Golden Years Are Passing By
(Words and Music by Will L. Thompson, 1879)
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Golden years are passing by,
Happy, happy golden years,
Passing on the wings of time,
These happy golden years.
Call them back as they go by,
Sweet their mem'ries are,
Oh, improve them as they fly,
These happy golden years.
Golden years, golden years,
Happy golden years,
Oh, improve them as they fly,
These Happy Golden Years
Pequena casa na campina, com Mr. Edwards dançando
Old Dan Tucker
(Words and Music by Daniel Decatur Emmett, 1843)
Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man,
He washed his face in a frying pan,
He combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died of the toothache in his heel.
Git out the way for old Dan Tucker!
He's too late to git his supper,
Supper's over and the dishes washed,
Nothing left but a piece of squash!
Uma pequena cidade da campina
Rock Me To Sleep
(Words by Florence Percy, Music by William Martin, 1860)
Backward, turn backward,
Oh Time in thy flight,
Make me a child again just for tonight.
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair,
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;
Rock me to sleep, mother,
Rock me to sleep!
O longo inverno
Sweet By And By
(Words by S. Filmore Bennet, Music by J.P. Webster, 1867)
There's a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith we can see it a-far,
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there.
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
Lagoa Prateada
Oft In The Stilly Night
(Words by Thomas Moore, Traditional Scottish Tune, 1815)
Oft in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sweet Mem'ry brings the light
Of other days around me.
The smiles, the tears, of boyhood's years,
The words of love them spoken;
the eyes that shone,
Now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken.
Thus in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain hath bound me,
Sad mem'ry brings the light
Of other days around me.
À beira do Riacho
The Girl I Left Behind Me
(Words Traditional USA, Traditional Irish Tune)
I struck the trail in seventy-two,
The herd strung out behind me;
As I jogged along,
My mind ran back
To the girl I left behind me.
The sweet little girl,
The pretty little girl,
The girl I left behind me,
As I jogged along,
My mind ran back
To the girl I left behind me.
O Jovem fazendeiro
The Star-Spangled Banner
(Words by Francis Scott Key, Music by John Stafford Smith, 1814)
Oh say, can you see,
By the dawn's early light,
What do proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched
Were so gallantly streaming.
And the rocket's red glare,
The bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there.
Oh! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave?
Uma casa na Floresta
Pop! Goes the Weasel
(Words and Music Traditional USA)
A Penny for a spool of thread,
Another for a needle,
That's the way the money goes
Pop! goes the weasel!
All around the cobbler's bench,
The monkey chased the weasel,
The preacher kissed the cobbler's wife,
Pop! Goes the weasel!
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