Heimilisritið - 01.07.1957, Blaðsíða 34

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WAYWARD WIND
SungiS af Gogi Grant á London HL-B
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The wayward wind ís a restless wind
The restless wind that yearns to wander.
And he was born the next of kin.
The next of kin to the wayward wind.
In a lonely shack by a railroad track
Hc spent his younger days.
And I guess tlre sound of the outward
bound
Made him a slave to his wandering
ways.
And the wayward wind o. s. frv.
Oh, I met him there in a border town.
He wowed he'd never part.
Though he tried his best to settle down,
I’m now alone with a broken heart.
And tlie wayward wind o. s. fr.
THE GREAT PRETENDER.
Sungið af Jimmy Parkinson
á Col. DB 3772
Oh, yes I’m the great pretender,
Pretending I’m doing well.
My need is such I pretend too much.
I’m Ionely but no-one can tell.
Oh, yes I’m tlie great pretender,
A-drift in a world of my own.
I played the game, but to my real sliame
I’m left here to dream all alone.
Too real is this feeling of make belive.
Too real when I feel what my heart can’t
conceal.
Oh, yes I’m the great pretender,
Just laughing and gay like a clown.
I seem to be, but I’m not you see.
I’m wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you’re still around.
BLUEBERRY HILL
Sungið af Lous Armstrong
I found my thrill
On Blueberry Hill.
On Blueberry Hill.
When I found you
The moon stood still
On Blueberry Hill.
On Blueberry Hill.
You made my dreams come true.
The wind in the willowtrees
Loves sweet melodies.
For all the wows we made
Were not to be.
Though we’re apart
I’d follow you still,
’Cause you were my dirill
On Blueberry Hill.
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