Lyrics to some favorite tunes. Resource made available for the convenience of anyone who sings.

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Corcovado

Quiet nights of quiet stars
Quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us

Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams
Quiet walks by quiet streams
And the view outside the window
Of Corcovado, O how lovely

This is where I want to be
Holding you so close to me
Til the final flicker of life's ember

I who was lost and lonely
Believing life was only
A bitter tragic joke have found with you
The meaning of existence O my love
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Once I loved

Once I loved
And I gave so much love to this love
It was the world to me

Once I cried
At the thought I was foolish and proud
And let you say goodbye

Then one day
From my infinite sadness you came
And let me love again

Now I know
That no matter whatever befalls
I'll never let you go
I will hold you close
Night and day

Because love is the saddest thing
When if goes away
Love is the saddest thing
When it goes away

~solo~

I will hold you close
Make you stay

Because love is the saddest thing
When if goes away
Love is the saddest thing
When it goes away
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It Might As Well Be Spring

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I have spring fever
But I know it isn't spring

I'm as starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Why should I have spring fever
When I know it isn't spring

I keep wishing I was somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a rosebud or a crocus
Or a robin on the wing

But I feel so gay
In a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
O that it might as well be spring
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How Insensitive

How insensitive I must have seemed
When she told me that she loved me
How unmoved and cold I must have seemed
when she told me so sincerely

Why, she must have asked
Did I just turn and stare in icy silence
What was I to do, what can you do
When a love affair is over

Now she's gone away and I'm alone
With the memory of her last look
Vague and drawn and sad, I see it still
All the heartbreak in that last look

Why, she must haved asked,
Did I just turn and stare in icy silence
What was I to do, what can you do
When a love affair is over
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Brazil

Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured someday soon.
We kissed, and clung together.

Then tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say

Now when twilight dims the skies above
Rememb'ring thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of

Return I will
To old Brazil
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Night and Day

Like the beat beat beat of the tom-toms
When the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock
As it stands against the wall

Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower's through
So a voice within me keeps repeating you you you

Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon and under the sun
Whether near to me or far, it's no matter darling where you are
I think of you night and day

Day and night, why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic's boom,
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you night and day

Night and day, under the hid of me
There's an O such a hungry yearning burning inside of me
And this torment won't be through
Till you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day

The Visit