Lyricists: American record producer Bob Thiele and American songwriter and arranger George David Weiss. Vocals: American trumpeter and vocalist Louis Daniel Armstrong (nicknamed “Satchmo”).
What A Wonderful World.
I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you, And I think to myself, What a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white, The bright blessed days, the dark sacred nights, And I think to myself, What a wonderful world. The colors of the rainbow, So pretty in the sky, Are also on the faces, Of people going by. I see friends shaking hands, saying, “How do you do?” They’re really saying, “I love you”. I hear babies cry, I watch them grow. They’ll learn much more, Than I’ll ever know, And I think to myself, What a wonderful world. Yes, I think to myself, What a wonderful world.
Lyrics and Vocals: American country music singer, songwriter and actor; sadly the recently deceased Kris Kristofferson (1936-2024).
The Pilgrim.
See him wasted on the side walk in his jacket and his jeans, Wearing yesterday’s misfortunes like a smile. Once he had a future full of money love and dreams, Which he spent like they was going out of style. And he keeps right on a changing for the better or the worse, Searching for a shrine he’s never found, Never knowing if believing is a blessing or a curse, Or if the going up is worth to coming down. He’s a poet he’s a picker he’s a prophet he’s a pusher, He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned. He’s a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction, Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home. He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars, And he’s traded in tomorrow for today. Running from his devils Lord and reaching for the stars, And losing all he loved along the way. But if this world keeps right on turning for the better or the worse, All he ever gets is older and around. From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse, The going up was worth the coming down. He’s a poet he’s a picker he’s a prophet he’s a pusher, He’s a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he’s stoned. He’s a walking contradiction partly truth and partly fiction, Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home. There’s lotta wrong directions on that lonely way back home.
Lyrics: English rock singer-songwriter and guitarist Kimberley Charles Rew, a member of rock band Katrina and the Waves. Vocals: British rock band Katrina and the Waves. The song represented the United Kingdom in the Eurovision Song Contest back in 1997.
Love Shine a Light.
Love shine a light in every corner of my heart. Let the love light carry, let the love light carry. Light up the magic in every little part, Let our love shine a light in every corner of our hearts. Love shine a light in every corner of my dreams, Let the love light carry, let the love light carry, Like the mighty river, flowing from the stream, Let our love shine a light in every corner of my dreams. And we’re all gonna shine a light together, All shine a light to light the way, Brothers and sisters, in every little part, Let our love shine a light in every corner of our hearts. Love shine a light in every corner of the world. Let the love light carry, let the love light carry. Light up the magic, for every boy and girl, Let our love shine a light in every corner of the world. And we’re all gonna shine a light together, All shine a light to light the way, Brothers and sisters, in every little part, Let our love shine a light, in every corner of our hearts. And we’re all gonna shine a light together, All shine a light to light the way, Brothers and sisters, in every little part, Let our love shine a light in every corner of our hearts. Shine a light in every corner of our hearts.
Loving Her Was Easier (Than Anything I’ll Ever Do Again).
Lyrics and Vocals: The late great, American country music singer, songwriter and actor Kristoffer (Kris) Kristofferson. (June 22nd, 1936 – September 28th, 2024).
Loving Her Was Easier (Than Anything I’ll Ever Do Again).
I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies. Aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies. Turning on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying. Healing as the colours in the sunshine and the shadows of her eyes. Waking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin. Wiping out the traces of the people and the places that I’ve been. Teaching me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying. Talking of tomorrow and the money, love, and time we had to spend. Loving her was easier than anything I’ll ever do again.
Coming close together with a feeling that I’ve never know before in my time. She ain’t ashamed to be a woman or afraid to be a friend. I don’t know the answer to the easy way she opened every door in my mind. But dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end, And loving her was easier than anything I’ll ever do again. mmmmm……………………………………
Lyrics and Vocals: Irish folk singer/songwriter, the late Co. Kerry born Christie Hennessy (Edward Christopher Ross 1945–2007). Interesting to note: Cristie’s 1992 release ‘The Rehearsal’ outsold Irish rock band ‘U2’ here in Ireland.
Roll Back the Clouds.
I’ve been sitting here so long, for you to hear my song, And all you want to know, have I been on the radio, Who’s the biggest star I’ve seen, what is my favourite scene, And if I get the job would I sing on Mars. Yes Sir I would sing on Mars, I’d play upon a star, I’d sing songs of the Sun and when my job was done, I would say I love you so, I’d like to play one more, Just to all young lovers, for the road. Tell me Son, yeah just how far, I need to go to be a star. I have known my highs and lows, I’ve worked in every show, I’ve played in every town, and brought some houses down, The critics never noticed me, I’m not a star you see, And yet I give my heart to every part. I would stand for hours and hours, I’d wade through sun and showers, With my dancing shoes and my dreams and views, I’d walk upon an empty stage with one light in my face, To be told don’t phone us, but we’ll phone you. Tell me Son, yeah just how far, I need to go to be a star. Every day the same old scenes, the same old happenings, A hundred miles of shows and just no place to go, And when your luck has all run out, you’re asked to take a bow, You’ve just stolen the show but now you’re on your own. Yes Sir I would sing on Mars, My dream scene is me the star, Me a star, I am a star.
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