Just an old song.. I feel like singing.. :o)

"There's a Kind of hush….

all over the world tonight…..all over the world just like lovers in love….

o/~ all over the world.. oh yeah… all over the world…
la la la la laaaaaa la la la la la

Bahahahahaa

GMTA!!!!!!! totally awesome singing BD!!

fyi: gmta = great minds think alike

ahhh 1976 all over again!…

There's a kind of hush
all over the world tonight
All over the world
you can hear the sounds of lovers in love
You know what I mean

Just the two of us
and nobody else in sight
There's nobody else and I'm feeling good
Just holding you tight

So listen very carefully
Closer now and you will see what I mean
It isn't a dream

The only sound that you will hear
Is when I whisper in your ear I love you
For ever and ever

Hrm.. The Carpenters (1970) version? or Herman Hermits (1960's)

Fly me to the moon….

Friend sang this in school for about a week, sounding just like Sinatra.

well.. my turn:

If you're happy and you know it….

If you're happy and ya know it Give me a hit give me a hit If you're happy and ya know it give me a hit! If you're happy and you know then my score is going to show it if you're happy and you know it give me a hit! :o)

Hey… anybody old enough to remember <a href=http://www.rodmckuen.com/index.htm target=_new>Rod McKuen</a>?

Fell in love with his song "Rose" many years ago. If anyone ever finds the MP3, I want it BAD!

Rose

I married Rose in Twenty-One
we got a little farm
the first year out
the barn burned down
I broke my good right arm.

From then on in things got bad
I guess they could have been worse
but seeing Rose in rags all day
made me wanna curse.

That’s okay Rose‘d say
don’t you worry none
we’ll have good times by and by
next fall when the works all done.

I watched her hands grow rough and red
from pickin' in the fields
putting up in Mason Jars
what little crops they’d yield.

I’d find what jobs there were in town
most times there were none
but Rose‘d still have supper a waitin'
at night when the day was done.

That’s okay Rose‘d say
don’t you worry none
we’ll have good times by and by
next fall when the works all done.

Our first-born had a face like Rose
and I guess a temper like mine
she’d sleep all day and cry all night
but she grew up and married fine.

Our only son went off to fight
in Nineteen Forty and Four
a year went by and a telegram said
he ain’t comin' home no more.

One winter night in Fifty Nine
Rose took a terrible chill
she went to sleep and she didn’t wake up
I guess she’s sleeping still.

But sometimes when the wind is singing
high up in the Chinaberry tree
it seems it not the wind at all
but Rose singing to me.

That’s okay Rose‘d say
don’t you worry none
we’ll have good times by and by
next fall when the works all done.

That’s okay Rose‘d say
don’t you worry none
we’ll have good times by and by
next fall when the works all done.