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If I Sing You A Love Song.

Lyrics: British pop music promoter, group manager and songwriter Ronnie Scott and producer, songwriter and guitar player Steve Wolfe.

Vocals: Welsh singer Ms Sullivan (née Hopkins), known professionally as Ms Bonnie Tyler.

If I Sing You A Love Song.

If I Sing You A Love Song.
If I sing you a love song, will you always remember?
Will you hear it on lonely nights, when I’m not around?
If I sing you a love song, will you hear it forever?
To remind you how much I care and how I needed you.
Love songs last longer than lovers ever do,
So, baby, let me sing a love song for you.
Love songs don’t leave you, but lovers often do,
Oh, baby, I’m afraid it could happen to me and you.
If I sing you a love song, let it always be with you,
When the others have gone away, let it still be there.

Love songs last longer than lovers ever do,
So, baby, let me sing a love song for you.
Love songs don’t leave you, like lovers often do,
Oh, baby, I’m afraid it could happen to me and you.
Oh, oh, oh yea,
Oh, lonely nights when I’m not around
Baby, it’s a love song, so I’ll remember,
On lonely nights.
I’ll sing you a love song,
To give your love for me.
I’ll sing you a love song,
I’ll sing you a love song.

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It Ain’t Me Babe.

Lyrics and Vocals: American singer-songwriter Bob Dylan.

It Ain’t Me Babe.

Go away from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I’m not the one you want, babe,
I’m not the one you need.
You say you’re lookin’ for someone,
Who’s never weak but always strong,
To protect you and defend you,
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain’t me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe,
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground,
I’m not the one you want, babe,
I’ll only let you down.
You say you’re looking for someone,
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you and more,
But it ain’t me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain’t me babe,
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe.

Go melt back in the night.
Everything inside is made of stone,
There’s nothing in here moving,
And anyway I’m not alone.
You say you’re looking for someone,
Who’ll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly,
And to come each time you call,
A lover for your life and nothing more,
But it ain’t me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe,
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe.

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Back Home Again.

Lyrics: The late American singer-songwriter and acoustic artists John Denver, (1943-1997).
Vocals: The magnificent voice of American country singer and songwriter Patricia Lynn Yearwood.

Back Home Again.

There’s a storm across the valley, clouds are rolling in,
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders.
There’s a truck out on the four lane a mile or more away,
The whining of his wheels just makes it colder.
He’s an hour away from riding on your prayers up in the sky,
And ten days on the road are barely gone.
There’s a fire softly burning, supper’s on the stove,
But it’s the light in your eyes that makes him warm.
And hey it’s good to be back home again.
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend,
Yes ‘n’ hey, it’s good to be back home again.
There’s all the news to tell him, how’d you spend your time,
What’s the latest news the neighbours say.
And your mother called last Friday, sunshine made her cry.
You felt the baby move just yesterday.
Hey it’s good to be back home again.
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend,
Yes ‘n’ hey, it’s good to be back home again.
And oh the time that I can lay this tired old body down,
And feel your fingers feather soft upon me.
The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way,
The happiness that living with you brings me,
And it’s the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you.
It’s the little things that make a house a home.
Like a fire softly burning, supper on the stove
And the light in your eyes that makes me warm.
And hey it’s good to be back home again – yes it is.
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long-lost friend,
Yes ‘n’ hey, it’s good to be back home again.
I said hey it’s good to be back home again.

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