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I drink good coffee every morning Comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done I feel like talking Without you here there is less to say
Don't want you thinking I'm unhappy What is closer to the truth If I lived till I was a hundred and two I just don't think I'll ever get over you
No longer moved to drink strong whiskey I shook the hand of time and I knew That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs I just don't think I'll ever get over you
A face that dances and it haunts me With laughter still ringin' in my ears I still find pieces of your presence here even, even after all these years
I don't want you thinkin' that I don't get asked to dinner Cuz I'm here to say that I sometimes do And even though I may seem to feel a touch of love I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I lived till I was a hundred and two I just don't think I'll ever get over you
"The opposite of love, after all, is not hate, but indifference."
If there is something that I might find Look around corners Try to find peace of mind I say Where would you go if you were me Try to keep a straight course not easy Somebody special looking at me A certain reaction we find What should it try to be I mean If there are many Meaning the same Be specific just a game
I would do anything for you I would climb mountains I would swim all the oceans blue I would walk a thousand miles Reveal my secrets More than enough for me to share I would put roses round our door Sit in the garden Growing potatoes by the score
Shake your hair girl with your ponytail Takes me right back (when you were young) Throw your precious gifts into the air Watch them fall down (when you were young) Lift up your feet and put them on the ground You used to walk upon (when you were young) Lift up your feet and put them on the ground The hills were higher (when we were young) Lift up your feet and put them on the ground The trees were taller (when you were young) Lift up your feet and put them on the ground The grass was greener (when you were young) Lift up your feet and put them on the ground You used to walk upon (when you were young)
So many beautiful love songs written by McCartney, but this is my favourite. From a 1991 performance featuring Hamish Stewart (formerly Average White Band for those old enough) on vocals and Robbie Macintosh (Pretenders) on guitar
Thanks For The Memory became the signature tune for comedian Bob Hope. However, clever lyrics and a lovely last verse.
Thanks for the memory Of sentimental verse Nothing in my purse And chuckles When the preacher said For better or for worse How lovely it was Thanks for the memory Of Schubert's Serenade Little things of jade And traffic jams And anagrams And bills we never paid How lovely it was We who could laugh over big things Were parted by only a slight thing I wonder if we did the right thing Oh, well, that's life, I guess I love your dress Thanks for the memory Of faults that you forgave Of rainbows on a wave And stockings in the basin When a fellow needs a shave Thank you so much Thanks for the memory Of tinkling temple bells Alma mater yells And Cuban rum And towels from The very best hotels Oh how lovely it was Thanks for the memory Of cushions on the floor Hash with Dinty Moore That pair of gay pajamas That you bought And never wore We said goodbye with a highball Then I got as high as a steeple But we were intelligent people No tears, no fuss Hooray for us Strictly entre nous Darling, how are you? And how are all Those little dreams That never did come true? Awfully glad I met you Cheerio and toodle-oo Thank you Thank you so much
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