Catch a Falling Star~Perry Como

Catch a Falling Star~Perry Como
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away!
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!

For love may come an' tap you on the shoulder,
Some star-less night!
Just in case you feel you wanna’ hold her,
You’ll have a pocketful of starlight!

Catch a falling star an’ ( Catch a falling . . . ) put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away! ( Never let it fade away! )
Catch a falling star an’ ( Catch a falling . . . ) put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day! ( Save it for a rainy day! )

For love may come and tap you on the shoulder,
Some star-less night!
An’ just in case you feel you wanta’ hold her,
You’ll have a pocketful of starlight!

( . . . pocketful of starlight! ) [ hum in time ]

Catch a falling star an’ ( Catch a falling . . . ) put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away! ( Never let it fade away! )
Catch a falling star an’ ( Catch a falling . . . ) put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day! ( Save it for a rainy . . . Save it for a rainy, rainy rainy day! )

For when your troubles startn’ multiplyin’,
An' they just might!
It’s easy to forget them without tryin’,
With just a pocketful of starlight!

Catch a falling star an’ ( Catch a falling . . . ) put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away! ( Never let it fade away! )
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!

( Save it for rainy day! ) Save it for a rainy day!

Music and Lyrics by Lee Pockriss
and Paul Vance

Life ~ Paul Laurence Dunbar

Earthquake survivors from Yunnan province, China

Life

A CRUST of bread and a corner to sleep in,

A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,

A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,

And never a laugh but the moans come double;

And that is life!

A crust and a corner that love makes precious,

With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;

And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,

And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;

And that is life!

Paul Laurence Dunbar June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906

Daffodils ~ William Wordsworth

Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth
1770-1850

イビョル（離別）(이별)- Patti Kim

イビョル（離別）(이별)- Patti Kim
作詩　作曲　吉屋　潤

偶爾也會想起吧
雖是個冷酷的人
那樣愛過的回憶
總是無法來忘懐　　

抬頭一望青光月
一人過着孤獨夜
誓言返複浮心頭
更是想要再相見

※山隔分別那麼遠
相離遥遠海彼方
偶爾也會想起吧
雖是個冷酷的人
那樣愛過的回憶
總是無法來忘懐

當你的傳聞訊息
由風傳來那夜裡
湧上又退寂寞中
心情就會動揺吧
如水流逝日月中
一切都會改變吧
雖然二人的情炎
還是繼續燃燒着

※山隔分別那麼遠
相離遥遠海彼方
偶爾也會想起吧
雖是個冷酷的人
那樣愛過的回憶
總是無法來忘懐

Japanese Lyric:
時には思い出すでしょう　　冷たい人だけど　
あんなに愛した想い出を　　 忘れはしなしでしょうそう　　　　
青い月を見上げ　　一人過ごす夜は　
誓った言葉を繰り返し　逢いたくなるでしょう　　　　
　
※山越え遠くに 別れても 　海の彼方遥か　離れても
時には思い出すでしょう　冷たい人だけど　　　　　　　
あんなに愛した想い出を　忘れはしなしでしょう　　　　

あなたの噂を風が 運んで来る夜は　　　　　　　
寄せては返す淋しさに　心を揺らすでしょう　　　　　
流れゆく月日が　すべてを変えるでしょう　　　
たとえ二人の炎が　燃えつづけていても　　　　　

※山越え遠くに　別れても　海の彼方遥か　離れても　　　
時には思い出すでしょう　冷たい人だけど　　　　　　　
あんなに愛した想い出を　忘れはしなしでしょう　　　

Brink Of Eternity ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Brink Of Eternity
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.

My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
—-no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.

Rabindranath Tagore

Shine ~ Daniel Lanois

SHINE ~ DANIEL LANOIS
I have wandered far and wide
All the way from Paris to Mexico
'Til I was gone and didn't know

In the end the thing that keeps me walking
Is your shine, your shine in the morning, your shine in the distance,
Your shine inside the laughter and the ghosts

They have spoken of the river forever bending inside the fever
Of the saints that walk all night with no domain

In the end the thing that keeps them walking is your shine
Your shine when they wear no coat, your shine when the feelings low
Your shine when it's too late to turn around

I have frozen up my dreams, thinking I was all alone
Fighting every minute for each turning stone
I have reached the rocket speed
I have touched the ground that feeds
Scaling fences, looking for the healing sun

In the end the thing that keeps me walking is your shine
Your shine in transmissions, your shine in decisions,
Your shine when I labor to the new day,
It's your shine, your shine, your shine, shine, shine on

A Friend ~ Edgar Albert Guest

A Friend
A friend is one who stands to share
Your every touch of grief and care.
He comes by chance, but stays by choice;
Your praises he is quick to voice.

No grievous fault or passing whim
Can make an enemy of him.
And though your need be great or small,
His strength is yours throughout it all.

No matter where your path may turn
Your welfare is his chief concern.
No matter what your dream may be
He prays your triumph soon to see.

There is no wish your tongue can tell
But what it is your friend's as well.
The life of him who has a friend
Is double-guarded to the end.

Edgar A. Guest

1881-1959

Flower ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Flower
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it
droop and drop into the dust.

I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of
pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am
aware, and the time of offering go by.

Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower
in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

Rabindranath Tagore
1861-1941

All About Your Heart ~ Mindy Gledhill

All About Your Heart - Mindy Gledhill
I don't mind your odd behavior
It's the very thing I love
If you were an ice cream flavor
You would be my favorite one

My imagination sees you
Like a painting by Van Gogh
Starry nights and bright sunflowers
Follow you where you may go

Oh, I've loved you from the start
In every single way
And more each passing day
You are brighter than the stars
Believe me when I say
It's not about your scars
It's all about your heart

You're a butterfly held captive
Small and safe in your cocoon
Go on you can take your time
Time is said to heal all wounds

Chorus

Like a lock without a key
Like a mystery without a clue
There is no me if I cannot have you

Chorus

54. Where Do You Hurry ~ Rabindranath Tagore

54

Where do you hurry with your basket this late evening when the
marketing is over?
They all have come home with their burdens; the moon peeps from
above the village trees.
The echoes of the voices calling for the ferry run across the
dark water to the distant swamp where wild ducks sleep.
Where do you hurry with your basket when the marketing is over?

Sleep has laid her fingers upon the eyes of the earth.
The nests of the crows have become silent, and the murmurs of the
bamboo leaves are silent.
The labourers home from their fields spread their mats in the
courtyards.
Where do you hurry with your basket when the marketing is over?

Rabindranath Tagore
From The Gardener

Give Me A Sign ~ Ofra Haza

Give Me A Sign - Ofra Haza (French)

Aaah...

Ma vie dans ta vie
J'avais des Rêves
Tu avais pour mai des Rêves
A flame of hope and love
Mes yeux dans tes yeux
Tu avais des Rêves
J'avais pour toi des Rêves
A flame of hope and love
Until the end of my life

Give me a sign - I'll give you my hand
Give me a sign - I will understand
Don't be afraid I am your friend forever, forever
Give me a sign and open your eyes
Give me a sign and don't tell me lies
Don't be afraid I am your friend forever, forever...

Aaah...

La pluie m'a conduite à toi
Au cours de mon voyage final
La pluie a frappé les lumières de ton visage
Comme si elle avait voulu effacer
Une autre larme
Tu fuis tu fuis
Et essayes de revivre
Les souvenirs de ton passé
Tu ne sais pas
Quelle douleur
Ma causée ton amour

Give me a sign - I'll give you my hand
Give me a sign - I will understand
Don't be afraid I am your friend forever, forever
Give me a sign and open your eyes
Give me a sign and don't tell me lies
Don't be afraid I am your friend forever, forever...

Aaah...

Yash kef alo him mi me on
we yach, we yach...

Aaah...

A Tear And A Smile ~ Khalil Gibran

A Tear And A Smile
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun's kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.

To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.

Khalil Gibran

1845-1911

Devoted to You ~ The Beach Boys

The Beach Boys - Devoted to You
Darlin’ you can count on me
Till the sun dries up the sea
Until then I’ll always be devoted to you

I’ll be yours through endless time
I’ll adore your charms sublime
Guess by now you know that I’m devoted to you

I’ll never hurt you, I’ll never lie
I’ll never be untrue
I’ll never give you reason to cry
I’d be unhappy if you were blue

Through the years my love will grow
Like a river it will flow
It can’t die because I’m so devoted to you

I’ll never hurt you, I’ll never lie
I’ll never be untrue
I’ll never give you reason to cry
I’d be unhappy if you were blue

Through the years my love will grow
Like a river it will flow
It can’t die because I’m so devoted to you

IF ~ e e cummings

If
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,-
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven, and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,-
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.

e e cummings
1894-1962

Distant Time ~ Rabindranath Tagore

Distant Time
I know not from what distant time
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me.
Thy sun and stars can never keep thee hidden from me for aye.

In many a morning and eve thy footsteps have been heard
and thy messenger has come within my heart and called me in secret.

I know not only why today my life is all astir,
and a feeling of tremulous joy is passing through my heart.

It is as if the time were come to wind up my work,
and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet presence.

Rabindranath Tagore
1861-1941