You go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The thrill of the thought That you might give a thought To my plea casts a spell over me Still I say to myself "Get a hold of yourself Can't you see that it never can be" You go to my head With a smile that makes my temperature rise Like a summer with a thousand Julys You intoxicate my soul with your eyes Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance In this crazy romance You go to my head

You go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The thrill of the thought That you might give a thought to my plea, cast a spell over me Still I say to myself get a hold of yourself Can't you see that it never can be? You go to my head With a smile that makes my temperature rise Like a summer with a thousand Julys You intoxicate my soul with your eyes Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance You go to my head You go to my head

You go to my head And you linger Like a haunting refrain And I find you Spinning 'round In my brain Like the bubbles In a glass of champagne You go to my head Like a sip Of sparkling Burgundy brew And I find The very mention of you Like the kicker In a julep or two The thrill of the thought That you might Give a thought to my plea Casts a spell over me Still I say to myself "Get a hold of yourself" "Can't you see That it never can be?" You go to my head With a smile That makes My temperature rise Like a summer With a thousand Julys You intoxicate my soul With your eyes Though I'm certain That this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost If a chance In this crazy romance You go to my head You go to my head

You go to my head, you go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head Like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The thrill of the thought That you might give a thought To my plea casts a spell over me Still I say to myself: get a hold of yourself Can't you see that it can never be? You go to my head With smile that makes my temperature rise Like a summer with a thousand July's You intoxicate my soul with your eyes Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance You go to my head

You go to my head, you go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head Like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two The thrill of the thought That you might give a thought To my plea casts a spell over me Still I say to myself: get a hold of yourself Can't you see that it can never be? You go to my head With smile that makes my temperature rise Like a summer with a thousand July's You intoxicate my soul with your eyes Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance You go to my head

The strange young man who comes to me A soldier on a three day spree Who needs one night's cheap ecstasy And a woman's arms to hide him He greets me with a courtly bow And hides his pain by acting proud He drinks too much and he laughs too loud How can I deny him? Let us dance beneath the moon I'll sing to you "Claire de Lune' The morning always comes too soon But tonight the war is over He speaks to me in schoolboy French Of a soldier's life inside a trench Of the look of death and the ghastly stench I do my best to please him He puts two roses in a vase Two roses sadly out of place Like the gallant smile on his haggard face Playfully I tease him Hold me 'neath the Paris skies Let's not talk of how or why Tomorrow's soon enough to die But tonight the war is over We make love too hard too fast He falls asleep, his face a mask He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask I put my arms around him They die in the trenches and they die in the air In Belgium and France the dead are everywhere They die so fast there's no time to prepare A decent grave to surround them Old world glory, old world fame The old world's gone, gone up in flames Nothing will ever be the same And nothing lasts forever Oh I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how And there's nothing, nothing that can save him now There's always another with the same funny bow And who am I to deny them Lux aeterna Luce-at e-is domine cum Sanctic tu-is in aeternum Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum Dona e-is Domine. Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum Dona e-is Domine Qui-a pius es et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum Sancris tu-is in Aeternum qui-api-us es Tonight the war is over...

Nadie comprende lo que sufro yo Tanto que ya no puedo sollozar Solo, temblando de ansiedad estoy Todos me miran y se van Mujer, si puedes tú con Dios hablar Pregúntale si yo alguna vez Te he dejado de adorar Al mar, espejo de mi corazón Las veces que me ha visto llorar La perfidia de tu amor Te he buscado por doquiera que yo voy Y no te puedo hallar Para qué quiero tus besos Si tus labios no me quieren ya besar Y tú, quién sabe por dónde andarás Quién sabe qué aventura tendrás Qué lejos estás de mí Te he buscado por doquiera que yo voy Y no te puedo hallar Para qué quiero tus besos Si tus labios no me quieren ya besar Y tú, quién sabe por dónde andarás Quién sabe qué aventura tendrás Qué lejos estás de mí De mí

Y cuidense que hay viene la calandria ¡Sí, señor! Uy, ah, ja, ja, ja, jai Yo soy como la calandria Que para formar su nido Siempre busca rama fuerte Para no verlo caído Otros son como el venado Que por listo y presumido Cuando él anda de enamorado Lo matan desprevenido Ay, ay, ay, ay, las nubes van por el cielo Los pescados por el agua El oro está bajo el suelo y el amor en las enaguas Mi prieta linda ¿Qué voy a hacer Si tú me quitas Este querer? Mi prieta linda ¿Qué voy a hacer Si tú me quitas Este querer? Ora, prietita ¡Cántale bonito como sabes! Ju, ju, ju, ju, ju, ju Uy, ah, ja, ja, ja, ja De qué les sirve a los hombres Presumir de valentones Si cuando están en su casa Se les caen los pantalones También sucede otra cosa Con los que son fanfarrones Cuando ven la cosa en serio Les pasa con sus calzones Ay, ay, ay, ay, las nubes van por el cielo Los pescados por el agua El oro está bajo el suelo y el amor en las enaguas Mi prieta linda ¿Qué voy a hacer Si tú me quitas Este querer? Mi prieta linda ¿Qué voy a hacer Si tú me quitas Este querer?