Jazzblaðið - 01.12.1950, Blaðsíða 21

MY CHRISTMAS WISH
Children singing carols in the falling snow,
old folks reminiscing in the fire light glow,
happy lovers kissing ’neath the mistle roe
that’s my Christmas wish to you.
Laughter from toboggans rushing down the hill,
serenade of robbins on a window shill,
church bells softly ringing when the night is
that’s my Christmas wish to vou, | still,
a prayer for ev’ry absent friend.
no matter wher they roam,
may heaven bless the road they wend,
and send then safely home.
Windows fill’d with magic in the crowded
stores,
Christmas trees the candle ligth and Santa
Clause.
May these happy blessing come to you and you,
that’s my Christmas wish to you.
SILVER DOLLAR
You can throw a Silver dollar down upon the
and it will roll, because it’s round | ground
A woman never knows what a good man she’s
until she turns him down, | got
so listen my honey, listen to me
I want you to understand
that a silver dollar goes from hand to liand
like a woman goes from man to man.
A woman goes from man to man.
A man without a woman is like a ship without
a sail,
a boat without a rudder is like a fish without
a tail,
a man without a woman is like a wreck upon
a sand,
There’s only one thing worse in the universe
that’s a woman without a man,
a woman without a man.
You can throw a Silver dollar o. s frv
GYPSY LULLABY
As I sit here alone in my reverie,
with a sigh I recapture the bliss,
of that evening we danced to a melody
the echo of one stolen kiss.
I can still hear that Gypsy Lullaby,
they were playing that evening in Spain,
while we danced to that old Gypsy Lullaby,
’neath the spell of that haunting refrain.
Ev’ry other dream that I've had
faded out of sigh,
I was sure that love came to me
on that lovely night,
while guitars played that Gypsy Lullaby,
weaving dreams that could never come true;
Someone else held your heart but that lullaby,
will forever remind me of you!
I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU
Are the stars out tonight,
I don’t know if it’s cloud or bright,
’cause I only have eyes for you, dear.
The moon may be high,
but I can’t see a thing in the sky,
’cause I only have eyes for you.
I don’t know if we’re in a garden,
or on a crowded avenue.
You are here, so am I,
maybe millions of people go by,
but they all disappear from view,
and I only have eyes for you.
GLOOMY SUNDAY
(birt samkvæmt ósk).
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberess
Near is the shadow, I live with the numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coats of sorrow have
taken you.
Angeles have no thougt of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I started charming you
Gloomy Sunday.
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