I is happy

I don't claim that I am psychic but one look at you and I kick
away every scruple I learnt as a pupil in school my dear

 I'm not one to make predictions but I've thrown off all restrictions

and I don't mind confessing I think it's a blessing that you are here

though I'm prepared to find I'm wrong I've got a funny feeling
we belong together - I could be happy with you if you could be happy with me

 I'd be contented to live anywhere - what would I care as long as you were there?

skies may not always be blue, but one thing is clear as can be
I know that I could be happy with you
my darling
if you could be happy
with me

 

THE BOYFRIEND

from the sublime, to the ridiculous. . .

for you there'll be no crying, for you the sun will be shining

'cause I feel that when I'm with you it's all right, I know it's right

and the songbirds keep singing like they know the score

and I love you I love you I love you like never before

to you I would give the world, to you I'd never be cold

'cause I feel that when I'm with you it's all right, I know it's right

and the songbirds keep singing like they know the score

and I love you I love you I love you, like never before like never before

 

EVA CASSIDY 

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The Owl and The Pussy-cat
 

the Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

    in a beautiful pea green boat,

they took some honey, and plenty of money,

    wrapped up in a five pound note;

the Owl looked up to the stars above,

    and sang to a small guitar,

'o lovely Pussy! o Pussy my love,

      what a beautiful Pussy you are,

          you are, you are!

what a beautiful Pussy you are!'

 

Pussy said to the Owl, 'you elegant fowl!

    how charmingly sweet you sing!

o let us be married! too long we have tarried:

    but what shall we do for a ring?'

they sailed away, for a year and a day,

    to the land where the Bong-tree grows

and there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

    with a ring at the end of his nose,

          his nose, his nose,

with a ring at the end of his nose

 

 

'dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling your ring?' said the Piggy, 'I will' so they took it away, and were married next day by the Turkey who lives on the hill; they dined on mince, and slices of quince, which they ate with a runcible spoon and hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, they danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon, they danced by the light of the moon Edward Lear

an old song for a new day

perhaps I had a wicked childhood, perhaps I had a miserable youth
but somewhere in my wicked, miserable past, there must have been a moment of truth. . .

for here you are, standing there, loving me, whether or not you should

so somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good

 nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could
 so somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good

 

for here you are, standing there, loving me, whether or not you should
 so somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good

 

Maria and The Captain