Pat Boone

To Each His Own - Pat Boone A rose must remain With the sun and the rain Or its lovely promise won't come true To each his own to each his own And my own is you What good is a song If the words just don't belong And a dream must be a dream for two No

We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the wat

Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm Yeah, yeah Holy Diver You've been down too long in the midnight sea Oh what's becoming of me Ride the tiger You can see his stripes but you know he's clean Oh don't you see what I mean Gotta get away Holy Diver, yeah Got shiny dia

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven There's a

Crazy, but that's how it goes Millions of people living as foes Maybe it's not too late To learn how to love And forget how to hate Mental wounds not healing Driving me insane I'm going off the rails on a crazy train I've listened to preachers I've l

Say your prayers little one Don't forget my son to include everyone I tuck you in, warm within, keep you free from sin Till the sandman he comes Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Exit light Enter night Take my hand We're off to never

Blueberry Hill - Pat Boone I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill On Blueberry Hill when I found you The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill And linger until my dreams came true The wind in the willows plays love's sweet melody But all of those vows we m