Heimilisritið - 01.11.1951, Síða 58
Glöm bort att vara ledsen,
Ert leende vi fár gö slut pa all tristessen
Och gliidjen áter stár.
Och nár i morgon bitti váckar-klockan
klinger klar,
Ni sucken spar’ och váran glada sáng
i stállet tar.
Sjung mc och le,
Ty glatt humör vi ge,
Och det ár det som sus en gör.
Vár sáng blir snart en kör.
Om man ár gla’, var enda da,
Sá gár det alltid bra.
Men báttre ár att kunna ge till andra
gládje me’.
Det ár sá látt orn blott man hitter rátt.
Och först som sist ej pá humör har brist.
I denna dag, jag kánner jag, vi skall
fá tag
I melodin, som ár som vin och vitamin.
Man skratter blott,
Ett hjártligt och gott
Ha ha ha ha och följer me
Nár som vi klámmer té.
Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
Ho ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Hi hi hi hi ha ha ha ha ha —
NOW! NOW! NOW!
(Is Tbe Time)
Ev’rybody knows his bus’ness
They know the ins and outs.
I just got word from Cupid
And this is what he shouts.
Now! Now! Now is the time to fall,
fall, fall in love.
Let’s go sit in the park.
Kiss, kiss, kiss in the dark.
Look, look, Iook in my eyes and make,
make me realize that
Now! Now! Now is the time to fall
in love.
Now ya got me fallin’
Can’tcha hear mc callin’,
Now is the time, when Daffodils
are swayin’
Whippoorwills are sayin’,
„Fall jn love.“
Ring around the rosie,
Pocket full of posie,
Out in the park.
Cuddle up a little,
Bill and coo a littlc,
Give me your heart.
When we’re out canoein’,
There’ll be lots of doin’,
Look in my eyes and
Tell me that you love me,
Do your best to make me realize that
Ev’rything is ducky,
Never was so lucky,
Now is the time to fall in love.
COUNT EVERY STAR
How many times do I see your face?
How many times do I feel your
embrace?
Count ev'ry star in the midnight sky,
Count ev’ry rose, ev’ry firefly
For that’s how many times I miss you,
Heaven knows I miss you.
Count ev’ry leaf on a willow tnee,
Count ev’ry wave on a stormy sea,
Count ev’ry star
And darling, when you do,
You’ll know the times I have cried
for you.
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