1.Love Is A Many Splendoured Thing
LOVE IS A MANY SPLENDOURED THING
I walked along the streets of Hong Kong town
up and down, up and down.
I met a little girl in Hong Kong town
and I said, 'Can you tell me, please,
where's that love I never found？
Unravel me this riddle, what is love, what can it be？'
And in her eyes were butterflies as she replied to me.
Love is a many splendoured thing.
It's the April rose that only grows in the early spring.
Love is nature's way of giving, a reason to be living,
the golden crown that makes a man a king.
Once on a high and windy hill
in the morning mist two lovers kissed and the world stood still.
Then your fingers touched my silent heart and taught it how to
sing.
Yes, true love's a many splendoured thing.
- Paul Francis Webster
2.Somewhere My Love
SOMEWHERE MY LOVE
Somewhere, my love,
there will be songs to sing
although the snow
covers the hope of spring.
Somewhere a hill
blossoms in green and gold
and there are dreams
all that your heart can hold.
Someday we'll meet again, my love.
Someday whenever the spring breaks through.
You'll come to me
out of the long ago,
warm as the wind,
soft as the kiss of snow.
Till then, my sweet,
think of me now and then.
God, speed my love
'til you are mine again.
- Paul Francis Webster
3.The Green Leaves Of Summer
THE GREEN LEAVES OF SUMMER
A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin',
the green leaves of summer are callin' me home.
It was good to be young the in the season of plenty,
when the catfish were jumpin' as high as the sky.
A time just for plantin', a time just for ploughin',
a time to be courtin', a girl of your own.
Twas so good to be young then, to be close to the earth
and to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.
- Paul Francis Webster
4.Maverick (Theme)
Who is the tall, dark stranger there？
Maverick is the name.
Ridin' the trail to who knows where,
Luck is his companion,
Gamblin' is his game.
Smooth as the handle on a gun.
Maverick is the name.
Wild as the wind in Oregon,
Blowin' up a canyon,
Easier to tame.
Riverboat, ring your bell,
Fare thee well, Annabel.
Luck is the lady that he loves the best.
Natchez to New Orleans
Livin on jacks and queens
Maverick is a legend of the west.
Riverboat, ring your bell,
Fare thee well, Annabel.
Luck is the lady that he loves the best.
Natchez to New Orleans
Livin on jacks and queens
Maverick is a legend of the west.
Maverick is a legend of the west.
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