SUKIYAKI (Ue O Muite Aruko)

  

Ue o muite aruko

Namida ga koborenai youni

Omoidasu haruno hi

Hitoribocchi no yoru.

Ue o muite aruko

Nijinda hoshi o kazoete

Omoidasu natsuno hi

Hitoribocchi no yoru.

Shiawase wa kumo no ueni,

Shiawase wa sora no ueni.

Ue o muite aruko

Namida ga koborenai youni

Nakinagara aruku

Hitoribocchi no yoru.

 

     (Whistling next two lines)

Omoidasu akino hi

Hitoribocchi no yoru.

Kanashimi wa hoshino kageni,

Kanashimi wa tsukino kageni.

 

Ue o muite aruko

Namida ga kororenai youni

Nakingara aruku

Hitoribocchi no yoru.

 

Hitoribocchi no yoru.

 

     (Whistling to fade)

Music & Lyrics: Kyu Sakamoto

THE RIFLEMAN (Theme from the TV series)

He is no stranger to the settlers

And the bad men know his fame.

They speak of him in whispers

But they never use his name.

 

They call him the Rifleman.

The strong, courageous Rifleman.

A great big mountain of a man.

 

He never reaches for his rifle

Except when he's attacked.

He reckons there's a time to speak

And there's a time to act.

They call him the Rifleman.

The strong, courageous Rifleman.

A great big mountain of a man.

 

They know that when it comes to marksmanship,

He's better than the best.

Still, someone's always fool

Enough to put him to the test.

 

They call him the Rifleman.

The strong, courageous Rifleman.

A great big mountain of a man.

 

To every lad who comes to him

To learn the secret of his art

He tells them there's no medicine

To heal a coward's heart.

 

They call him the Rifleman.

The strong, courageous Rifleman.

A great big mountain of a man.

 

There is a moral to his exploits

And he's taught it to his son...

"Speak softly to your enemy.

But let him see your gun."

 

 They call him the Rifleman.

The strong, courageous Rifleman.

A great big mountain of a man.

 

Music: Herschel Burke Gilbert.

Lyrics: Alfred Perry.

SOLITAIRE

There was a man

A lonely man

Who lost his love

Through his indifference.

A heart that cared,

That went unshared

Until it died

Within his silence.

And solitaire's the only game in town

And every road that takes him

Takes him down.

And by himself it's easy to pretend

He'll never love again.

And keeping to himself he plays the game.

Without her love

It always ends the same.

While life goes on around him everywhere.

He's playing solitaire.

A little hope

Goes up in smoke.

Just how it goes

Goes without saying.

There was a man,

A lonely man

Who would command

The hand he's playing.

And solitaire's the only game in town

And every road that takes him

Takes him down.

And by himself it's easy to pretend

He'll never love again.

And keeping to himself he plays the game.

Without her love

It always ends the same.

While life goes on around him everywhere.

He's playing solitaire.

And solitaire's the only game in town

And every road that takes him

Takes him down.

And by himself it's easy to pretend

He'll never love again.

And keeping to himself he plays the game.

Without her love

It always ends the same.

While life goes on around him everywhere.

He's playing solitaire.

 

Writer(s): Phil Cody, Neil Sedaka.

WAGON TRAIN

 

     Roll along,

     Wagon Train!

 

Rollin' over prairie where there ain't no grass,

Rollin' over mountain where there ain't no pass.

     Sittin' on a board

     Eyin' the weather.

     Prayin' to the Lord

     We stay together

Side by side on the Wagon Train.

 

     Wagon train,

     Roll along!

 

Pickin' up a passenger in every town,

Wonderin' if he's ever gonna shoot you down.

     Lookin' for a pal,

     Ain't it a pity,

     Lookin' for a gal,

     Needn't be pretty

If she'll ride on the Wagon Train.

 

Wagons, ho!

Gotta keep 'em on the run.

Time to go,

And follow the sun!

 

     Roll along,

     Wagon Train!

 

Never had a cabin and a general store.

Only had a wagon and a forty-four.

     Sittin' on a board

     Eyin' the weather.

     Prayin' to the Lord

     We stay together

Side by side on the Wagon Train.

 

Wagons, ho!

Gotta keep 'em on the run.

Time to go,

And follow the sun!

 

     Roll along,

     Wagon Train!

 

Rollin' over prairie where there ain't no grass,

Rollin' over mountain where there ain't no pass.

     Sittin' on a board

     Eyin' the weather.

     Prayin' to the Lord

     We stay together

Side by side on the Wagon Train.

 

     Wagon train,

     Roll along!

 

 

Music by: Sammy Fain.

Lyrics by: Jack Brooks