ON THE STREET WHERE YOU LIVE:
I have often walked down this street before.
But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before,
All at once am I several stories high,
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.
Oh the lilac trees in the heart of town,
You can hear the lark in any other part of town.
Does enchantment lie out of every door.
No it's just on the street where you live.
And oh...the towering feeling,
Just to know somehow you are near,
And oh the towering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear.
People stop and stare, they don't bother me.
For there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be,
Let the time fly by,
I don't care if I,
Can be here on the street where you live.
THE GIRL THAT I MARRY.
The Girl that I marry
Will have to be
As soft and as sweet as a nursery,
The girl I call my own,
Will wear satin, and laces, and smell of cologne.
Her nails will be polished
And in her hair,
She'll wear a gardenia
And I'll be there.
'Stead of Flirtin'
I'll be sittin'
Next to her and she'll purr like a kitten.
A doll I can carry
The girl that I marry must be.
OL' MAN RIVER.
There's an ol' man called de Mississippi;
That's the ol' man I don't like to be!
What does he care if the world's got troubles?
What does he care if the land ain't free..
Ol' Man River,
That Ol' Man River
He mus' know sumpin' But don't say nuthin',
He jes' keeps rollin',
He keeps on rollin' along.
He don't plant taters,
He don't plant cotton,
And them that plants 'em
Is soon forgotten,
But Ol' Man River,
He jes' keeps rollin' along.
You an' me, we sweat an' strain,
Body all achin' an' racked wid pain -
Tote that barge and lifts that bail
You get a little drunk
And you lands in jail.
I gets weary abd sick of trying
I'm tired of living
And still not dying
But Ol' Man River,
It just keeps rolling along!
SHINE ON HARVEST MOON.
The night was mighty dark so you could hardly see,
For the moon refused to shine.
Couple sitting underneath a willow tree,
For love they did pine,
Little maid was kind of 'fraid of darkness
So she said "I guess I'll go."
Boy began to sigh, looked up in the sky,
Told the moon his little tale of woe....
"Oh shine on, shine on haevest moon up in the sky.
I ain't had no lovin' since January, February, June or July.
Snowtime ain't no time to stay outdoors and spoon,
So shine on, Shine on harvest moon,
For me and my gal!"