Follow, follow
As long as you´re there I´ll follow
I´ll be only a smile away from all you do
No matter where you lead me to
I´ll follow, follow
Your heart is the heart I´ll follow
Softly, slowly you look my way
No words are said but still I hear inside my head
Follow, follow, follow
Diamonds are forever,
They are all I need to please me, they can stimulate and tease me,
They won't leave in the night, I've no fear that they might desert me.
Diamonds are forever, Hold one up and then caress it,
Touch it, stroke it and undress it, I can see every part,
Nothing hides in the heart to hurt me.
I don't need love, For what good will love do me?
Diamonds never lie to me, For when love's gone,
They'll lustre on.
Diamonds are forever, Sparkling round my little finger.
Unlike men, the diamonds linger.
Men are mere mortals who are not worth going to your grave for.
I don't need love, for what good will love do me?
Diamonds never lie to me for when love's gone,
They'll lustre on.
Diamonds are forever, forever, forever.
Diamonds are forever, forever, forever.
Forever and ever.
John Barry
Don Black
sung by Shirley Bassey
Walkabout
And as you wander on
Reflect and ponder on
The dreams today forgot to bring
Go somewhere where you're out of reach,
Find a distant beach
Where the wind blows free
Walkabout with me
Walkabout
And learn unwinding ways
We'll share spellbinding days
You'll know if running birds are shy
And when you see a butterfly
Scribbling 'cross the sky
You will wonder why
Come, let's walkabout
Music John Barry
Lyrics Don Black
I'm not about to come unhinged when everything goes wrong
A fact is something to be faced
But not for very long
The good times are coming
They'll be coming real soon
And I'm not just pitching pennies at the moon
The good times are coming
When they come I'll be there
With my both feet firmly planted in mid air
There's gonna be a place for us
A place where we belong
'Cause to stand outside just looking in
Has got to be all wrong
The good times are coming
They'll be coming real soon
And I'm not just pitching pennies at the moon
The good times are coming
When they come I'll be there
With my both feet firmly planted way up there
In mid air
John Barry
Hal David
sung by Cass Elliot (Mama Cass)
Und wo wir hin nur schaun
ist Feuer, Pest und tod.
And wherever we look there is
fire, plague and death.
Taken from the Silva release booklet
Music John Barry
]]>Ab inimicis nostris defende nos, Christe.
Afflictionam nostram benignus vide.
Dolorem cordis nostri respice, clemens.
Peccata populi tui Deus indulge.
Ab inimicis nostris defende nos, Christe.
Afflictionam nostram benignus vide.
Peccata populi tui Deus indulge.
Ab inimicis nostris defende nos, Christe.
Afflictionam nostram benignus vide.
English Translation:
From our enemies defend us,
O Christ.
Look kindly on our affliction.
Look on the pain in our hearts,
O merciful one.
God, forgive the sins of your people.
From the Silva release booklet
Music John Barry
Latin text research Denis Stevens
Latin text :
Benedictus Dominus Deus Sabbaoth
Benedicti qui sperant in nomine Domini
Manus enim Domini fortis et terrebilis
English translation:
Blessed is the Lord God of Hosts
Blessed are they who hope
in the name of the Lord
For the hand of the Lord
is strong and terrible.
From Silva release booklet.
Music John Barry
Latin text research Denis Stevens
Eins Bauren Sohn hätt' sich vermessen,
Er wollt ein gute Buttermilch essen,
Ein auserwählte Milch, ein hochgelobte Milch,
Ein abgefeimte Milch, des Milry Milch, ein gute
Buttermilch.
Man trug ihm her ein saures Kraut,
Die Buttermilch traf ihn bas in die Haut,
Ein auserwählte Milch, ein hochgelobte Milch,
Ein abgefeimte Milch, des Milry Milch, ein gute
Buttermilch.
Man trug ihm her ein Schweinebraten,
Die Buttermilch war ihm bas gerathen,
Ein auserwählte Milch, ein hochgelobte Milch,
Ein abgefeimte Milch, des Milry Milch, ein gute
Buttermilch.
(Strasburg bei Jakob Frölich. 1500-1550)
lyrics of the full poem can be found online
Latin text :
Verbum Patris humanatur, O, O,
Dum puella salutatur, O, O,
Salutata fecundatur
Viri nescia,
Eya, eya, nova gaudia.
Verus homo nobis datur, O, O,
Nobis datus demonstratur, O, O,
Dum pax terris nunciatur,
Coelis gloria.
Eye, eya, nova gaudia.
English text :
The Word of the Father is
made flesh when
the Virgin is greeted :
Greeted she is great with child,
knowing no man.
Hail, hail, a new joy !
A true man is given to us,
and having been given he
is shown to us, while
peace on earth is foretold
and glory in heaven.
Hail, hail, a new joy !
Music John Barry
Latin text research Denis Stevens
Same lyrics used both in The Lion in Winter and The Last Valley, different melody.
]]>Die Türme stehn in Glutt / die Kirch ist umgekehret.
Das Rathauß ligt im Grauß / die Starcken sind zerhaun /
Die Jungfern sind geschänd?t / und wo wir hin nur schaun
Ist Feuer / Pest / und Tod / der Hertz und Geist durchfähret.
Andreas Gryphius, Thränen des Vaterlandes XXIV. Anno 1636.
The complete poem can be found online:
English Translation:
The towers are on fire.
The church is cast down.
The town hall lies in ruins.
The strongest are maimed.
The Virgins raped
And wherever we look there is
fire, plague and death
that pierces heart and mind.
"Tears Of The Fatherland"
(translation taken from the Silva re-recording booklet)
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