More song lyrics 6

Be still, my soul; the Lord is on your side;
bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
leave to your God to order and provide;
in ev'ry change he faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; your best, your heav’nly friend
through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
2 Be still, my soul; your God will undertake
to guide the future as he has the past;
your hope, your confidence, let nothing shake;
all now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
his voice who ruled them while he lived below.

(the lyric is sung to the tune of Finlandia by Siberius)

There's a Spanish train that runs between
Guadalquivir and old Saville
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And people hear she's running still
And then they hush their children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep
Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died
But above his bed just a waiting for the dead
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye
Well God's not around and look what I've found, this one's mine
Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the Devil, get thee hence to endless night
But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned
But there's no need to push me around
I got him first so you can do your worst
He's going underground
But I think I'll give you one more chance
Said the Devil with a smile
So throw away that stupid lance
It's really not your style
Joker is the name, poker is the game
We'll play right here on this bed
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet
The souls of the dead
And I said look out, Lord, He's going to win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, He's going to win
Well the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a hand of five
And for the Lord, he was praying hard
Or that train he'd have to drive
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king
And the Lord, he was running for a straight
He had the queen and the knave and nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the eight
And then the Lord he called for one more card
But he drew the diamond eight
And the Devil said to the son of God
I believe you've got it straight
So deal me one for the time has come
To see who'll be the king of this place
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak
He slipped another ace
Ten thousand souls was the opening bid
And it soon went up to fifty nine
But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did
And he said that suits me fine
I'll raise you high to a hundred and five
And forever put an end to your sins
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, my hand wins
And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, don't let him win
Well that Spanish train still runs between
Guadalquivir and old Saville
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And people fear she's running still
And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best
And I said Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is still on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, you've got to win

When I was a student at Cadiz,
I played on the Spanish guitar, ching, ching!
I used to make love to the ladies,
I think of them still from afar, ching, ching!

cho: Ring, ching, ching, Ring, ching ching, Ring out ye bells
Oh ring out ye bells, Oh ring out ye bells!
Ring ching ching, Ring ching ching, ring out ye bells,
As I play on my Spanish guitar. Ching, ching!

I was four years a student at Cadiz
Where nothing one's pleasure can mar. ching ching!
And where many a beautiful maid is,
Oh, I strummed and I twanged my guitar. Ching, ching!

Chorus

OH, I sang serenades there at Cadiz,
'Til I got an attack of catarrh, ching, ching!
Tho no more I could serenadize,
Still I played on my Spanish guitar. ching ching!

Chorus

When at last the train bore me from Cadiz,
The ladies all wept round the car. Ching, ching!
Oh it grieved me to part from those ladies,
But I carried away my guitar. Ching, ching!

This old guitar taught me to sing a love song
It showed me how to laugh and how to cry.
It introduced me to some friends of mine
And brightened up some days
And helped me make it thru some lonely nights. Oh
What a friend to have on a cold and lonely night

Who draws the crowd and plays so loud
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's gonna steal the show
You know baby it's the guitar man
He can make you love
He can make you cry
He can bring you down
Then he'll get you high
Something keeps him going
Miles and miles a day
To find another place to play

I've been going out with a girl,
Her name is Julie
But last night she said to me,
When we were watching telly
She said listen John, I love you
But there's this bloke, I fancy
I don't want to two time you,
So it's the end for you and me

Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke, or to light up your smoke
But there's some place that he'd rather be
He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"
As a smile ran away from his face
"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place"

My old keyboard
Won't stand for a corner
He demands the middle of the room
Your heart dissolves
While he tips you so gracefully
'Till you're involved
In a babygrand affair
Love is called
My old piano
I have a ball
With my old piano
Love is called
My old piano

Midnight, one more night without sleeping
Watching, ‘til the morning comes creeping
Green Door, what’s that secret you’re keeping?
There’s an old piano and they play it hot behind the green door

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

When I wake up in the morning, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And something without warning, love
Bears heavy on my mind
Then I look at you
And the world's alright with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day

Birds are singing sweet and low
From the trees that gently grow
Soft and soothing breezes blow
On this lovely day

To the meadows there go I
To wander as the butterfly
How the flowers please me eyes
On this lovely day

I wish it could be always
Life is easy on such a day
I wish this peace on everyone
On this lovely day

Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best
Blue's the colour of the sky
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best
Green's the colour of the sparkling corn
In the morning, when we rise
In the morning, when we rise
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best

Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed

Whatever colours you have in your mind
I'll show them to you
And you'll see them shine

Laylady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay ladyship
Stay with your man awhile

Love, this is my song
Here is a song, a serenade to you
The world cannot be wrong
If in this world there is you

I care not what the world may say
Without your love there is no day
So, love, this is my song
Here is a song, a serenade to you

I have a song to sing, O!
Sing me your song, O!
It is sung with a sigh and a tear in the eye
For it tells of a righted wrong, O!
It's a song of a merrymaid, once so gay,
Who turned on her heel and tripped away
From the peacock popinjay, bravely born,
Who turned up his noble nose with scorn
At the humble heart that he did not prize;
So she begged on her knees, with downcast eyes,
For the love of the merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum
Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb
As he sighed for the love of a la-dye.

Sunshine on my shoulders
Makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water
Looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always
Makes me high

If I had a day
That I could give to you
I'd give to you a day just like today
If I had a song that I could sing for you
I'd sing a song to make you feel this way

I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden
Along with the sunshine
There's got to be a little rain sometimes.
When you take you gotta give
So live and let live
Or let go-o-o-o-oh....
I beg your pardon
I never promised you a rose garden.

Woke up this morning half asleep
With all my blankets in a heap
And yellow roses scattered all around
The time was still approaching four
I couldn't stand it anymore
Saw marigolds upon my eiderdown

I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain
Making the garden grow
I'm just sitting watching flowers in the rain
Feel the power of the rain
Keeping me cool

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning
And the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window
And the traffic wrote the words

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself, you said, "well, never mind
We are ugly but we have the music"

People are strange
When you're a stranger
Faces look ugly
When you're alone
Women seem wicked
When you're unwanted
Streets are uneven
When you're down

People, people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting a grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children, than children

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Remember at the outset
A very long time ago
You were just a schoolgirl
And I was your big hello
Time the magician played a few old tricks on us
Remember when you first said
That you would love me always
And how you fascinated me in so many ways
Time the magician played a few old tricks on us