How sweet you are, how sweet you are,
How dear your tenderly smiling face,
Through days all bitter and gray and grim,
Through nights when even the stars are dim,
Dean Martin:Sul mare luccica
L’astro d’argento
Placida e’ l’onda
Prospero e’ il vento
This is a pretty song, but I don’t like it
Don’t want a city song, wanta sing western
That is the best’ern music in all the World
Day after day I’ll always love you
Live just to say I’ll always love you
Dear one, your nearness is my treasure
Dear one, your kiss is rich as wine
I’m a wanderer on life’s highway
I’m not one of that great legion with their traveling care
And though I haven’t much religion
Here’s my only prayer
Dean Martin: When I say give me love, well don’t be meager
Gee can’t you see that I’m over eager
Oh baby, oh baby, obey me.
There’s a song in the air,
But the fair senorita
Doesn’t seem to care
For the song in the air.
So I’ll sing to the mule
If you’re sure she won’t think that I am just a fool
Serenading a mule.
Love me love me say you love me
Just for fun
Softly sigh it try it try it
Just for fun
I’ve been a soldier quite a while
And I would like to state
The life is simply wonderful
The Army food is great
I’ve got plenty to be thankful for
I haven’t got great big yacht
To sail from shore to shore
Still I’ve got plenty to be thankful for
Let’s say it with firecrackers
And banners held high
Let’s have a real old-fashioned noisy Fourth of July
