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You Give Me Something by James Morrison

You only stay with me in the morning,
You only hold me when I sleep.
I was meant to tread the water
But now I've gotten in too deep.
For every piece of me that wants you,
Another piece backs away.

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared alright.
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try.
Please give me something,
'Cause someday I might know my heart.

You only waited up for hours
Just to spend a little time alone with me.
And I can say I've never bought you flowers;
I can't work out what they mean.
I never thought that I'd love someone;
That was someone else's dream.

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared alright.
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try.
Please give me something,
'Cause someday I might call you from my heart.

But it might be a second too late,
And the words that I could never say
Are gonna come out anyway.

'Cause you give me something
That makes me scared alright.
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try.
Please give me something,
'Cause someday I might know my heart.

I heard this on Class 95 fm one night when I was trying to do work. Rather nice lyrics, don't you think.

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I love this song!

What Sweeter Music
Music by John Rutter, words by Robert Herrick

What sweeter music can we bring
Than a carol, for to sing
The birth of this our heav'nly King?
Awake the voice! Awake the string!

Dark and dull night, fly hence away,
And give the honour to this day
That sees December turn'd to May,
That sees December turn'd to May.

Why does the chilling winter's morn
Smile, like a field beset with corn?
Or smell like a meadow newly shorn

Thus on the sudden? Come and see
The cause, why things thus fragrant be:

'Tis he is born, whose quick'ning birth
Gives life and lustre, public mirth,
To heaven and the underearth.

We see him come, and know him ours,
Who, with his sunshine and his show'rs,
Turns the patient ground to flow'rs,
Turns all the patient ground to flow'rs.

The darling of the world is come,
And fit it is, we find a room
To welcome him, to welcome him.

The nobler part of all the house here, is the heart,
Which we will give him; and bequeath
This holly, and this ivy wreath,
To do him honour; who's our King,
And Lord of all this revelling.

What sweeter music can we bring
Than a carol, for to sing
The birth of this our heav'nly King,
the birth of this our heavenly King.

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Ever heard of this song?

Que Sera, Sera

When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, "What will I be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me.

"Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que Sera, Sera.
What will be, will be."

When I was just a kid in school,
I asked my teacher, "What will I be?
Will I be teaching? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me.

"Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que Sera, Sera.
What will be, will be."

The kid, the mom, and the teacher all have strange mentalities.

The kid seems to be obsessed with being pretty and rich. Did no one ever tell her that beauty is skin-deep, and that she should care more about her exam results than how she looks?
Okay, maybe looks will get her places. If she wants to be a model or an artiste. But she wants to be a teacher! So she what, intends to charm the students into listening to her with her beauty? Or perhaps looking pretty will make her students pay attention, especially the male students.

And the two adults sound so typically submissive. "Whatever will be, will be"? What happened to taking things into our own hands? What happened to working hard to get what you want?

'Tis a screwed-up world.

Okay, I'm just ranting rubbish. Don't mind me. Hahah.

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Give Me Your Hand

Give me your hand, and I will follow
wherever you would have me go.
Give me your sign, and I will go quickly
for your sweet fellowship to know.

As night follows day, as rainbow follows rain,
your love to me is sweet as nectar.
And I to you shall love the same.

Give me your path, and I shall not falter
nor linger when I hear your call.
Give me your love, and give it me always,
and I shall ever love you more.

As night follows day, as rainbow follows rain,
your love to me is sweet as nectar.
And I to you shall love the same.

Such a beautiful song.