-wood trees.<br \/>\nSend me off forever, but I ask you please,<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t fence me in.<\/p>\n<p>Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle<br \/>\nUnderneath the western skies.<br \/>\nOn my cayuse, let me wander over yonder<br \/>\nTill I see the mountains rise.<br \/>\nI want to ride to the ridge where the West commences,<br \/>\nGaze at the moon till I lose my senses,<br \/>\nCan&#8217;t look at hobbles and I can&#8217;t stand fences,<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t fence me in.<br \/>\n<a name=\"enjoy\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Enjoy Yourself<\/h3>\n<p>Herb Magidson; Carl Sigman, 1948<br \/>\n(Chorus:)<br \/>\nEnjoy yourself, it&#8217;s later than you think. Enjoy yourself, while you&#8217;re still in the pink.<br \/>\nThe years go by as quickly as a wink. Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it&#8217;s later than you think!<\/p>\n<p>You work and work for years and years, you&#8217;re always on the go.<br \/>\nYou never take a minute off, too busy makin&#8217; dough.<br \/>\nSome day, you say, you&#8217;ll have your fun, when you&#8217;re a millionaire&#8211;<br \/>\nImagine all the fun you&#8217;ll have in your old rockin&#8217; chair!<br \/>\n(Chorus)<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re gonna take that ocean trip, no matter come what may.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;ve got your reservations, but you just can&#8217;t get away.<br \/>\nNext year for sure you&#8217;ll see the world, You&#8217;ll really get around&#8211;<br \/>\nBut how far can you travel when you&#8217;re six feet underground?<br \/>\n(Chorus)<br \/>\nYour heart of hearts, your dream of dreams, your ravishing brunette,<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s left you and she&#8217;s now become somebody else&#8217;s pet.<br \/>\nLay down that gun, don&#8217;t try, my friend to reach the great beyond&#8211;<br \/>\nYou&#8217;ll have more fun by reachin&#8217; for a redhead or a blonde.<br \/>\n(Chorus)<br \/>\nYou never go to nightclubs and you just don&#8217;t care to dance.<br \/>\nYou don&#8217;t have time for silly things like moonlight and romance.<br \/>\nYou only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack.<br \/>\nBut when you kiss a dollar bill, it doesn&#8217;t kiss you back.<br \/>\n(Chorus)<br \/>\n<a name=\"groovy\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Feelin&#8217; Groovy (The 59th Street Bridge Song)<\/h3>\n<p>Paul Simon, Art Garfunkle, 1966<\/p>\n<p>Slow down, you&#8217;re movin&#8217; too fast, You&#8217;ve got to make the mornin&#8217; last.<br \/>\nJust kickin&#8217; down the cobblestones, Lookin&#8217; for fun and feelin&#8217; groovy.<br \/>\n(La da-da da da da da, feelin&#8217; groovy.)<\/p>\n<p>Hello lamp-post, what&#8217;cha knowin&#8217;? I&#8217;ve come to watch your flowers growin&#8217;.<br \/>\nAin&#8217;t&#8217;cha got no rhymes for me? Doo-itin&#8217; doo-doo, feelin&#8217; groovy.<\/p>\n<p>Got no deeds to do, no promises to keep, I&#8217;m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.<br \/>\nLet the morning-time drop all its petals on me, Life, I love you! All is groovy.<br \/>\n(La da-da da da da da, feelin&#8217; groovy.)<br \/>\n<a name=\"knowyou\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Getting to Know You<\/h3>\n<p>Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers, &#8220;The King and I,&#8221; 1951<\/p>\n<p>Getting to know you, getting to know all about you.<br \/>\nGetting to like you, getting to hope you like me.<br \/>\nGetting to know you, putting it my way, but nicely: You are precisely my cup of tea.<br \/>\nGetting to know you, getting to feel free and easy.<br \/>\nWhen I am with you, getting to know what to say.<br \/>\nHaven&#8217;t you noticed? Suddenly I&#8217;m bright and breezy<br \/>\nBecause of all the beautiful and new things I&#8217;m learning about you day by day.<br \/>\n<a name=\"hammer\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>The Hammer Song<\/h3>\n<p>Pete Seeger, Lee Hays, 1958<\/p>\n<p>If I had a hammer, I&#8217;d hammer in the morning.<br \/>\nI&#8217;d hammer in the evening all over this land.<br \/>\nI&#8217;d hammer out danger, I&#8217;d hammer out a warning,<br \/>\nI&#8217;d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters, All&#8230;over this land. (Ooh,)<\/p>\n<p>If I had a bell, I&#8217;d ring it in the morning.<br \/>\nI&#8217;d ring it in the evening all over this land.<br \/>\nI&#8217;d ring out danger, I&#8217;d ring out a warning,<br \/>\nI&#8217;d ring out love between my brothers and my sisters, All&#8230;over this land. (Ooh,)<\/p>\n<p>If I had a song, I&#8217;d sing it in the morning.<br \/>\nI&#8217;d sing it in the evening all over this land.<br \/>\nI&#8217;d sing out danger, I&#8217;d sing out a warning,<br \/>\nI&#8217;d sing out love between my brothers and my sisters, All&#8230;over this land. (Ooh,)<\/p>\n<p>Well I&#8217;ve got a hammer, and I&#8217;ve got a bell,<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;ve got a song to sing all over this land.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the hammer of justice, it&#8217;s the bell of freedom,<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters All&#8230;over this land.<br \/>\n<a name=\"trails\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Happy Trails<\/h3>\n<p>Happy trails to you, until we meet again.<br \/>\nHappy trails to you, keep smiling until then.<br \/>\nWho cares about the clouds when we&#8217;re together?<br \/>\nJust sing a song and bring the sunny weather.<br \/>\nHappy trails to you, till we meet again.<br \/>\n<a name=\"high\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>High Hopes<\/h3>\n<p>Sammy Cahn; James van Heusen, &#8220;Pocketful of Miracles,&#8221; 1959<\/p>\n<p>Next time you&#8217;re found with your chin on the ground,<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a lot to be learned, so look around:<br \/>\nJust what makes that little ol&#8217; ant think he&#8217;ll move that rubber tree plant?<br \/>\nAnyone knows an ant can&#8217;t move a rubber tree plant!<br \/>\nBut he&#8217;s got high hopes, he&#8217;s got high hopes, he&#8217;s got high apple pie in the sky hopes.<br \/>\nSo any time you&#8217;re gettin&#8217; low, &#8216;stead of lettin&#8217; go, just remember that ant&#8230;<br \/>\nOops! there goes another rubber tree&#8230; Oops! there goes another rubber tree&#8230;<br \/>\nOops! there goes another rubber tree plant!<\/p>\n<p>When troubles call and your back&#8217;s to the wall,<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a lot to be learned, that wall could fall.<br \/>\nOnce there was a silly ol&#8217; ram thought he&#8217;d punch a hole in a dam.<br \/>\nNo one could make that ram scram, he kept buttin&#8217; that dam.<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes, he had high apple pie in the sky hopes.<br \/>\nSo any time you&#8217;re feelin&#8217; bad, &#8216;stead of feelin&#8217; sad,<br \/>\nJust remember that ram&#8230;<br \/>\nOops! there goes a billion-kilowatt&#8230; Oops! there goes a billion-kilowatt&#8230;<br \/>\nOops! there goes a billion-kilowatt dam!<\/p>\n<p>So keep your high hopes, keep your high hopes, Keep those high apple pie in the sky hopes.<br \/>\nA problem&#8217;s just a toy balloon, they&#8217;ll be bursting soon,<br \/>\nThey&#8217;re just bound to go &#8220;Pop!&#8221;<br \/>\nOops! there goes another problem, Oops! there goes another problem,<br \/>\nOops! there goes another problem, ker-plop! Ker-plop!<br \/>\n<a name=\"heythere\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Hey There<\/h3>\n<p>Richard Adler, Jerry Ross, &#8220;The Pajama Game,&#8221; 1952<\/p>\n<p>Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,<br \/>\nLove never made a fool of you, you used to be too wise.<br \/>\nHey there, you on that high-flyin&#8217; cloud,<br \/>\nThough (s\/)he won&#8217;t throw a crumb to you,<br \/>\nYou think someday (s\/) he&#8217;ll come your way.<br \/>\nBetter forget him (\/her), him with his nose in the air,<br \/>\n(S\/)He has you dancing on a string&#8211;break it and (s\/)he won&#8217;t care.<br \/>\nWon&#8217;t you take this advice I hand you like a brother,<br \/>\nOr are you not seeing things too clear?<br \/>\nAre you too much in love to hear?<br \/>\nIs it all going in one ear and out the other?<br \/>\n<a name=\"hideaway\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Hernando&#8217;s Hideaway<\/h3>\n<p>Richard Adler, Jerry Ross, &#8220;The Pajama Game&#8221; 1952<\/p>\n<p>I know a dark secluded place, A place where no one knows your face,<br \/>\nA glass of wine, a fast embrace,<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s called &#8220;Hernando&#8217;s Hideaway!&#8221; Ol\u00e9!<br \/>\nAll you see are silhouettes, and all you hear are castanets,<br \/>\nAnd no one cares how late it gets, not at Hernando&#8217;s Hideaway!<br \/>\n(Hum hum, hum hum, hum hum, hum hum hum, hum-hum-hum)<br \/>\nAt the Golden Fingerbowl or any place you go,<br \/>\n(Hum hum, hum hum, hum hum, hum hum hum, hum-hum-hum)<br \/>\nYou will meet your Uncle Max and everyone you know.<br \/>\n(Hum hum, hum hum, hum hum, hum hum hum, hum-hum-hum)<br \/>\nBut if you go to this place that I am thinking of,<br \/>\n(Hum hum hum hum) You will be free<br \/>\n(Hum hum hum hum) To gaze at me, and talk of lo&#8212;-ve.<br \/>\nJust knock three times and whisper low<br \/>\nThat you and I were sent by Joe;<br \/>\nThen strike a match and you will know<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re in Hernando&#8217;s Hideaway! (O&#8212;lay!)<br \/>\n<a name=\"dream\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>The Impossible Dream<\/h3>\n<p>Joe Darion, Mitch Leigh, &#8220;Man of La Mancha,&#8221; 1966<\/p>\n<p>To dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe,<br \/>\nTo bear with unbearable sorrow, to run where the brave dare not go. To right the unrightable wrong; to love, pure and chaste from afar,<br \/>\nTo try, when your arms are too weary, to reach the unreachable star.<br \/>\nThis is my quest, to follow that star,<br \/>\nNo matter how hopeless, no matter how far;<br \/>\nTo fight for the right without question or pause,<br \/>\nTo be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause!<br \/>\nAnd I know, if I&#8217;ll only be true to this glorious quest,<br \/>\nThat my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I&#8217;m laid to my rest.<br \/>\nAnd the world will be better for this:<br \/>\nThat one man, scorned and covered with scars,<br \/>\nStill strove with his last ounce of courage,<br \/>\nTo reach the unreachable stars!<br \/>\n<a name=\"whistle\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>I Whistle a Happy Tune<\/h3>\n<p>Oscar Hammerstein II; Richard Rodgers<br \/>\n&#8220;The King and I,&#8221; 1951<\/p>\n<p>Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head erect<br \/>\nAnd whistle a happy tune, so no one will suspect I&#8217;m afraid.<br \/>\nWhile shivering in my shoes, I strike a careless pose<br \/>\nAnd whistle a happy tune, and no one ever knows I&#8217;m afraid.<br \/>\nThe result of this deception is very strange to tell,<br \/>\nFor when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well!<br \/>\nI whistle a happy tune, and every single time<br \/>\nThe happiness in the tune convinces me that I&#8217;m not afraid.<br \/>\nMake believe you&#8217;re brave, and the trick will take you far:<br \/>\nYou may be as brave as you make believe you are!<br \/>\n<a name=\"newyork\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>New York, New York<\/h3>\n<p>Betty Comden, Adolph Green, L. Bernstein, 1945<br \/>\n(Popularized by Frank Sinatra)<\/p>\n<p>Start spreadin&#8217; the news, I&#8217;m leavin&#8217; today, I want to be a part of it: New York, New York.<br \/>\nThese vagabond shoes are goin&#8217; to stray,<br \/>\nAnd step around the heart of it, New York, New York.<br \/>\nI want to wake up in the city that doesn&#8217;t sleep, And find I&#8217;m king of the hill, top of the heap.<br \/>\nThese little town blues are melting away,<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll make a brand new start of it in old New York.<br \/>\nIf I can make it there I&#8217;ll make it anywhere, It&#8217;s up to you New York, New York!<\/p>\n<p><a name=\"sing\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Over the Rainbow<\/h3>\n<p>E.Y. Harburg, Harold Arlen, &#8220;The Wizard of Oz,&#8221; 1938<\/p>\n<p>Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s a land that I heard of once in a lullabye.<br \/>\nSomewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,<br \/>\nAnd the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.<br \/>\nSomeday I&#8217;ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.<br \/>\nWhere troubles melt like lemon-drops,<br \/>\nAway above the chimney-tops, that&#8217;s where you&#8217;ll find me.<br \/>\nSomewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.<br \/>\nBirds fly over the rainbow, why, then, oh why can&#8217;t I?<br \/>\nIf happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why, oh why can&#8217;t I?<br \/>\n<a name=\"puff\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Puff, The Magic Dragon<\/h3>\n<p>Peter Yarrow, Leonard Lipton, 1963<\/p>\n<p>Puff, The Magic Dragon lived by the sea,<br \/>\nAnd frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.<br \/>\nLittle Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff,<br \/>\nAnd brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. Oh,<br \/>\n(Chorus):<br \/>\nPuff, The Magic Dragon lived by the sea,<br \/>\nAnd frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.<br \/>\nPuff, The Magic Dragon lived by the sea,<br \/>\nAnd frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.<\/p>\n<p>Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sails.<br \/>\nJackie kept a lookout perched on Puff&#8217;s gigantic tail.<br \/>\nNoble kings and princes would bow whene&#8217;re they came.<br \/>\nPirate ships would lower their flags when Puffed roared out his name. Oh,<br \/>\n(Chorus)<br \/>\nA dragon lives forever, but not so little boys.<br \/>\nPainted things and giant&#8217;s wings make way for other toys.<br \/>\nOne gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more,<br \/>\nAnd Puff, that Magic Dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.<br \/>\nHis head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain.<br \/>\nPuff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.<br \/>\nWithout his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave,<br \/>\nSo Puff, that Mighty Dragon sadly slipped into his cave. Oh,<br \/>\n(Chorus)<br \/>\n<a name=\"rose\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>The Rose<\/h3>\n<p>Amanda McBroom, 1977<\/p>\n<p>Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed.<br \/>\nSome say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.<br \/>\nSome say love, it is a hunger, an endless, aching need.<br \/>\nI say love, it is a flower, and you its only seed.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chance.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the one who won&#8217;t be taken who cannot seem to give,<br \/>\nAnd the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.<\/p>\n<p>When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long;<br \/>\nAnd you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong;<br \/>\nJust remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows,<br \/>\nLies a seed that, with the Sun&#8217;s love, in the Spring becomes a rose.<br \/>\n<a name=\"sing\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Sing<\/h3>\n<p>Joe Raposo, &#8220;Sesame Street,&#8221; 1971<\/p>\n<p>Sing! Sing a song. Sing out loud. Sing out strong.<br \/>\nSing of good things, not bad. Sing of happy, not sad.<br \/>\nSing. Sing a song. Make it simple to last your whole life long.<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t worry if it&#8217;s not good enough for anyone else to hear,<br \/>\nJust sing. Sing a song!<\/p>\n<p>Sing. Sing a song. Let the world sing along.<br \/>\nSing the love there could be. Sing for you and for me.<br \/>\nSing. Sing a song. Make it simple to last your whole life long.<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t worry if it&#8217;s not good enough for anyone else to hear,<br \/>\nJust sing. Sing a song!<br \/>\n<a name=\"sunrise\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Sunrise, Sunset (Fiddler on The Roof)<\/h3>\n<p>Is this the little girl I carried, Is this the little boy at play?<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t remember getting older. When did they?<br \/>\nWhen did she grow to be a beauty? When did he grow to be so tall?<br \/>\nWasn&#8217;t it yesterday that they were small?<br \/>\n(Chorus:)<br \/>\nSunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset, swiftly flow the days.<br \/>\nSeedlings grow overnight to sunflowers, Blossoming even as we gaze.<br \/>\nSunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset, swiftly flow the years.<br \/>\nOne season following another, Laden with happiness and tears.<\/p>\n<p>What words of wisdom can I give them, How can I help to ease their way?<br \/>\nNow they must learn from one another, day by day.<br \/>\nThey look so beautiful together, Just like a bride and groom should be.<br \/>\nIs there a canopy in store for me?<br \/>\n(Chorus)<br \/>\nNow is the little boy a bridegroom, Now is the little girl a bride,<br \/>\nUnder the canopy I see them, side by side.<br \/>\nPlace the gold ring around her finger, Share the sweet wine and break the glass.<br \/>\nSoon the full circle will have come to pass.<br \/>\n(Chorus)<br \/>\n<a name=\"summertime\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Summertime<\/h3>\n<p>DuBose Heyward, George Gershwin, 1935, &#8220;Porgy &amp; Bess&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Summertime and the livin&#8217; is easy, Fish are jumpin&#8217; and the cotton is high.<br \/>\nOh, yo&#8217; daddy&#8217;s rich, an&#8217; yo&#8217; mama&#8217;s good-lookin,&#8217;<br \/>\nSo hush, little baby, don&#8217; you cry.<br \/>\nOne of these mornin&#8217;s you goin&#8217; to rise up singin&#8217;,<br \/>\nThen you&#8217;ll spread yo&#8217; wings an&#8217; you&#8217;ll take to the sky.<br \/>\n(But) Until that mornin&#8217; there&#8217;s nothin&#8217; can harm you<br \/>\nWith Daddy an&#8217; Mammy standing by.<br \/>\n<a name=\"those\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>\u00a0Those Were the Days<\/h3>\n<p>Gene Raskin, 1962<\/p>\n<p>Once upon a time there was a tavern where we used to raise a glass or two.<br \/>\nRemember how we&#8217;d laugh away the hours, and think of all the great things we would do?&#8230;<br \/>\n(Chorus:)<br \/>\nThose were the days, my friend, we thought they&#8217;d never end,<br \/>\nWe&#8217;d sing and dance forever and a day.<br \/>\nWe&#8217;d live the life we choose, we&#8217;d fight and never lose,<br \/>\nThose were the days, oh, yes, those were the days! La da da dadada, la da da dadada&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Then the busy years went rushing by us; We lost our starry notions on the way.<br \/>\nIf by chance I&#8217;d see you in the tavern, We&#8217;d smile at one another and we&#8217;d say: (Chorus)<\/p>\n<p>Just tonight I stood before the tavern; Nothing seemed the way it used to be.<br \/>\nIn the glass I saw a strange reflection: Was that lonely person really me?<br \/>\nThrough the door there came familiar laughter; I saw your face and heard you call my name.<br \/>\nOh, my friend, we&#8217;re older but no wiser, For in our hearts the dreams are still the same: (Chorus)<br \/>\n<a name=\"side\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Side by Side<\/h3>\n<p>Harry Woods, 1927<\/p>\n<p>Oh, we ain&#8217;t got a barrel of money, maybe we&#8217;re ragged and funny,<br \/>\nBut we&#8217;ll travel along, singing a song, side by side.<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t know what&#8217;s comin&#8217; tomorrow, maybe it&#8217;s trouble and sorrow,<br \/>\nBut we&#8217;ll travel the road, sharing our load, side by side.<\/p>\n<p>Through all kinds of weather&#8211;what if the sky should fall?<br \/>\nJust as long as we&#8217;re together, it really doesn&#8217;t matter at all!<br \/>\nWhen they&#8217;ve all had their quarrels and parted, We&#8217;ll be the same as we started,<br \/>\nJust travelin&#8217; along, singing a song, side by side.<br \/>\n<a name=\"star\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Swinging on a Star<\/h3>\n<p>Johnny Burke, James Van Heusen, &#8220;Going My Way,&#8221; 1944<\/p>\n<p>(Chorus:)<br \/>\nOh, would you like to swing on a star? Carry moonbeams home in a jar?<br \/>\nAnd be better off than you are? Or would you rather be a mule?<\/p>\n<p>A mule is an animal with long funny ears, Kicks up at anything he hears.<br \/>\nHis back is brawny but his brain is weak, He&#8217;s just plain stupid with a stubborn streak.<br \/>\nAnd by the way, if you hate to go to school, You may grow up to be a mule!<br \/>\n(Chorus..1st 3 lines)<br \/>\n..Or would you rather be a pig?<\/p>\n<p>A pig is an animal with dirt on his face&#8211;His shoes are a terrible disgrace!<br \/>\nHe has no manners when he eats his food, He&#8217;s fat and lazy and extremely rude.<br \/>\nBut if you don&#8217;t care a feather or a fig, You may grow up to be a pig!<br \/>\n(Chorus..1st 3 lines) ..Or would you rather be a fish?<\/p>\n<p>A fish won&#8217;t do anything but swim in a brook\u2013He can&#8217;t write his name or read a book.<br \/>\nTo fool the people is his only thought, And though he&#8217;s slippery he still gets caught.<br \/>\nBut then, if that sort of life is what you wish, You may grow up to be a fish!<br \/>\nAnd all the monkeys aren&#8217;t in the zoo. Every day you&#8217;ll meet quite a few.<br \/>\nSo you see, it&#8217;s all up to you: You can be better than you are.<br \/>\nYou could be swingin&#8217; on a star! You could be swingin&#8217; on a star!<br \/>\n<a name=\"showme\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Show Me the Way To Go Home<\/h3>\n<p>Irving King, 1925<\/p>\n<p>Show me the way to go home, I&#8217;m tired and I want to go to bed.<br \/>\nI had a little drink about an hour ago and it went right to my head.<br \/>\nWherever I may roam, on land or sea or foam,<br \/>\nYou can always hear me singing this song:<br \/>\nShow me the way to go home!<\/p>\n<p>(Pretentious version:)<br \/>\nIndicate the way to my habitual abode, I&#8217;m fatigued and desire to retire.<br \/>\nI had a small apertif about 60 minutes ago, and it went right to my cerebellum<br \/>\nWherever I may perambulate, on terra firma, aqua, or emulsified air,<br \/>\nYou can always hear me chanting this ditty,<br \/>\nIndicate the way to my habitual abode.<br \/>\n<a name=\"friends\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>With a Little Help From My Friends<\/h3>\n<p>John Lennon, Paul McCartney (&#8220;The Beatles&#8221;), 1967<\/p>\n<p>What would you do if I sang out of tune, Would you stand up and walk out on me?<br \/>\nLend me your ears and I&#8217;ll sing you a song, And I&#8217;ll try not to sing out of key:<br \/>\nOh, I get by with a little help from my friends.<br \/>\nMm, I get high with a little help from my friends.<br \/>\nMm, I&#8217;m gonna try with a little help from my friends.<\/p>\n<p>What do I do when my love is away? Does it worry you to be alone?<br \/>\nHow do I feel by the end of the day? Are you sad because you&#8217;re on your own?<br \/>\nNo, I get by with a little help from my friends.<br \/>\nMm, I get high with a little help from my friends.<br \/>\nMm, I&#8217;m gonna try with a little help from my friends.<br \/>\nDo you need anybody? I need somebody to love.<br \/>\nCould it be anybody? I want somebody to love.<\/p>\n<p>Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes, I&#8217;m certain that it happens all the time.<br \/>\nWhat do you see when you turn out the light? I can&#8217;t tell you but I know it&#8217;s mine.<br \/>\nNo, I get by with a little help from my friends.<br \/>\nMm, I get high with a little help from my friends.<br \/>\nMm, I&#8217;m gonna try with a little help from my friends.<\/p>\n<p>Do you need anybody? I just need someone to love. Could it be anybody? I want somebody to love.<br \/>\nOh, I get by with a little help from my friends.<br \/>\nMm, I&#8217;m gonna try with a little help from my friends.<br \/>\nOh, I get high with a little help from my friends.<br \/>\nYes, I get by with a little help from my friends, With a little help from my friends&#8230;.<br \/>\n<a name=\"swing\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Swing Low, Sweet Chariot<\/h3>\n<p>(Chorus:) Swing low, sweet chariot, comin&#8217; for to carry me home (x2).<\/p>\n<p>I looked over Jordan, and what did I see? Comin&#8217; for to carry me home,<br \/>\nA band of angels comin&#8217; after me, Comin&#8217; for to carry me home. (Chorus)<\/p>\n<p>Well, if you get to heaven before I do, Comin&#8217; for to carry me home,<br \/>\nJust tell all my friends I&#8217;m comin&#8217; after you,<br \/>\nComin&#8217; for to carry me home. (Chorus)<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m sometimes up and sometimes down, Comin&#8217; for to carry me home.<br \/>\nBut still my soul feels heavenly bound, Comin&#8217; for to carry me home. (Chorus<br \/>\n<a name=\"loverly\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Wouldn&#8217;t it Be Loverly<\/h3>\n<p>Alan Jay Lerner, Frederick Lowe, &#8220;My Fair Lady,&#8221; 1956<\/p>\n<p>All I want is a room somewhere, Far away from the cold night air,<br \/>\nWith one enormous chair; Oh, wouldn&#8217;t it be loverly?<br \/>\nLots of chocolate for me to eat; Lots of coal makin&#8217; lots of heat;<br \/>\nWarm face, warm hands, warm feet, oh, wouldn&#8217;t it be loverly?<br \/>\nOh, so loverly sittin&#8217; abso-bloomin&#8217;-lutely still!<br \/>\nI would never budge &#8217;til spring crept over the window-sill!<br \/>\nSomeone&#8217;s head restin&#8217; on my knee, Warm and tender as he can be,<br \/>\nWho takes good care of me, Oh, wouldn&#8217;t it be loverly?<br \/>\nLoverly! Loverly! Loverly! Loverly!<br \/>\n<a name=\"whiffenpoof\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>The Whiffenpoof Song<\/h3>\n<p>Meade Minnigerode, George S. Pomeroy, Tod B. Galloway<br \/>\n(revised by Rudy Vallee, 1936)<\/p>\n<p>To the tables down at Mory&#8217;s, to the place where Louis dwells,<br \/>\nTo the dear old Temple Bar we love so well,<br \/>\nSing the Whiffenpoofs assembled with their glasses raised on high,<br \/>\nAnd the magic of their singing casts its spell.<br \/>\nYes, the magic of their singing of the songs we know so well:<br \/>\n&#8220;Shall I, Wasting,&#8221; and &#8220;Mavoureen,&#8221; and the rest;<br \/>\nWe will serenade our Louis, while life and voice shall last,<br \/>\nThen we&#8217;ll pass and be forgotten with the rest.<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re poor little lambs who have lost our way, Baa, Baa, Baa.<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re little black sheep who have gone astray, Baa, Baa, Baa.<br \/>\nGentlemen songsters off on a spree, Doomed from here to eternity;<br \/>\nLord, have mercy on such as we: Baa, Baa, Baa.<br \/>\n<a name=\"zip\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah<\/h3>\n<p>Ray Gilbert, Allie Wrubel, 1945<br \/>\n(Walt Disney&#8217;s &#8220;Song of the South&#8221;)<\/p>\n<p>Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay! My, oh my, what a wonderful day!<br \/>\nPlenty of sunshine headin&#8217; my way, Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!<br \/>\nMister Bluebird&#8217;s on my shoulder.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the truth! It&#8217;s actual! Everything is satisfactual!<br \/>\nZip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay! Wonderful feelin&#8217;, wonderful day!<br \/>\n<a name=\"young\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Young At Heart<\/h3>\n<p>Carolyn Leigh, Johnny Richards, 1954<\/p>\n<p>Fairy tales can come true, it can happen to you, If you&#8217;re young at heart.<br \/>\nAnd it&#8217;s hard, you will find, to be narrow of mind, If you&#8217;re young at heart.<br \/>\nYou can go to extremes with impossible schemes,<br \/>\nYou can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams,<br \/>\nAnd life gets more exciting with each passing day,<br \/>\nAnd love is either in your heart or on its way.<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t you know it is worth every treasure on earth to be young at heart?<br \/>\nAnd as rich as you are, it&#8217;s much better by far to be young at heart.<br \/>\nAnd if you should survive to a hundred and five,<br \/>\nLook at all you&#8217;ll derive out of being alive;<br \/>\nAnd here is the best part: You&#8217;ve had a head start,<br \/>\nIf you are among the very young at heart.<br \/>\n<a name=\"submarine\"><\/a><\/p>\n<h3>Yellow Submarine<\/h3>\n<p>John Lennon, Paul McCartney (&#8220;The Beatles&#8221;), 1966<\/p>\n<p>In the town where I was born lived a man who sailed the sea.<br \/>\nAnd he told us of his life in the land of submarines.<br \/>\nSo we sailed up to the sun till we found the sea of green,<br \/>\nAnd we lived beneath the waves in our yellow submarine.<br \/>\n(Chorus:)<br \/>\nWe all live in a yellow submarine, Yellow submarine, yellow submarine.<br \/>\nWe all live in a yellow submarine, Yellow submarine, yellow submarine.<\/p>\n<p>And our friends are all on board, many more of them live next door.<br \/>\nAnd the band begins to play: du du du du, da du, da du,<br \/>\nDu du du du, da du, da du.<br \/>\n(Chorus:)<br \/>\nAs we live a life of ease, every one of us has all we need:<br \/>\nSky of blue and sea of green, in our yellow submarine.<br \/>\n(Chorus:) (x2)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I write about the joys and values of singing on another webpage on this website. Here are some of my favorite songs. This will make a nice little song sheet for get-togethers. Table of Contents Accentuate the Positive Amazing Grace Ballin&#8217; the Jack Blowin&#8217; in the Wind Don&#8217;t Fence Me In Enjoy Yourself Feelin&#8217; Groovy [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[30,29,28],"class_list":["post-533","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-favoritethings","tag-lyrics","tag-singing","tag-songbook"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/533"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=533"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/533\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":545,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/533\/revisions\/545"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=533"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=533"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blatner.com\/adam\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=533"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}