With A Song In My Heart

With a song in my heart
I behold your adorable face
Just a song at the start
But it soon is a hymn to your grace

When the music swells,
I'm touching your hand
It tells that you're standing near
And at the sound of your voice
Heaven opens his portals to me

Can I help but rejoice
That a song such as ours came to be?
But I always knew
I would live life through, with a song in my heart for you
Now to tell you the truth that's exactly what happened
Just the other night when this lady started
She was slappin' the cakes on me
She was slappin' the cakes on me

It's Easy To Remember

Your sweet expression
The smile you gave me
The way you looked when we met

It's easy to remember
So hard to forget

I hear you whisper
I always love you
I know it's over and yet

It's easy to remember
But, oh, so hard to forget

So I must dream
To have your hand caress me
Fingers press me tight

I'd rather dream
Than have that lonely feeling
Stealing through the night

Each little moment
Is clear before me
And though it brings me regret

It's easy to remember
But so hard to forget

Each little moment
Is clear before me
And though it brings me regret

It's easy to remember
And so hard to forget

Nobody's Heart

Nobody's heart belongs to me
Hiegh ho, who cares
Nobody writes his songs to me
No one belongs to me

That's the least of my cares

I may be sad at times
And disinclined to play
But it's not bad at times
To go your own sweet way

Nobody's arms belong to me
No arms feel strong to me
I admire the moon as a moon, just a moon
Nobody's heart belongs to me today

I may be sad at times
And disinclined to play
But it's not bad at times
To go your own sweet way

Nobody's arms belong to me
No arms feel strong to me
I admire the moon as a moon, just a moon
Nobody's heart belongs to me today
Now to tell you the truth that's exactly what happened
Just the other night when this lady started
She was slappin' the cakes on me
She was slappin' the cakes on me

Happy Talk

Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?

Talk about the moon floatin' in the sky
Lookin' at a lily on the lake;
Talk about a bird learnin' how to fly.
Makin' all the music he can make.

Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?

Talk about the sparrow lookin' like a toy
Pickin' through the broaches of a tree;
Talk about the girl, talk about the boy
Countin' all the ripples on the sea.

Talk about the boy sayin' to the girl:
Golly, baby, I'm a lucky cause.
Talk about the girl sayin' to the boy:
You an' me is lucky to be us!

Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream
How you gonna have a dream come true?

If you don't talk happy,
And you never have dream,
Then you'll never have a dream come true!

Now to tell you the truth that's exactly what happened
Just the other night when this lady started
She was slappin' the cakes on me
She was slappin' the cakes on me

The Lady Is A Tramp

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theater and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, and it's okay
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

She loves that cool, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's okay
Hates California, it's so cold and so damp
That's why the lady
That's why the lady
That's why the lady is a tramp

You've Got To Be Carefully Taught

You've Got To Be Carefully Taught
You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.
Carefully taught.
Carefully taught.

You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a different shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!
You've got to be carefully taught.
Carefully taught.
Carefully taught.
Carefully taught.
Carefully taught.
Carefully taught.
Now to tell you the truth that's exactly what happened
Just the other night when this lady started
She was slappin' the cakes on me
She was slappin' the cakes on me