Favorite Songs

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	Favorite Songs
	The Red Red Robin When the red, red, robin Comes bob, bob, bobbin’ Along, along, There’ll be no more sobbin’ When he starts throbbin’ His old sweet song. Wake up, wake up you sleepy head, Get up, get up, get out of bed, Cheer up, cheer up, the sun is red, Live, Love, laugh and be happy, What if I’ve been blue Now I’m walkin' through Fields of flow'rs, Rain may glisten But still I listen For hours and hours. I’m just a kid again Doin' what I did again Singing a song When the red, red, robin Comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along. — Words & Music by Harry Woods, 1926

	When I'm 64 When I get older, losing my hair -- many years from now -- Will you still be sending me a valentine? Birthday greeting, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three would you lock the door? Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I'm sixty-four! You'll be older too. And if you say the word I could stay with you. I could be handy mending a fuse when your light have gone. You can knit a sweater by the fireside. Sunday mornings, go for a ride. Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who could ask for more . Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I'm sixty-four. Every summer we can rent a cottage on the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear We shall scrimp and save Grandchildren on your knee Vera, Chuck, and Dave. Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view. Indicate precisely what you mean to say. Yours sincerely, wasting away! Give me your answer fill in a form mine forever more Will you still need me? Will you still feed me? When I'm sixty-four. Paul McCartney & John Lennon Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, 1967

	Only Love Is Real As I bask in the glow of a just-lit fire Feeling the warmth as the flame grows higher I think it's true that nothing is really new under the sun Watching a new love grow from old love's embers Yesterday's gone but today remembers Doesn't it seem to come down the same for everyone Only love is real Everything else illusion Adding to the confusion of the way we connive At being alive Tracing a line till we can define The thing that allows us to feel Only love is real Childhood dreams like muddy waters Flowing through me to my son and daughters Everything I ever thought is confirmed as truth to me Even as I see the way that I want to go now Still I wish I had known what I know now Maybe I could have spared you giving your youth to me Only love is real Everything else illusion Adding to the confusion of the way we contrive To just stay alive Tracing a line till we can define The thing that allows us to feel Only love is real — Carole King, 1976

	You Don't Know Me You give your hand to me, and then you say, "Hello," And I can hardly speak, my heart is beating so; And anyone can tell you think you know me well, But you don't know me. No, you don't know the one who dreams of you at night, And longs to kiss your lips, and longs to hold you tight--To you, I'm just a friend; that's all I've ever been, But you don't know me. For I never knew the art of making love, Though my heart ached with love for you; Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by... The chance you might have loved me, too. You give your hand to me, and then you say, "Goodbye." I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy, To never, never know the one who loves you so.. No, you don't know me. Words & Music by Cindy Walker & Eddy Arnold, 1955 Recorded by Eddy Arnold, 1955 Recorded by Ray Charles, 1962

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