Peter Maurice Selection No4 1936

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 11 May 2004

You've got to give a little,
take a little,
and let your poor heart break a little,
that's the story of,
that's the glory of love.
You've got to laugh a little,
cry a little,
before the clouds roll by a little,
that's the story of,
that's the glory of love.
As long as there's the two of us,
we've got the world and all its charms,
and when the world is thro' with us,
we've got each other's arms,
You've got to win a little,
lose a little,
and always have the blues a little,
that's the story of,
that's the glory of love.

She was sweet sixteen, little Angeline,
always dancing on the village green,
as the boys passed by,
you could hear them cry:
"Poor Little Angeline."
Oh, her eyes were brown
and her hair hung down,
Laddered stockings and an old blue gown.
But she dreamed we're told
of a lover bold,
Poor Little Angeline.
Then one day her Prince came a riding,
and he stopped right by her side.
Very soon she heard him confiding:
"I want to make you my bride."
What a pretty scene on the village green,
when the Prince was to wed Angeline,
now as his Princess,
she's a great success,
Poor Little Angeline.

She used to loved me,
until I took her to a dance,
she used to love me,
but now I've lost my big romance,
she was a good girl,
and I can never understand,
Why did she fall for
The Leader of the Band?

She fell completely,
she had to have his autograph,
and very sweetly
she handed me the horses laugh,
she was a good girl,
and I can never understand,
Why did she fall for
The Leader of the Band?

She said: "Wait for me,"
I lit a cigarette,
If I'd waited there,
I'd have been waiting yet!
I'm broken hearted,
now music only makes me wince,
we never parted,
because I've never seen her since,
she was a good girl,
and I could never understand,
Why did she fall for
The Leader of the Band?

Misty Islands of the Highlands,
that's where this heart of mine
for ever longs to be,
Misty Islands of the Highlands,
Homeland of mem'ries
where the heather meets the sea.
White crofter's cabin
that beckons from the glen;
sweet voice that's singing:
"Will ye no come back again?"
Misty Islands, of the Highlands,
that's where this heart of mine
for ever longs to be.

I'm a ridin' down the sunset trail,
'cos it's gettin' near the time for round up,
I'm a dreamin' as I go,
of a gal I used to know,
ridin' down the sunset trail.
Ev'ry mile along the sunset trail
brings me nearer to familiar faces,
I'm a singin' all the way:
"It's a lovely day today."
Ridin' down the sunset trail.
Hey! old Snowball,
Gallop along, gallop along,
why did we roam?
Hey! old Snow ball,
gallop along, gallop along,
follow your nose for home,
I'm a ridin' down the Sunset Trail.
'cos it's gettin' near the time for round up,
I'm a dreamin' as I go,
of a gal I used to know,
ridin' down the sunset trail.

At the Café Continental
like a fool I fell in love.
it was all so accidental,
picking up a lady's glove.
I had eyes but for her only,
as we sipped a glass of wine,
and I told her I was lonely
so she slipped her hand in mine.
She arranged to meet me later
but we've never met since then,
maybe in some other café,
she dropped her glove again,
now I'm blue and sentimental
for my heart is not my own,
at the café Continental,
ev'ry night I sit alone.

There's a new world free from sorrow,
free from worry 'bout tomorrow,
we'll be singin'
when we're startin'
no more partin' in this new world.
There's a new world full of gladness,
in this new world no more sadness,
ev'ry Mammy ev'ry Pappy
will be happy in this new world.
No pickin' cotton, no plantin' corn,
no more taters to hoe.
Blues all forgotten,
from night to morn
watchin' the green pastures grow.
There's a new world
where there's chicken
water melons for the pickin'
golden slippers for your stampin'
when you're campin' in this new world.

Free, ev'rything we want in life is free,
things we couldn't buy with L.S.D.
Someone put them there for you and me.
Free, who would pay to hear a symphony?
Listen to the song birds in the tree.
Song birds sing a lovely melody.
We've got the arches and the alleys
to shelter us from winter's cold.
We've got the green hills and the valleys,
when summer is spreading her gold.
And it's Free,
no one could be luckier than we,
Nature hasn't got a lock or key,
Isn't that the way it ought to be?

OKay for sound.
When the sounds you like to hear,
come a tricklin' thro' your ear,
now don't say:
"That sounds OKay,"
say: "OKay for sound."
"OKay for sound."
When you hear the bacon sizz,
or the sound of soda fizz,
now don't say:
"That sounds OKay,
Say: "OKay for sound."
In the poppin' of a champagne cork,
in the ringing of the wedding bells,
in the crackle of a five pound note,
Each little sound is sweetest music.
OKay for sound.
When you hear: "The Fav'rite wins,"
when the doctor says: "It's twins,"
now don't say: "That sounds OKay,"
Say: "OKay for sound."

Saddle your blues to a wild mustang,
and gallop your trouble away,
away, away, away.
Lopin' along with a cowboy song,
you'll fill up on sunshine all day,
all day, all day.
No worry worries you
while you've got the drop,
keep ridin' high and wide
and don't ever stop.
Those stubborn dogies
need a strong, steady hand,
Yip 'em up, round 'em up,
trip 'em up, tie 'em up,
use your brand.
Saddle your blues to a wild mustang,
and gallop your troubles away,
away, away, away, away.

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Peter Maurice Selection No4 1936
© MCMXXXVI by The Peter Maurice Mus.Co.Ltd.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 11 May 2004 at 11.44
in association with Doug Grierson
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Peter Maurice Selection No. 4 - 1936 - Intro
The Glory Of Love - (Hill)
Poor Little Angeline - (Kennedy & Carr)
Why Did She Fall For The Leader Of The Band - (Kennedy & Carr)
Misty Island Of The Highlands - (Kennedy & Carr)
The Sunset Trail - (Kennedy & Carr)
At The Café Continental - (Kennedy & Grosz)
There's A Whole New World- (Kennedy & Carr)
Free - (Kennedy & Carr)
O-Kay For Sound - (Kennedy & Carr)
Saddle Your Blues To A Wild Mustang - (Whiting, Bernier & Haid)