GUESS WHOS COMING FOR COFFEE(Theme Song For The Calgary Cable 10 TV Series By The Same Name)Written &
GUESS WHO’S COMING FOR COFFEE (Theme song for the Calgary Cable 10 TV series by the same name) Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright ©1986, 2021
Guess who's coming for coffee Guess who's coming for tea Guess who's coming to chat with us You and I and He
Guess who's coming for coffee The information is free Different things we can discuss You and I and He
There's so many things we don't understand Gather 'round and listen in to what we have planned
Guess who's coming for coffee Guess who's coming for tea Make your choice, come join with us You and I and He
Guess who's coming for coffee Guess who's coming for tea Guess who's coming to chat with us You and I and He
There's so many things we don't understand Gather 'round and listen in to what we have planned
Guess who's coming for coffee The information is free Different things we can discuss You and I and He
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ILILI Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1969, 2021
There was a time 'fore Man was born Before his eyes op'd to the morn When from his mother he was torn Ah-ah, Ilili
She was a woman of such grace And there was beauty in her face And she was mother of his race Ah-ah, Ilili
Never before had a woman been seen Never before had they known Never before had a woman been queen on the throne
But they accepted her as rule And there was no one thought a fool And they rejected aught so cruel Ah-ah, Ilili
Never before had a woman been seen Never before had they known Never before had a woman been queen on the throne
But they accepted her as rule And there was no one thought a fool And they rejected aught so cruel Ah-ah, Ilili
AND SO IT ENDS Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1968, 2021
And so it ends Love between friends Let's make amends When love descends Love is a beautiful thing Love comes to you in the spring Love joins a woman and man Love all at once had began Between a woman and a man
(Musical Verse)
And so it ends Following trends Misapprehends And still transcends Love is a beautiful thing Love comes to you in the spring Love joins a woman and man Love all at once had began Between a woman and a man
UNEARTHLY Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1965, 2021
'Tis unearthly when you critique me 'Tis unearthly the way you sneak around on me I shouldn't want you I shouldn't taunt you Oh, won't you go, go away
'Tis unearthly the way I miss you 'Tis unearthly the way you kiss me, too I say I need you But, I won't heed you Don't want you back, back again
'Tis unearthly the way you love me 'Tis unearthly the way you're above me, now But, I don't want to cry And, I don't want to die I want you back, back again
'Tis unearthly the way you treat me 'Tis unearthly the way you speak to me I can't believe it I can't conceive it I want you back, back again
PATTERNS OF LOVE Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1966, 2021
Come to me and never leave my side Talk to me and never go and hide Walk with me and hold my hand in yours Talk to me and tell me I am yours
CHORUS: Patterns of love, they're all so pretty They show that you'll always love me And that you will never leave me blue And they show I really love you
Come to me, for you will e'er be mine Talk to me, to me all of the time Walk with me and hold my hand so tight Talk to me as we walk through the night
[Musical Chorus]
Come to me and don't go from my side Talk to me and never go and hide Walk with me and hold my hand in thine Talk to me, I'll tell you you're so fine
CHORUS: Patterns of love, they're all so pretty They show that you'll always love me And that you will never leave me blue And they show I really love you
AND NO BIRDS SING Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright ©1968, 2021
Nothing is left but a dead, charred world There are no flowers, no women or men There really is nothing and no birds sing
Nothing remains but a wearied Earth There are no fauna, no women or men There really is nothing and no birds sing
SPOKEN: Oh how I miss them—the sweet songs of birds The nightingales' tunes to the silvery moons
Nothing is seen but a dead, burned world There are no women, there are no men There really is nothing and no birds sing