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Category:Lyrics from the Fifties - Artist:Abba- Contributor:Webmaster

Another Town, Another Train by Abba

Another town, another train
Björn Day is dawning and I must go
You're asleep, but still I'm sure you'll know
Why it had to end this way
You and I had a groovy time
But I told you, somewhere down the line
You would have to find me gone
I just have to move along
Agnetha, Frida, Björn Just another town, another train
Waiting in the morning rain
Lord, just give my restless soul a little patience
Just another town, another train
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Guess I will spend my life in railway stations
Guess I will spend my life in railway stations
Björn When you wake, I know you'll cry
And the words I wrote to say goodbye
They won't comfort you at all
But in time you will understand
That the dreams we dreamt were made of sand
For a no good bum like me
To live is to be free
Agnetha, Frida, Björn Just another town, another train
Waiting in the morning rain
Lord, just give my restless soul a little patience
Just another town, another train
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Guess I will spend my life in railway stations
Guess I will spend my life in railway stations
Just another town, another train
Waiting in the morning rain
Lord, just give my restless soul a little patience
Just another town, another train
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Guess I will spend my life in railway stations
Guess I will spend my life in railway stations

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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!"