We skipped the light Fandango
Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale


She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And I would not let her be
One of the sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well’ve been closed


And so it was that later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

All hands on deck
We’ll run afloat
I heard the captain cry
Explore the ship
Replace the cook
Let no one leave alive
Across the straits
Around the horn
How far can sailors fly?
A twisted path
A tortured course
And no one left alive

We sailed for parts
Unknown to man
Where ships come home to die
No lofty peak
No fortress boat,
Could match our captains eye
Upon the seventh sea sick day
We’ve made our port of call
The sand so white
The sea so blue
No mortal place at all

We fired the gun
And burned the mast
And rode from ship to shore
The captain cried
We sailors wept
Our tears were tears of joy
How many moons
And many Junes
How far since we’ve made land
A Salty Dog
Our seaman’s lot
You’re witness my own hand

(If you win, or you lose, it’s the Question of Honour)
(And the way that you choose, it’s the Question of Honour)

I can’t tell what’s wrong or right
If black is white or day is night
But I know when two men collide
It’s the Question of Honour!

Yesterday, there was a change somewhere on your face
‘Cause yesterday you went looking for
Another warm thing to take his place
Now I’m not trying to tell you that
You have no choices to be weighed
But you’ve got to believe in faith-healing
‘Casue everyone’s afraid

Yesterday, you stopped crying
Yesterday your old friend just walked on by
The friend that used to wake you up and
Make you think the world was going to end
Your old friend


I’m sure you know
The old love is ugly now
But no one wants to turn away
From something they think is still allowed
It’s clear, that what you’re thinking is
How many perfect loves are made
But you’ve got to believe in faith-healing
Cause everyone’s afraid


Yesterday, you stopped, stopped crying
Yesterday your old friend walked on by
Yesterday, you stopped, stopped crying
Yesterday your old friend walked on by

One day he’ll return
My dear love from yesterday
Love will return
On a day of light


In the hours that come
Or in the coming year
I don’t care if I have to wait
Because it is the man I love
And I’ll be waiting for him even longer


One day he’ll return
My dear love from yesterday
And tomorrow love will be reborn
One fine light day


The supreme hapiness
And the nights that follow each other
One after the other for a long time
In the hours that will come
Or in the coming year
I’ll be waiting for you


One day he’ll return
My dear love from yesterday
Love will return
On a day of light


If it’s a dream
Make it still last
Oh, my dream
Make it still last


One day he’ll return
My dear love from yesterday
Love will return
On a day of light


If it’s a dream
Make it still last
Oh, my dream
Make it still last
One day

Un jour il viendra.
Mon bel amour d’hier
L’amour reviendra
Par un jour de lumi?re.

Dans les heures qui viennent.
Ou bien l’ann?e prochaine
Peu m’importe j’attends,
Car c’est l’homme que j’aime.
Et je l’attendrai m?me plus longtemps.


Un jour il viendra,
Mon bel amour d’hier.
Et demain l’amour rena?tra.
Un beau jour de lumi?re.


Le bonheur supr?me.
Et les nuits qui s’enchainent.
Une a une longtemps.
Dans les heures qui viennent.
Ou bien l’ann?e prochaine.
Je l’attends.


Un jour il viendra.
Mon bel amour d’hier.
L’amour reviendra
Par un jour de lumi?re.


Si c’est un r?ve.
Faites qu’il dure encore,
Oh mon r?ve.
Faites qu’il dure encore.


Un jour il viendra.
Mon bel amour d’hier.
L’amour reviendra
Par un jour de lumi?re.


Si c’est un r?ve.
Faites qu’il dure encore,
Oh mon r?ve.
Faites qu’il dure encore,
Un jour.

The water is wide, I cannot get o’er,
And neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that will carry two,
And both shall row, my love and I.

O, down in the meadows the other day,
A-gath’ring flowers both fine and gay,
A-gath’ring flowers both red and blue,
I little thought what love can do.


I leaned my back against some oak
Thinking that he was a trusty tree;
But first he bended, and then he broke,
And so did my false love to me.


A ship there is, and she sails the sea,
She’s loaded deep as deep can be,
But not so deep as the love I’m in;
I know not if I sink or swim.


O, love is handsome and love is fine,
And love’s a jewel while it is new,
But when it is old, it groweth cold,
And fades away like morning dew.

Oh dear daddy
I love him, he is so handsome
I want to go to Porta Rossa
to buy the ring
Yes, yes, I want to go there
And if my love were in vain
I would go to Ponte Vecchio
and throw myself in the Arno
I fret and suffer torments
Oh God, I would rather die
Daddy, have pity, have pity

O mio babbino caro,
mi piace ? bello, bello;
vo’andare in Porta Rossa
a comperar l’anello!
S?, s?, ci voglio andare!
e se l’amassi indarno,
andrei sul Ponte Vecchio,
ma per buttarmi in Arno!
Mi struggo e mi tormento!
O Dio, vorrei morir!

Babbo, piet?, piet?!
Babbo, piet?, piet?!

O can ye sew cushions and can ye sew sheets,
And can ye sing ballulow when the bairn greets?
And hie and baw, birdie, and hie and baw, lamb,
And hee and baw, birdie, my bonnie wee lamb.

Hie-o, wie-o what will I do wi’ ye?
Black’s the life that I lead wi’ ye,
Many o’you, little for to gi’ ye,
Hie-o, wie-o, what will I do wi’ ye?


I’ve placed my cradle on yon hilly top,
And aye as the wind blew my cradle did rock.
O hush-a-by, babie, O baw lily loo,
And hee adn baw, birdie, my bonnie wee doo,


Hie-o, wie-o what will I do wi’ ye?
Black’s the life that I lead wi’ ye,
Many o’you, little for to gi’ ye,
Hie-o, wie-o, what will I do wi’ ye?