Guy Mitchell and Mitch Miller - My Truly, Truly Fair Lyrics

My Truly, Truly Fair
Guy Mitchell & Mitch Miller

(Oh, ho!!)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)

CHORUS
My, truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair

(Oh, ho!!)
Some men plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time

She's
CHORUS

(Oh, ho!!)
Once I sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so, I swam right back to shore

Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair

(Oh, ho!!)
I love she and she loves me, pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night 'bout who loves who the most

CHORUS

(Oh, ho!!)
Soon I'm gonna marry her, love her till I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone but still I'm gonna try

(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair)

How I love my truly fair (loves his truly fair)
Wow! How I love my truly fair (how he loves his truly fair)

The World Is Waiting For The Sunrise

The World Is Waiting For The Sunrise
Les Paul & Mary Ford

(Words by Eugene Lockhart and Music by Ernest Seitz)

Dear one the world is waiting for the sunrise
Ev'ry rose is covered with dew
And while the world is waiting for the sunrise
In my heart is calling you

[Instrumental Interlude]

Dear one the world is waiting for the sunrise
Every little rose bud is covered with dew
And my heart is calling for you
The thrush on high his sleepy mate is calling
And my heart is calling you

Sweet Violets

Sweet Violets
Dinah Shore

Sweet Violets
Sweeter than the roses
Covered all over from head to toe
Covered all over with sweet violets

There once was a farmer who took a young miss
In back of the barn where he gave her a lecture
On horses and chickens and eggs
And told her that she had such beautiful
Manners that suited a girl of her charms
A girl that he wanted to take in his
Washing and ironing and then if she did
They could get married and raise lots of
Sweet violets
Sweeter than the roses
Covered all over from head to toe
Covered all over with sweet violets

The girl told the farmer that he'd better stop
And she call her father and he called a
Taxi and got there before very long
'Cause some one was doin' his little girl
Right for a change and so that's why he said
If you marry her son, you're better off single
'Cause it's always been my belief
Marriage will bring a man nothing but
Sweet Violets
Sweeter than the roses
Covered all over from head to toe
Covered all over with sweet violets

The farmer decided he wed anyway
And started in planning for his wedding
Suit which he purchased for only one buck
But then he found out he was just out of
Money and so he got left in the lurch
A standin' and waitin' in front of the
End of the story which just goes to show
All a girl wants from a man is his
Sweet Violets
Sweeter than the roses
Covered all over from head to toe
Covered all over with sweet violets

Sweet Violets

Sound Off

Sound Off
Vaughn Monroe

Hib-hub, hib-hub, hib-hub, hib-hub
The heads are up
The chests are out
The arms are swinging
And cadence count
Sound off (sound off)
Sound off (sound off)
Cadence count
1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4)
Enie, Meanie, Minie, Moe

Let's go back and count some more

Sound off (sound off)
Sound off (sound off)
Cadence count
1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4)

I had a good home, but I left (you're right)
I had a good home, but I left (you're right)
Jody was there, when I left (you're right)
Jody was there, when I left (you're right)

Sound off (1-2)
Sound off (3-4)
Cadence count
1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4)

I left gal away out west
I thought this army life was best
Now she's someone elses wife
And I'll be marchin' the rest of my life

Sound off (1-2)
Sound off (3-4)
1-2, 3-4
2, (2-3-4)
1-2-3-4, (1-2, 3-4)

The captain rides in a jeep
The sargent rides in a truck
The general rides in a limosine
But we're just out of luck

Sound off
Sound off
Cadence count
1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4)

Hib-hub, hib-hub, hib-hub, hib-hub
The heads are up
The chests are out
The arms are swinging
And cadence count
Sound off (sound off)
Sound off (sound off)
Cadence count
1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4)
Ennie, Meanie, Minnie, Moe
And let's go back and count somemore

Sound off
Sound off
Cadence count
1-2-3-4 (1-2, 3-4)

(1-2, 3-4)
(1-2, 3-4)
(1-2, 3-4)
Company halt
(1-2, 3-4)

(It's No) Sin

(It's No) Sin
Eddy Howard

Take away the breath of flowers
It would surely be a sin
Take the rain from April showers
It's a sin
Take away the violins, dear
From a lovely symphony
And the music of my heart
Would cease to be
Is it a sin to love you so
To hold you close
And know you are leaving

Though you take away my heart, dear
There's a beating still within
I'll keep loving you forever
For it's no sin

Is it a sin to love you so
To hold you close
And know you are leaving
Though you take away my heart, dear
There's a beating still within
I'll keep loving you forever
For it's no sin

My Heart Cries For You

My Heart Cries For You
Guy Mitchell & Mitch Miller

INTRO:
(My heart cries for you)
(Sighs
for you, dies for you)
(And my arms long for you)
(Please come back to
me)


If you're in Arizona, I'll follow you
If you're in Minnesota,
I'll be there too
You'll have a million chances to start anew
Because my
love is endless for you

My heart cries for you
Sighs for you, dies
for you
And my arms long for you
Please come back to me

An
unimportant quarrel was what we had
We have to learn to live with the good
and bad
Together we were happy, apart we're sad
This loneliness is
driving me mad

My heart cries for you
Sighs for you, dies for
you
And my arms long for you
Please come back to me

Please come
back to me
Please come back, come back, come back to me

Mockin' Bird Hill by Patti Page

Mockin' Bird Hill
Patti Page

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's trill
Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee
There's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin'bird Hill

When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill
And kisses the roses 'round my windowsill
Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
Of those birds in the treetops on Mockin'bird Hill

When it's late in the evenin' I climb up the hill
And survey all my kingdom while everything's still
Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill
Singing songs in the twilight on Mockin'bird Hill

Mockin' Bird Hill

Mockin' Bird Hill
Les Paul & Mary Ford

When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill
And kisses the roses 'round my window sill
Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
Of those birds in the tree tops on mockin' bird hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's trill
Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee
There's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers on the mockin' bird hill

[Instrumental Interlude]

When it's late in the evenin' I climb up the hill
And survey all my kingdom while everything's still
Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill
Singing songs in the twilight on mockin'bird hill

Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird's trill
Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee
There's peace and goodwill
You're welcome as the flowers on the mockin' bird hill

I Get Ideas

I Get Ideas
Tony Martin

When we are dancing
And your dangerously near me
I get ideas, I get ideas
I want to hold you
So much closer than I dare to
I want to scold you
'Cause I care more than I care to

And when you touch me
And there's fire in every finger
I get ideas, I get ideas
And after we have kissed goodnight
And still you linger
I kinda think you get ideas too

Your eyes are always saying
The things you're never saying
I only hope they're saying
That you could love me too
For that's the whole idea, it's true
The lovely idea that
I'm falling in love with you

[Instrumental Interlude]

When we are dancing
And your dangerously near me
I get ideas, I get ideas
And I want to hold you
So much closer than I dare to
I want to scold you
'Cause I care more than I care to
And when you touch me
And there's fire in every finger
I get ideas, I get ideas
And after we have kissed goodnight
And still you linger
I kinda think you get ideas too

Your eyes are always saying
The things you're never saying
I only hope they're saying
That you could love me too
For that's the whole idea, it's true
The lovely idea that
I'm falling in love with you

Jezebel

Jezebel
Frankie Laine

Jezebel.
Jezebel.

If ever the devil was born,
Without a pair of horns
It was you,
Jezebel, it was you.

If ever an angel fell,
Jezebel,
It was you.
Jezebel, it was you.

If ever a pair of eyes,
Promised paradise.
Deceiving me, grieving me,
Leavin' me blue.
Jezebel, it was you.

If ever the devil's plan,
Was made to torment man,
It was you,
Jezebel, it was you.

'Twould be better I had I never known,
A lover such as you.
Forsaking dreams and all,
For the siren call of your arms.

Like a demon, love possessed me,
You obsessed me constantly.
What evil star is mine,
That my fate's design,
Should be Jezebel?

If ever a pair of eyes,
Promised paradise.
Deceiving me, grieving me,
Leavin' me blue.
Jezebel, it was you.

If ever the devil's plan,
Was made to torment man,
It was you,
Night an' day, every way.
Oh, Jezebel, Jezebel, Jezebel.