Another Leonora once inspir'd
Tasso, with fatal love to phrenzy fir'd,
But how much happier, liv'd he now, were he,
Pierc'd with whatever pangs for love of thee!
Since could he hear that heavenly voice of thine,
With Adriana's lute of sound divine,
Fiercer than Pentheus' tho' his eye might roll,
Or idiot apathy benumb his soul,
You still, with medicinal sounds, might cheer
His senses wandering in a blind career;
And sweetly breathing thro' his wounded breast,
Charm, with soul-soothing song, his thoughts to rest.

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy. O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

1. Lord, I want to be a Christian,
2. Lord, I want to be more loving,
3. Lord, I want to be more holy, In a my heart, in a my
4. I don't want to be like Judas,
5. But I want to be like Jesus,
heart; Lord, I want to be a Christian, In a my
In a my heart, In a my heart
heart. In a my heart, In a my
heart, Lord, I want to be a Christian, In a my heart.

Lord, heavy hip mama
she done moved to the piney wood
Heavy hip mama
she done moved to the piney wood
She's a high stepping mama
and she don't mean no man no good

She got ways like the devil
and hair like a Indian squaw
She got ways like the devil
and hair like a Indian squaw
She been trying two years to get me
to be her son-in-law

Big mama
owns everything in her neighborhood
Ah big mama
owns everything in her neighborhood
But when she made the money
is when she lived in this piney wood

  VERSE

I weave with brightly colored strings
To keep my mind off other things;
So, ladies, let your fingers dance,
And keep your hands out of romance.
Lovely witches,
Let the stitches
Keep your fingers under control.
Cut the thread, but leave
The whole heart whole.
Merry maids can sew and sleep;
Wives can only sew and weep!

  REFRAIN

Falling in love with love
Is falling for make-believe.
Falling in love with love
Is playing the fool.
Caring too much is such
A juvenile fancy.

Thanks for the memory
Of candlelight and wine,
Castles on the Rhine,
The Parthenon and moments on the Hudson River Line.
How lovely it was!
Thanks for the memory
Of rainy afternoons,
Swingy Harlem tunes,
And motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes.
How lovely it was!
Many's the time that we feasted,
And many's the time that we fasted.
Oh well, it was swell while it lasted;
We did have fun
And no harm done.
And thanks for the memory
Of sunburns at the shore,
Nights in Singapore.

Long long ago on Calvary,
There hung upon a cross
A lifeless figure given in love
To whom was written "loss."

A Roman soldier tough and hard
Fought back a silent tear,
And women stood and wept aloud
'Twas more than they could bear.

His words and works were full of love,
His life a sacrifice,
The mob was as pitiless--the priests
Triumphant with the price.

But God is love, and righteousness
Won over worldly strife,
For Jesus Christ arose again
To everlasting life.

VERSE

Beautiful miracle,
Pardon my lyrical
Rhapsody,
But can't you see
You've captured me?
Being so glamorous,
Can't you be amorous
Just with me?
Make it soon,
Take a look at the moon, ooh . . .

REFRAIN

Love is just around the corner,
Any cozy little corner,
Love is just around the corner
When I'm around you.
I'm a sentimental mourner,
And I couldn't be forlorner
When you keep me on a corner
Just waiting for you.

VERSE 1

Wonderful!
Oh, it's wonderful
To be in love with you.
Beautiful!
You're so beautiful,
You haunt me all day through.

REFRAIN 1

Ev'ry little breeze
Seems to whisper " Louise. "
Birds in the trees
Seem to twitter " Louise. "
Each little rose
Tells me it knows
I love you, love you.
Ev'ry little beat
That I feel in my heart
Seems to repeat
What I felt at the start.
Each little sigh
Tells me that I
Adore you, Louise.

(B. G. DeSylva and Ballard MacDonald)

VERSE

When this world began
It was Heaven's plan,
There should be a girl for ev'ry single man.
To my great regret
Someone has upset
Heaven's pretty program,
For we've never met.
I'm clutching at straws,
Just because
I may meet her yet.

REFRAIN

Somebody loves me,
I wonder who,
I wonder who she can be.
Somebody loves me,
I wish I knew,
Who can she be worries me.
For ev'ry girl who passes me
I shout, " Hey! maybe,