Fun ITT we post random song lyrics out of context

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then?
Poor thing.
He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.

 

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change
Come what may

 

Come as you were

 

Come dancing
All her boyfriends used to come and call
Why not come dancing, it's only natural

 

I danced in the morning when the world was begun,
And I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun,
And I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth,
At Bethlehem I had my birth.

Dance, then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be,
And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said he.

 

Ah we can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind
Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well they're are no friends of mine

 

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog,
Cryin' all the time,
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog,
Cryin' all the time,
Well, you ain't never caught no rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine.

 

Cry-y-y-ying
Over you
Yes, now you're gone
And from this moment on
I'll be crying
Crying
Crying

 

Souls in the wind,
Must learn how to bend,
Seek out a star,
Hold on to the end,
Valley, mountain,
There is a fountain,
Washes our tears all away.

 

All we are is dust in the wind

 

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

 

Fun, fun, fun
In the sun, sun, sun

 

Up on the shore they work all day,
Out in the sun they slave away,
While we devotin',
Full time to floatin',
Under the sea.

 

Working all day in my daddy's garage
Driving all night chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge

The dogs on Main Street howl
'Cause they understand
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man
And I believe in a promised land

 

Working all day,
For a pittance of pay,
Then blow it all on Saturday night,
And you kiss the dames,
But you don't ask their names,
That's livin' alright.
(That's livin' alright)

 

That ain't workin
That's the way you do it
Play your guitar on the MTV
Money for nothin and your chicks for free

 

"Come inside now," said Peter, "and rest you.
Change out of them dirty old things.
Try these breeches of snowy white buckskin
And a waistcoat with slits for your wings.
Yes, you can play your music in Heaven—
And your guitar is safe in your hands.
There is no room in Hell for a singer
'Cos it's too full of rock-and-roll bands."

So he played country music in Heaven,
And there were four square beats to the bar,
And he found a backing group among the angels,
And he swapped his plucking harp for a guitar.

 

If you're gonna play in Texas
You gotta have a fiddle in the band
That lead guitar is hot
But not for a Louisiana man

 

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens,
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.

 

Good night, Irene
Good night, Irene
I'll see you in my dreams

 

Goodnight, ladies!
Goodnight, ladies!
Goodnight, ladies!
We're going to leave you now.

 

Good night, sweetheart
Well it's time to go
We hate to leave you but I really must say
Good night, sweetheart
Good night

 

One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

 

Now in the moonlight
A man could sing it
And a fellow would know that his darling
Had heard every word of his song
With the moonlight helping along

 

In a cavern, In a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.

Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.