Those Were The Days My Friend - Mary Hopkin -

Music by Peter Illych Tchaikovsky, Violin Concerto
Words © Copyright 2017 Peter Lloyd

My life is made of dreams
It seems all I do is dream
My dreams are of the life that I
Should have had, could have had, would have had

If life were like my dreams
I’d live all my life with you
Then you and I would see all of my dreams come true
If only, but I only

Dream when I’m alone
And I’m alone nearly all the time
It’s time you be the one I am
Sharing with, caring with, daring with

If you would wake me from
My dreams, oh what a life we’d lead
Just you and I so wide awake
We’d never waste another moment in a dream
No longer would I let my dreams replace life
We would embrace life
If only, but I only dream

I Only Dream

Frank Sinatra - Sway

Keren Ann ~ Jardin d'hiver

Miracles

Look at Me

What To Do On Earth
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

What things to do on Earth 
when you are dead?
What thoughts are now crossing
through your head?

Are you beginning to wonder?
Are you starting to doubt?
Are you about to start talking?
Pretty soon you will shout

Are there things that I missed?
Who should I have kissed?
Does it matter this late?
and why did I wait?

Should I call her right now?
Would she care anyhow?

aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah

Would she care anyhow?

[instrumental]

What things to do on Earth 
when you are dead?

When you know that it's over
When you have nothing to lose
What would you do?
How would you chose?

What things to do on Earth 
when you are dead?

When you know that it's over
When you have nothing to lose
What would you do?
How would you chose?

[instrumental]

Are there things that I missed?
Who should I have kissed?
Does it matter this late?
and why did I wait?

Should I call her right now?
Would she care anyhow?
Would she care anyhow?

aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah

Would you try to save something
Would you say "what the hell"
Would hope for some magic
Would you try cast a spell

Would you ask for forgiveness
be let out of this mess
Would you look in her eyes
Would you crave her 
crave her caress

aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah

Would you try to save something
Would you say "what the hell"
Would hope for some magic
Would you try cast a spell

Would you ask for forgiveness
be let out of this mess
Would you look in her eyes
Would you crave her caress

[bridge]

There is no way to know
You can't say in advance
We will all have to stay
And finish the dance

There is no way to know
You can't say in advance
At the end of the show
We will all have to go

At the end of the show
We will all have to go

[instrumental]



What To Do On Earth (2)

You didn’t say goodbye, just slipped away,
Like perfume at the break of day.
No tear, no sound, no last caress—
Just silence dressed in your finesse.
You left no shoes beside the door,
But I still feel you in the floor.
The way you danced, the way you sighed—
Still lingers like a tide inside.

Was it love… or just the thrill?
The way you moved, the way you killed
My calm, my breath, my steady ground—
You turned it all around.

Still under my skin, like a whisper in wine,
You play in my rhythm, just out of time.
Still in my veins, like a moonlight spin,
I feel you dance beneath my skin.
Was it love… or just a sweet charade?
A kiss I sip but never fade.
One more night, one last refrain—
Spin me back to you again. 🎵

You smiled like jazz at 2 a.m.,
Too smooth to know where truth begins.
You dressed your words in honey tones,
I swallowed them like saxophone.
You didn’t stay, but you remain—
A note I hum through joy and pain.
It’s not your arms I miss the most—
It’s who I was inside your ghost.

Was it you… or just the dream?
A solo line in my routine.
You never stayed, but played so well—
I bought the magic that you sell.

Still under my skin, like a spice in the air,
You haunt the room, though you’re not there.
Still on my lips, like a song I knew,
One soft refrain that feels like you.
Was it love… or just a melody
That hit too sweet, then danced from me?
If that was love, I’d play it blind—
Loop the night and press rewind. 🎵

Some love is sugar… some is smoke.
Yours was rhythm, yours was joke.
A beat I chased through every bar,
A kiss that played me like guitar.

Still under my skin, like a pulse in the rain,
Still moving slow through joy and pain.
Still in my steps, still in my sway,
You dance with me when jazz starts to play.
If that was love… don’t let it end—
Just one more round, then we pretend…
You never left…
You never left… 🎵

Bajo Mi Piel (Under My Skin – Latin Jazz Version)

Margherita - Riccardo Cocciante Soprano

Les roses de Saadi (Marceline Desbordes-Valmore) - Jef Bourgeau

Mary Hopkin - Those Were The Days - 1968

LOVE / Ahwak mashup by Sway Entertainment

Songwriter since 1966. Can't believe I still have to write protest songs. Prefer writing love songs and songs of praise for stand-up women and men, parodies, lyrical nonsense, blues and adaptations.