Combien - De- Fois
Time and again I hear your voice,
Time and again I have the choice,
To sit and dream of you and I,
To remember; don't have to try.
Once in a while, feel deep sorrow,
Knowing I won't see you next tomorrow.
Once in a while, take a deep breath.
I didn't know I had such wealth.
"Combien De Fois? "Combien De Fois?"
I wonder always where you are?
Behind some cloud, trailing in the breeze,
Hiding amongst raindrops, caressing the trees
This constant searching for you,
Keeps me busy, and the whole time through,
I gaze at that far away star
"Combien De Foise?" "Combien De Foise?"
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Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe
Chocolates, gum drops; Licorice sticks
Upon the top shelf away; from the kids
Bubble gum near the; cash desk
Its the colours invite you; so picturesque
Then the big glass bowls; with nickle plated lids
The colours of the different sweets, makes them wild,
All the kids
Toffees you can't eat; 'cos of the fillings in your teeth
Buy some marshmallows to eat; the new moon beneath
The chocolates wrapped up in ; different colour tin foil paper
You choose for the colour; you know what you prefer
Hard centres or creamy ones; but the nuts are good too
Have you noticed the people who work in the shop; all they do
They don't rush you, say hurry up; there is always a smile
They don't hover or stand over you; so very servile
Yet there are people that go straight; to their favourite one
But others have to see, smell; they have to be shown
Suddenly you decide -- You'll get a pound or two
Then you see the price; that is handed to you?
As we all love chocolates; so much
The price goes up higher; becomes such
An exorbitant price; a bit high for you and me
I'll have to wait till someone; loves me
To bring me boxes and boxes; all for free
But I bet I find someone who loves flowers; don't you see?
How can I say "Bring Chocolates; instead"
I'll just have to save to buy my own chocolates; instead
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Sound of Songs
I'd rather have a tender word
Than any golden ring
I'd rather hear the sound of songs
Than always have to sing
Stretch out to me a willing hand
You'll not hear me complain
Buy me a bunch of lollypops
I'll walk through heavy rain
A gesture, no matter just how small
Is worth to me a treasure
Give me kind words, a look; A smile
All that, you just don't measure
If you can't give of yourself to me
Just get me an old tabby cat
I'll pour out all my love on it
And tip to you my hat
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