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| Bonaparte's Retreat | |
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[Words and music by Pee Wee King and Redd Stewart] Met the man I love In a town way down in Dixie 'Neath the stars above He was the sweetest man you ever did see When he held me in his arms And told me of my many charms He kissed me while the fiddles played The Bonaparte's Retreat All the world was bright When he held me on that night And I heard him say "Please don't ever go away" When he held me in his arms And told me of my many charms He kissed me while the fiddles played The Bonaparte's Retreat ---- Musical Interlude ---- When he held me in his arms And told me of my many charms He kissed me while the fiddles played The Bonaparte's Retreat All the world was bright When he held me on that night And I heard him say "Please don't you go away" He's gone and I admit I knew That I had met my Waterloo I knew that he would say ado With Bonaparte's Retreat Good-bye little boy Good-bye little joy Good-bye little boy So long little joy | |
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| Title:Que Sera, Sera Artist: Doris Day - Contributor:Webmaster | |
| When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me: "Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." When I was just a child in school, I asked my teacher, "What will I try? Should I paint pictures" Should I sing songs?" This was her wise reply: "Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." When I grew up and fell in love. I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead? Will we have rainbows Day after day?" Here's what my sweetheart said: "Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Now I have Children of my own. They ask their mother, "What will I be?" Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?" I tell them tenderly: "Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be. Que Sera, Sera!" | |
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