Category: All Time Music

Album: Up!
Year: 2002
Songwriters: Robert John “Mutt” Lange, Shania Twain

In your arms

In your arms, I can still feel the way you want me
When you hold me
I can still hear the words you whispered
When you told me
I can stay right here forever in your arms

And there ain’t no way
I’m lettin’ you go now
And there ain’t no way
And there ain’t no how
I’ll never see that day

‘Cause I’m keeping you forever and for always
We will be together all of our days
Wanna wake up every morning
To your sweet face, always

Ooh baby

In your heart, I can still hear a beat
For every time you kiss me
And when we’re apart
I know how much you miss me
I can feel your love for me in your heart

And there ain’t no way
I’m lettin’ you go now
And there ain’t no way
And there ain’t no how
I’ll never see that day

‘Cause I’m keeping you forever and for always
We will be together all of our days
Wanna wake up every morning
To your sweet face, always
Wanna wake up every morning

In your eyes
(I can still see the look of the one)
I can still see the look
Of the one who really loves me
(I can still feel the way that you want)
The one who wouldn’t put anything
Else in the world above me
(I can still see your love for me)
I can still see your love for me in your eyes
(I still see the love)

And there ain’t no way
I’m lettin’ you go now
And there ain’t no way
And there ain’t no how
I’ll never see that day

‘Cause I’m keeping you forever and for always
We will be together all of our days
Wanna wake up every morning
To your sweet face

I’m keeping you forever and for always
We will be together all of our days
Wanna wake up every morning
To your sweet face
I’m keeping you forever and for always

Always and forever
And in your arms

Album: Tourism
Year: 1992
Songwriters: GESSLE, PER H�KAN / PERSSON, MATS ARNE

In that big big house, there are fifty doors
And one of them leads to your heart
In the time of spring I passed your gate
And tried to make a start

All I knew was the scent of sea and dew
But I’ve been in love before, how about you?

There’s a time for the good in life
A time to kill the pain in life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

In that big old house there are fifty beds
And one of them leads to your soul
It’s a bed of fear, a bed of threats
Regrets and sheets so cold

All I knew your eyes so velvet blue
I’ve been in love before, how about you?

There’s a time for the good in life
A time to kill the pain in life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

It’s time to place your bets in life
I’ve played the loser’s game of life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

Time went by as I wrote your name in the sky
Fly fly away, bye bye

It’s time to place your bets in life
I’ve played the loser’s game of life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

Dream about the sun
You queen of rain
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

Album: Times of Your Life
Year: 1975
Songwriters: Paul Anka

Everyday my papa would work
To try to make ends meet
To see that we would eat
Keep those shoes upon my feet
Every night my papa would take me
And tuck me in my bed
Kiss me on my head
After all the prayers were said
And there were years
Of sadness and of tears
Through it all
Together we were strong
We were strong
Times were rough
But Papa he was tough
Mama stood beside him all along

Growing up with them was easy
The time had flew on by
The years began to fly
They aged and so did I
And I could tell
That mama she wasn’t well
Papa knew and deep down so did she
So did she
When she died
Papa broke down and he cried
And all he could say was, “God, why her? Take me!”
Everyday he sat there sleeping in a walking chair
He never went upstais
All Because she wasn’t there

Then one day my Papa said,
“Son, I’m proud of how you’ve grown”
He said, “Go out and make it on your own.
Don’t worry. I’m O.K. alone.”
He said, “There are things that you must do”
He said, “There’s places you must see”
And his eyes were sad as he
As he said goodbye to me

Every time I kiss my children
Papa’s words ring true
He said, “Children live through you.
Let them grow! They’ll leave you, too”
I remember every word Papa used to say
I kiss my kids and pray
That they’ll think of me
Oh how I pray
They will think of me
That way
Someday