Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens. Lord with me abide!
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me!

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day.
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not, abide with me!

I need thy presence ev’ry passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me!

Music by William Henry Monk
with lyrics by Henry Francis Lyte, 1861

( . . . hmmmm in a world of love that I found in your arms! )

I have dreamed many dreams,
And I’ve shared one or two,
But the best dream of all,
Didn’t start coming true,
‘Till my heart felt that glow just a moment ago,
In a world of love, that I found in your arms . . .

( In a world of love, that I found in your arms . . . )

And as soft as your touch,
And as deep as your sighs,
Was that warm tender look,
I could see in your eyes,
Shining bright as the day while it showed me the way,
( To a ) world of love, that I found in your arms . . .

( To a world of love . . . that I found in your arms! )

Only one sweet embrace,
And I knew then and there,
That as long as I live,
Nothing else will compare,
With the thrill of tonight when my heart saw the light,
( In a ) world of love, that I found in your arms . . .

In a world of love, that I found in your arms . . .
In a world of love, that I found in your arms . . . ( to fade )

Original French title “Le Ciel, Le Soleil et La Mer”
Music by Fran?ois Deguelt and English lyrics by Judy Spencer

A still small voice will speak to you one day.
A still small voice will call to you and say,
” I am the earth, the sky, the brightest star on high,
the tallest tree, the smallest drop of dew.”
A still small voice one day will say to you!

The still small voice from every voice apart,
Will whisper in the language of your heart,
” I am the night, the day, the blessing and the way,
the dream that keeps a lonely heart aglow!”
Once you have heard the word a still small voice will say,
your heart will answer,
“Yes, I know!”

Music by Ben Weisman
with lyrics by Al Stillman

There could never be a portrait of my love
for nobody could paint a dream!
You will never see a portrait of my love
for miracles are never seen!

Anyone who sees her,
soon forgets the Mona Lisa!
It would take I know, a Michael Angelo,
and he would need the glow of dawn
that paints the sky above
to try an’ paint a portrait of my love!

< instrumental break >

. . . yes, he would need the glow of dawn
that paints the sky above
to try an’ paint a portrait of my love!

Music by Cyril Ornadel
with lyrics by David West , 1961

That certain night, the night we met,
there was magic abroad in the air
there were angel’s dining at the Ritz
and a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square!

I may be right and I may be wrong,
but I’m perfectly willing to swear
that when you turned and smiled at me
a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square!

The moon that lingered over London town
or puzzled moon, he wore a frown
how could he know we two were so in love?
The whole darn world seemed upside down!

The streets of town were paved with stars
it was such a romantic affair!
And when we kissed and said goodnight
a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square!

< instrumental break >

The streets of town were paved with stars
it was such a romantic affair!
And as we kissed and said goodnight
a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square!

I know ’cause I was there
that night in Berkeley Square!

Music by Manning Sherwin
with lyrics by Eric Maschwitz, 1940

It?s always fair weather,
when hep cats get together!
And every time they meet,
here?s the way you?ll hear them greet ( greet! )
A hubba-hubba-hubba Hello Dad!

Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got back!
Well a hubba-hubba-hubba, let?s shoot some breeze!
Say, whatever happened to the Japanese?
Hmm a hubba-hubba-hubba, haven?t you heard?
A hubba-hubba-hubba, slip me the word!

I got it from a guy who was in the kno?
It was mighty smoky over Tokyo!
A friend of mine in a B-29 dropped another load for luck,
As he flew away, he was heard to say:
“A hubba-hubba-hubba yuk yuk!”

Well I gotta go fishin?
That?s ok, we?ll give you our permission and we?ll say,
A hubba-hubba-hubba, on your way!
And I will dig you later in the USA!
Ta dah dah dee dee dee ta dee dee, ta dah dah hi hi hi tee dee dee!

A hubba-hubba-hubba, I just got in!
A hubba-hubba-hubba, well give me some skin!
Well you?re lookin? mighty purdy Miss Curly Locks!
I?m the grand old girly of the bobby socks!
Hmm yuttata yuttata yuttaton you talk big!
Well I?m the fresh tomata you can?t dig!
Let?s have a heart to heart?a and you?ll decide!
I?m a chick what’s really on the solid side!

You knock me flat, you?re the kind of a cat,
makes me wanta blow my top: ” ?till the end of time . . . ” ( Aaaaah! )

And if you feel that way, tell me what you say?
A hubba-hubba-hubba muk muk!

Well now you?re really talkin?, you?re no square!
You can?t be from Weehawken . . .
Hmm hmm Delaware!

You got a line of jive that?s really zoo!
Well I?ll dig you later, baby you?re all root!

< instrumental break >

You?re the kind of cat, wears a sharp cravat,
and you really know your stuff!

If you feel that way, tell me what you say?
A hubba-hubba-hubba ruff ruff!

A getta long a little mousy with the great big eyes,
well if you?re lookin? for a spousey,
why you?re just my size!

Mister how you love to blubber
with that knock out squawk,
Seems your lips are made of rubber
every time you talk!

Oh no, no, no, hubba-hubba!

Yes, yes, yes, hubba-hubba!

Bop, bop, bop, hubba-hubba!
A what you kno? ( A what you kno? )
A what you say ( A what you say )
I say I?ll dig you later baby in the USA!

Music by Jimmy McHugh
with lyrics by Harold Adamson. 1945

A chair is still a chair
Even when there’s no one sittin’ there
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When there’s no one there,
To hold you tight
An’ no one there
You can kiss goodnight . . .

A room is still a room
Even when there’s nothin’ there but gloom
But a room is not a house
And a house is not a home
When the two of us
Are far apart
An’ one of us
Has a broken heart . . .

Now an’ then
I call your name
An’ suddenly your face appears
But it’s just a crazy game
When it ends
It ends in tears . . .

Darling have a heart
Don’t let one mistake keep us apart
I’m not meant to live alone
Turn this house into a home
When I climb the stair
An’ turn the key
Oh please be there
Still in love with me . . .

< instrumental bridge >

I’m not meant to live alone
Turn this house into a home
When I climb the stair
An’ turn the key
Oh please be there
Still in love with me . . .

Music by Burt Bacharach
and lyrics by Hal David , 1964

A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails
an’ all the wood I can find
I’ll build me a cabin on top of the hill
got all the plans in my mind . . .

Where the tree tops talk to the wind
where the eagle flies
I’ll bring her to see it the minute I’m through
won’t she light up with surprise!

A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails
an’ just my two hands, but with some help from above
The walls will start risin’, the roof will go on
the final touch will be love . . .

Where the tree tops talk to the wind
where the eagle flies
The preacher will bless us as we hurry to
our happy home in the skies . . .

As soon as we’re married,
we’re movin’ in to
our happy home in the skies . . .

( A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails . . . )
Our happy home in the skies . . .

Words and Music by Sarah Graham,
Richard Ahlert and Eddie Snyder

‘Twas just a garden in the rain,
close to a little leafy lane
a touch of colour ‘neath skies of gray!

The raindrops kissed the flower beds
the blossoms raised their thirsty heads
a perfumed thank you they seem to say!

Surely here was charm beyond compare to view
maybe it was just that I was there
with you!

‘Twas just a garden in the rain,
but then the sun came out again
and sent us happily on our way!

Surely here was charm beyond compare to view
but, maybe it was just that you were there dear,
you were so lovely!

‘Twas just a garden in the rain,
but then the sun came out again
and sent us happily on our way!

Just a garden in the rain!

Music by Carroll Gibbons
and lyrics by James Dyrenforth, 1929

A fella needs a girl, to sit by his side
At the end of a weary day
To sit by his side and listen to him talk
And agree with the things he’ll say!

A fella needs a girl, to hold in his arms
When the rest of the world goes wrong
To hold in his arms and know that she believes
That her fellow is wise and strong!

When things go right and his job’s well done
He wants to share the prize he’s won
If no one shares and no one cares
Where’s the fun of a job well done, or a prize you’ve won?

A fella needs a home, his own kind of home
But to make this dream come true
A fella needs a girl, his own kind of girl
My kind of girl is you!

< instrumental break >

A fella needs a girl, his own kind of girl
My kind of girl is you.

Music by Richard Rodgers
with lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II, 1947