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Sing God a simple song: Lauda, Laudē Make it up as you go along: Lauda, Laudē Sing like you like to sing. God loves all simple things, For God is the simplest of all, For God is the simplest of all. I will sing the Lord a new song To praise Him, to bless Him, to bless the Lord. I will sing His praises while I live All of my days. Blessed is the man who loves the Lord, Blessed is the man who praises Him. Lauda, Lauda, Laudē And walks in His ways. I will lift up my eyes To the hills from whence comes my help. I will lift up my voice to the Lord Singing Lauda, Laudē. For the Lord is my shade, Is the shade upon my right hand, And the sun shall not smite me by day Nor the moon by night. Blessed is the man who loves the Lord, Lauda, Lauda, Laudē, And walks in His ways. Lauda, Lauda, Laudē, Lauda, Lauda di da di day. All of my days.
(Verse 1) Mama is a queen and papa is a king So I am a princess, I know it But court etiquette is a dull dreary thing I just hate it all, and I show it To sing on the stage, that's the one life for me My figure's just like Tetrazzini I know I'd win fame If I sang in Boheme That opera by Signor Puccini I've roulades and the trills That would send the cold chills Down the backs of all hearers of my vocal frills (Chorus 1) I long to be a prima donna donna donna I long to shine upon the stage I have the embonpoint to become a queen of song And my figure would look pretty as a page I want to be a screechy peachy cantatrice Like other plump girls that I see I hate society I hate propriety Art is calling for me (Verse 2) I'm in the elite and men sigh at my feet Still I do not fancy my position I have not much use for the men that I meet I quite burn with lyric ambition Those tenors so sweet, if they made love to me I'd be a success, that I do know And Melba I'd oust If I once sang in Faust That opera so charming by Gounod Girls would be on the brink Of hysterics, I think Even strong men would have to go out for a drink (Chorus 2) I long to be a prima donna donna donna I long to shine upon the stage With my avoirdupois and my tra la la la la I would be the chief sensation of the age I long to hear them shouting "Viva" to the diva Oh, very lovely that must be That's what I'm dying for That's what I'm sighing for Art is calling for me
Mitten im Schimmer der spiegelnden Wellen Gleitet, wie Schwäne, der wankende Kahn Ach, auf der Freude sanftschimmernden Wellen Gleitet die Seele dahin wie der Kahn Ach, auf der Freude sanftschimmernden Wellen Gleitet die Seele dahin wie der Kahn Denn von dem Himmel herab auf die Wellen Tanzet das Abendrot rund um den Kahn Tanzet das Abendrot rund um den Kahn Über den Wipfeln des westlichen Haines Winket uns freundlich der rötliche Schein Unter den Zweigen des östlichen Haines Säuselt der Kalmus im rötlichen Schein Unter den Zweigen des östlichen Haines Säuselt der Kalmus im rötlichen Schein Freude des Himmels und Ruhe des Haines Atmet die Seel' im errötenden Schein Atmet die Seel' im errötenden Schein Ach, es entschwindet mit tauigem Flügel Mir auf den wiegenden Wellen die Zeit Morgen entschwinde mit schimmerndem Flügel Wieder wie gestern und heute die Zeit Morgen entschwinde mit schimmerndem Flügel Wieder wie gestern und heute die Zeit Bis ich auf höherem strahlendem Flügel Selber entschwinde der wechselnden Zeit Selber entschwinde der wechselnden Zeit
As it is, plenty; As it’s admitted The children happy And the car, the car That goes so far And the wife devoted: To this as it is, To the work and the banks Let his thinning hair And his hauteur Give thanks, give thanks. All that was thought As like as not, is not When nothing was enough But love, but love And the rough future Of an intransigent nature And the betraying smile, Betraying, but a smile: That that is not, is not; Forget, forget. Let him not cease to praise Then his spacious days; Yes, and the success Let him bless, let him bless: Let him see in this The profits larger And the sins venal, Lest he see as it is The loss as major And final, final.
Connaissez-vous la blanche tombe Où flotte avec un son plaintif L'ombre d’un if? Sur l'if une pâle colombe Triste et seule au soleil couchant Chante son chant: On dirait que l'âme éveillée Pleure sous terre à l’unisson De la chanson Et du malheur d'être oubliée Se plaint dans un roucoulement Bien doucement Oh! jamais plus, près de la tombe Je n'irai, quand descend le soir Au manteau noir Écouter la pâle colombe Chanter sur la pointe de l'if Son chant plaintif!
