8 Best Mario Lanza Funeral Songs

Because you're mine, the brightest star I see
Look down, my love, and know this dream was meant for me
The dream that seemed impossible, impossible to me
Because you're mine, the brightest star I see

Because you're mine, the breeze that fans the flame
The flame of love that's burning in my heart
Because you're mine, I'll cherish every kiss
And hold you close, please tell me you are mine

Because you're mine, the brightest star I see
Look down, my love, and know this dream was meant for me
The dream that seemed impossible, impossible to me
Because you're mine, because you're mine

Drink, drink, drink
To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me
Drink, drink, drink
To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree

Here's a hope that those bright eyes will shine
Lovingly, longingly, soon into mine
May those lips that are red and sweet tonight
With mine be entwining

Drink, drink, let the toast start
May young hearts never part
Drink, drink, drink
Let every true lover salute his sweetheart

Drink, drink, drink
To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me
Drink, drink, drink
To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree

Here's a hope that those bright eyes will shine
Lovingly, longingly, soon into mine
May those lips that are red and sweet tonight
With mine be entwining

Drink, drink, let the toast start
May young hearts never part
Drink, drink, drink
Let every true lover salute his sweetheart

Drink, drink, drink
Let the toast start
May young hearts never part
Drink, drink, drink
Let every true lover salute his sweetheart

Drink, drink, drink
To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me
Drink, drink, drink
To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree

Drink, drink, drink
To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me
Drink, drink, drink
To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree

Drink, drink, drink
To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me
Drink, drink, drink
To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree

Drink, drink, drink
To eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me
Drink, drink, drink
To lips that are red and sweet as the fruit on the tree

Drink, drink, drink

Granada, I'm falling under your spell
And if you could speak, what a fascinating tale you would tell
Of an age the world has long forgotten
Of an age that weaves a silent magic in Granada today

The dawn in the sky greets the day with a sigh for Granada
For she can remember the splendor that once was Granada
It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along
Entranced by the beauty before me
Entranced by a land full of sunshine and flowers and song

And when day is done and the sun starts to set in Granada
I envy the blush of the snow-clad Sierra Nevada
For soon it will welcome the stars
While a thousand guitars play a soft Habanera

Then moonlit Granada will live again
The glory of yesterday, romantic and gay

I'll walk with God from this day on
His helping hand I'll lean upon
This is my prayer, my humble plea
May the Lord be ever with me

There is no death, though eyes grow dim
There is no fear when I'm near to Him
I'll lean on Him forever
And He'll forsake me never

He will not fail me
As long as my faith is strong
Whatever road I may walk along

I'll walk with God, I'll take His hand
I'll talk with God, He'll understand
I'll pray to Him, each day to Him
And He'll hear the words that I say

His hand will guide my throne and rod
And I'll never walk alone
While I walk with God

I'll walk with God, I'll take His hand
I'll talk with God, He'll understand
I'll pray to Him, each day to Him
And He'll hear the words that I say

His hand will guide my throne and rod
And I'll never walk alone
While I walk with God

I'll walk with God, I'll walk with God

La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento
Muta d'accento
E di pensiero

Sempre un amabile
Leggiadro viso
In pianto o in riso
È menzognero

La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento
Muta d'accento
E di pensiero

E di pensier
E di pensier
E di pensier

È sempre misero
Chi a lei s'affida
Chi le confida
Mal cauto il core

Pur mai non sentesi
Felice appieno
Chi su quel seno
Non liba amore

La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento
Muta d'accento
E di pensiero

E di pensier
E di pensier
E di pensier

La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento
Muta d'accento
E di pensiero

E di pensier
E di pensier
E di pensier

Overhead the moon is beaming
White as blossoms on the bough,
Nothing is heard but the song of a bird,
Filling all the air with dreaming.
Could she only hear my story,
Would she understand my song,
Would she sympathize, nor hide her eyes,
Nor let me sing my whole life long?

Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our debts,
As we forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For Thine is the Kingdom,
And the power, and the glory,
Forever and ever,
Amen.