Come In, Out From The Cold. Take Off Your Coat, Brush Off The Snow. Leave All Your Bags Outside The Door. You Wont Need Them With Me Anymore. . Skin, I Want To Get Down To Your Skin.
Sweet little Jesus boy. They made you be born in a manger. Sweet little holy child. Didn't know who you was. Didn't know you'd come to save us Lord. To take our sins away.
Surely I'm still on your mind just a little bit. Surely there's a mem'ry that you can't forget. How can a love so strong suddenly just fade and die. There must be a reason why darling surely.
A million violins could never sound sweeter than your name. Hold me close and tell me baby tell me you're not a dream. A wind of love has picked me up and span me around in a whirl.
I wish that I could find the way to make my yesterdays. Pack up and find themselves another home. I don't like to live with everything that's gone. When my lovin' lost its flavor and you wanted sweeter wine.
[ Both ]. Sunday Sunday Sunday morning a new week starts and the old one ends. On Sunday Sunday Sunday morning. Start the day out right with your family and your friends.
Sometimes when I'm alone at night my heart and mind are tuned just right. From out of somewhere comes a light the sun shines down on me. Sometimes when walking no matter where I can feel his presence just in the air.
The street where the lonely walk is calling to me. The street where the glory is is pretty to see. But there on the other side where sorrow can hide. Jesus is calling me and there I'll abide.
Strange I keep loving you why can't I forget. Strange I keep wanting you needing you and yet. You only bring heartaches strange but when you call. With open arms I take you back that's the strangest thing of all.
[ Both ]. Stand beside me stand beside me you're the only one who ever made me care. [ Connie ]. I can't stand to think that I might be alone. No alone again like the way it was back then.
We march to the sound of different drums. For we both want different things from life. You don't care to discuss anything serious. While I want to have your children and to be your wife.
SOUL SONG. (Billy Sherrill - Norro Wilson - George Richey). '72 Algee Music. . Mhm mhm mhm. You're my soul song my everything-that-I-do song. My pick-me-up-when-I'm-blue song that's why I sing all the time.
[ Connie ]. There's something pretty in a summer rainbow there not just colors anymore. [ Nat ]. And there's something pretty in the way the stars flow something I never saw before.
SOMEONE TO GIVE MY LOVE TO. (Jerry Foster - Bill Rice). '72 Jack & Bill Music. . Well I could search from now to the end of the time never find another you.
SOFTLY AND TENDERLY. (Will L. Thompson). '49 Bayshore Music. . Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling calling for you and for me. See on the portal he's waiting and watching watching for you and for me.
SO SAD (TO WATCH GOOD LOVE GO BAD). Writer Don Everly. . We used to have good times together. But now I feel them slip away. It makes me cry to see love die.
SMOOTH SAILIN'. Writers Curly Putman, Sonny Throckmorton. . We've got smooth sailing, sailing. Looks like ev'ry drop of rain is gone, gone, gone. Smooth sailing, sailing.
Slowly I'm falling more in love with you. Slowly you're winning a heart that can be true. I can't hide my feelings no matter what I'd do. Cause slowly I'm falling more in love with you.
The sense to see and I saw you walk away the sense to feel I feel lonely everyday. The sense to hear for I heard you say goodbye. The sense to taste now I taste the tears I cry.
The bluer skies you've never seen than in Seattle. And the hills're greenest green in Seattle. Like a beautiful child growing up being wild. Full of hopes and full of fears full of laughter full of tears.