A Song a Day

When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son, 
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war 

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli 

It well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia 

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again 

Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying 

Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me 

They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity 

And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away 

Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?" 
And I ask myself the same question 

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march there at all 

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me? 
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
 

Todo aquel que piense que la vida es desigual
Tiene que saber que no es así
Que la vida es una hermosura, hay que vivirla

Todo aquel que piense que está solo y que está mal
Tiene que saber que no es así
Que en la vida no hay nadie solo, siempre hay alguien

Ay, no hay que llorar
Que la vida es un carnaval
Y es más bello vivir cantando
Oh-oh-oh, ay, no hay que llorar
Que la vida es un carnaval
Y las penas se van cantando

Oh-oh-oh, ay, no hay que llorar
Que la vida es un carnaval
Y es más bello vivir cantando
Oh-oh-oh, ay, no hay que llorar
Que la vida es un carnaval
Y las penas se van cantando

Todo aquel que piense que la vida siempre es cruel
Tiene que saber que no es así
Que tan sólo hay momentos malos, y todo pasa

Todo aquel que piense que esto nunca va a cambiar
Tiene que saber que no es así
Que al mal tiempo, buena cara, y todo cambia

Ay, no hay que llorar
Que la vida es un carnaval
Y es más bello vivir cantando
Oh-oh-oh, ay, no hay que llorar
Que la vida es un carnaval
Y las penas se van cantando

Oh-oh-oh, ay, no hay que llorar
Que la vida es un carnaval
Y es más bello vivir cantando
Oh-oh-oh, ay, no hay que llorar
Que la vida es un carnaval
Y las penas se van cantando

Carnaval
Es para reír (no hay que llorar)
Para gozar
Carnaval
Para disfrutar (hay que vivir cantando)

Carnaval
La vida es un carnaval (no hay que llorar)
Todos podemos cantar
Carnaval
Ay, señores

Carnaval
Todo aquel que piense
Que la vida es cruel
Nunca estará solo
Dios está con él

Para aquellos que se quejan tanto
Para aquellos que sólo critican
Para aquellos que usan las armas
Para aquellos que nos contaminan
Para aquellos que hacen la guerra
Para aquellos que viven pecando
Para aquellos que nos maltratan
Para aquellos que nos contagian
 

Sell yourself lightly
Daily and nightly
She moves to the strings of an aging guitar
Moving so queerly
Speaking so clearly
She makes herself known with a boisterous guffaw 

She goes,
Woah
Oh, I'm alone and so far
Woah

Softly, slowly
Hilter, kilter
Out into the streets with an aging guitar
Now the wind wails
And she'll set sail
Out into the streets with a boisterous guffaw 

Sell yourself daily
Speaking so hasty, 
Tell me you love me, you know we've come far! 
But oh now she's shaking
Spinning and quaking
Armed to the teeth with a boisterous guffaw 

Oh and the band it rises up
Oh and she's never coming down 

Softly, slowly
Hilter, kilter
Out into the streets with an aging guitar
Now the wind wails
And she'll set sail
Out into the streets with a boisterous guffaw
 

All that I wanted
I found in her
but she disappeared
one bad day, without thinking, she left
How I wish that this song did not hurt
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

That I am drowning in sadness
That I'm drinking this pain away
That my life is almost dead
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

Destiny charged me more than the bill
It had no compassion
and though they say love is not a sickness
How I wish that this song did not hurt
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

That I am drowning in sadness
That I'm drinking this pain away
That my life is almost dead
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

I take her
Wherever I go
How I wish that this song did not hurt
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

That I am drowning in sadness
That I'm drinking this pain away
That my life is almost dead
Ay ay ay!
if she knew
Ay ay ay!
if she knew

Todo lo que yo buscaba
estaba en ella
pero desapareció
un mal día sin pensarlo se largo
como quisiera que no me doliera esta canción
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera

Que me está llevando la tristeza
que me estoy bebiendo este dolor
que mi vida ya está casi muerta
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera

El destino me cobro más de la cuenta
no me tuvo compasión
y aunque dicen que de amor nadie se enferma
como quisiera que no me doliera esta canción
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera

Que me está llevando la tristeza
que me estoy bebiendo este dolor
que mi vida ya está casi muerta
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera

Yo la llevo
a donde voy
como quisiera que no me doliera esta canción
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera

Que me está llevando la tristeza
que me estoy bebiendo este dolor
que mi vida ya está casi muerta
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera
Ay, ay, ay!
si supiera
 

Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Oh Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night

Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople
She'll be waiting in Istanbul

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way

So, Take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Oh Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks

Istanbul
Istanbul

Istanbul
Istanbul

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way

Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Oh Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks

So, Take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Oh Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks

Istanbul
 

I dreamed a dream the other night,
Lowlands, Lowlands away, my John! 
I dreamed a dream the other night,
Lowlands, my Lowlands, away!

I dreamed my love came in my sleep,
Her cheeks were wet; her eyes did weep.

My love she came all dressed in white
She came to me as my best bride

And bravely in her bosom fair,
A red, red rose, did my love wear.

No sound she made - no word she said,
And then I knew my love was dead.

I bound her wreath around my head
For now I knew my love was dead

And then awoke to hear the cry,
"Oh, watch on deck, oh, watch ahoy!"