Sing me,
sing me an old fashioned song
Bring me back in my mind
to a time where my memories all come from
A good -timin' song,
the kind that makes you
wanna sing along
Good old -fashioned, hand -clappin',
knee -slappin', foot -tappin' song
Close the door, light the light,
we're stayin' home tonight
Far away from the bustle
and the bright city light
Let them all fade away, just leave us alone
And we'll live in a world of our own
We'll build a world of our own
that no one else can share
All our sorrows will leave
far behind us there
And I know you will find
there'll be peace of mind
When we live in a world of our own
Beneath this snowy mountain
cold and clean
The unborn grass lies waiting
for its coat to turn to green
The snowbird sings the
song he always sings
And speaks to me of flowers
that will bloom again in spring
Spread your tiny wing
s and fly away
And take the snow back with you
where it came from on that day
The one I love forever is untrue
And if I could you know
that I would fly away with you
What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
come to the cabaret
Put down the netting,
the book and the broom
Time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum,
come to the cabaret
Come taste the wine,
come hear the band
Come, blow the horn, start a -celebratin'
Life this way, your pay goes way up
No use permittin' some profit or doom
To wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
Such a feeling's
coming over me
There is won der in most
everything I see
Not a cloud in the sky,
got the sun in my eye
And I won't be surprised
if it's a dream
Everything I want the world to be
Is now com ing true,
especially for me
And the reason it's clear
It's because you are here
You're the nearest thing to
heaven that I've seen
I'm on the top of the world
looking down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found
ever since you've been around
Your love puts me on
the top of the world
Oh, Bernadine
Oh, oh, oh, Bernadine
I can tell by the dimple
on your chin
You're in beautiful shape
for the shape you're in
And I'm in shape for Bernadine
Bernadine, Bernadine,
Bernadine, Bernadine
You're a little bit like every
girl I've ever seen
All your separate parts are not unknown
But the way you assemble
them's all your own
All yours and mine, dear Bernadine
This land is your land, this land is my land,
from California to the New York Island,
from the Redwood Forest to
the Gulf Stream waters,
this land was made for you and me.
This land is your land,
this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the redwood forest
to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
Old John Bowen riding out
one dark and windy day
On a ridge he rested
as he went along his way
And on at once a mighty herd of
red -eyed cows he saw,
Prowling through the ragged sky,
and up the cottage road.
Yippee -i -yay, yippee -i -ooh,
Oh, those riders in the side
Yippee -aye -ay, yippee -aye -oh
Oh, those riders in the side
The Lord is rising, the sun
John Mcsweeney 
