Abschied ist ein scharfes SchwertAbschied ist ein scharfes Schwert, das oft so tief ins Herz Dir fährt.
Du bist getroffen und kannst Dich nicht wehren,
Worte sind sinnlos, Du willst sie nicht hören,
Weil, einmal geht auch die schönste Zeit vorbei, ooh.
Stunden der Liebe, Du hast sie besessen, Stunden so zärtlich, Du musst sie vergessen,
Denn das Leben geht ja weiter.
Abschied ist ein scharfes Schwert, das oft so tief ins Herz Dir fährt.
AlbanyRoger Whittaker – Albany
Songwriters: Nick Munro, Roger Whittaker
Albany, that once stood high over Norton Green,
Albany, whose mighty walls the people sheltered under,
Albany, proud symbol set in the Highlands free
(This is Gordon McKenzie's story)
All of my LifeThe stark of grass tasts sweet upon my tongue
the tiny bird above begins to scold me
I stretch my toes up to the morning sun
and dreamed your arms of golden brown
will always hold me
All of my life I will thank the good Lord
that I've found you
Big Rock Candy MountainOh, the buzzin' of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain.
On a summer's day, in the month of May
A billy-bum come hikin'
Down a shady lane near the sugar cane
Lass mich bei Dir seinRegen und Wind. Regen und Wind.
Und die Gedanken wandern.
Einsamer Tag, nutzloser Tag.
Liebst du wohl einen andern.
Kein Brief, kein Telefon -
Wie lange warte ich schon?
Lass mich bei dir sein.
Ich brauche endlich wieder Sonnenschein.
Mammy BlueOh, Mammy... Oh, Mammy, Mammy Blue...
Oh, Mammy Blue...
Oh, Mammy... Oh, Mammy, Mammy Blue...
Oh, Mammy Blue...
I may be your forgotten son
who wandered off at twenty-one.
It's sad to find myself at home
New World In The MorningNew World In The Morning
The song by Roger Whittaker
Everybody talks about a new world in the morning.
A new world in the morning so they say.
I, myself don't talk about a new world in the morning.
A new world in the morning, that's today.
No Blade Of GrassNo Blade of Grass
The song by Roger Whittaker
No blade of grass grows,
And birds sing no more.
No joy or laughter where waves wash ashore.
Gone are the answers,
Lost or we will have won.
Pretty BirdIn the days of springs
they find their wings
In the day that springs
the pretty bird sings
So fly my pretty bird
fly my pretty bird
fly my pretty bird - go
River LadyRoger Whittaker – River Lady
Songwriters: Greg C. Adams / Roger Whittaker
The day the river freezes
Is the day it won't seem fair
'Cause they'll come to get the River Lady
And I don't think they'll care
Streets of LondonHave you seen the old man in the closed down market,
Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely by his side
Yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And say for you that the sun don't shine
Let me take you by the hand
Sunrise Sunset( Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset . . . )
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older,
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
The First HelloRoger Whittaker – The First Hello, The Last Goodbye
Songwriters: Gardew Robinson / Roger Whittaker
They say when you gain a lover
You begin to lose a friend
That the end of the beginning's
The beginning of the end
They say the moment that you're born
The Last FarewellRoger Whittaker – The Last Farewell
Songwriters: Ronald Arthur Webster / Roger Whittaker
There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old England she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
The Twelve Days Of ChristmasOn the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
Wenn es dich noch gibtWenn es dich noch gibt,
sag' wo ich dich finde,
ich muß dich wiedersehn',
suche dich überall.
Wenn es dich noch gibt,
gib mir eine Chance,
es war doch schön mit uns,
What Love IsLove is a morning sunrise
Love is the rain that falls
Love is an evening sunset
A stranger who calls
Love is an april shower
The warmth of a summer day
Love is the hidden sunshine
WhyRoger Whittaker – Why
Songwriters: Joan Georgiana Stanton / Roger Whittaker
Something is going wrong
With the singer and the song
And the music isn't gentle anymore.
There's a mist across the moon