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Easy Listening Hits

These are mostly new songs to me. Somewhere Beyond the Sea is familiar to anyone who has seen Finding Nemo, of course, and I heard It’s Amore in one form or another from the time I could walk. But the rest are new friends to me. I hope, whether they are old or new to you, readers, that they are no less enjoyable.

Happy hearing!

The Mithril Guardian

Do You Know the Way to San Jose? (Dionne Warwick)

Somewhere Beyond the Sea (Bobby Darin)

It’s Amore (Dean Martin)

Rocky Mountain High (John Denver)

I’ll Never Fall in Love Again (Dionne Warwick)

My Beautiful Balloon (The Fifth Dimension)

The Candy Man (Sammy Davis Jr.)

Everything is Beautiful (Ray Stevens)

Laughter in the Rain (Neil Sedaka)

A Kiss to Build a Dream On (Louis Armstrong)

By the Time I Get to Phoenix (Glen Campbell)

Moon River (Henry Mancini)

Dream (The Everly Brothers)

Cherish (The Association)

What a Wonderful World (Louis Armstrong)

Wichita Lineman (Glen Campbell)

I Write the Songs (Barry Manilow)

If (for Boys) by Rudyard Kipling

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If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
  –
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
   –
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
  –
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!