Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

Underneath the spreading chestnut tree,
There she said she’d marry me,
Now you ought to see our family,
‘Neath the spreading chestnut tree.

 

When we get married, happy we'll be
Under the bamboo
Under the bamboo tree

 

A gentleman's got a walking stick,
A seaman's got a gaff.
And the merry men of Robin Hood,
They used a quarterstaff.
On the Spanish plains inside their canes,
They hide their ruddy swords.
But we make do with an old bamboo,
And everyone applauds!

 

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while

And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say, "Man, what are you doin' here?"

 

Do they play country music in Heaven?
Are there still four square beats to a bar?
Can I find a backing group amongst the angels?
Can I swap my plucking harp for a guitar?

 

I'll fly away, oh glory
I'll fly away
When I die
Hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away

 

Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away,
If you can use some exotic booze,
There's a bar in far Bombay,
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away.

 

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me

 

My bonnie lies over the ocean,
My bonnie lies over the sea.
My bonnie lies over the ocean,
Oh bring back my bonnie to me.

 

Bali Ha'i will whisper on the wind of the sea
Here am I, your special island
Come to me, come to me

 

I have dreams like you, no really,
Just much less touchy-feely,
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny,
On an island that I own,
Tanned and rested and alone,
Surrounded by enormous piles of money.

 

I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair
Born like a vapor on the summer air
I see her tripping where the bright streams play
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour,
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er

 

I know you I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

 

I dreamed that in the fields one day,
The corn gave me a sign,
Your eleven sheaves of corn,
All turned and bowed to mine,
My sheaf was was quite a sight to see,
A golden sheaf and tall,
Yours were green and second-rate,
And really rather small.

 

The corn is as high
As an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing
Clear up to the sky

 

Son of man, look to the sky,
Lift your spirit, set it free,
Some day you'll walk tall with pride,
Son of man, a man in time you'll be.

 

Now, they never reopened that worthless pit
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that stand
At the bottom of this mine lies a big, big man

 

Bilbo, Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins,
Only three feet tall,
Bilbo, Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins,
The bravest little hobbit of them all!

 

Picture yourself... in a boat... on a river
With tangerine trees... and marmalade... skies...

 

Ol' man river,
That ol' man river,
He don't say nothing
But he must know something,
Cause he just keeps rolling,
He keeps rolling along.

 

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Away, you rolling river
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, I'm bound away, cross the wide Missouri.

 

Hot-headed Bugsy makes his mind up,
Don't mess with Bugsy or you'll wind up,
Wishing you'd left well enough alone,
He's a man, a mountain,
He's a rolling stone.

And will he leave you,
Sad and lonely, crying?
I couldn't say, but it's known,
That everybody wants that man,
Bugsy Malone.

 

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Just like a rolling stone?

 

We glide,
Far below the rolling tide,
Serene,
Through the bubbly blue and green.

 

So we sailed until we found
A sky of blue, and sea of green
And we live a live of ease
In our yellow submarine