Irving Berlin
Irving Berlin
Irving Berlinwas an American composer and lyricist, widely considered one of the greatest songwriters in American history. His music forms a great part of the Great American Songbook. Born in Imperial Russia, Berlin arrived in the United States at the age of five. He published his first song, "Marie from Sunny Italy", in 1907, receiving 33 cents for the publishing rights, and had his first major international hit, "Alexander's Ragtime Band" in 1911. He also was an owner of the...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionSongwriter
Date of Birth11 May 1888
CountryUnited States of America
Folks are dumb where I come from They ain't had any learnin' Still they're happy as can be Doin' what comes natur'ly
We joined the Navy to see the world, / And what did we see? We saw the sea.
My uncle out in Texas Can't even write his name He signs his checks with Xs But they cash 'em just the same
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer:God Bless America.Land that I loveStand beside her, and guide herThru the night with a light from above.From the mountains, to the prairies,To the oceans, white with foamGod bless AmericaMy home sweet home.God Bless America,Land that I loveStand beside her,And guide her,Through the nightWith the light from above,From the mountains,To the prairies,To the ocean,White with foam,God bless America,My home sweet home.God bless America,My home sweet home.
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea, Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free, Let us all be grateful for a land so fair, As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer: God Bless America. Land that I love Stand beside her, and guide her Thru the night with a light from above. From the mountains, to the prairies, To the oceans, white with foam God bless America My home sweet home. God Bless America, Land that I love Stand beside her, And guide her, Through the night With the light from above, From the mountains, To the prairies, To the ocean, White with foam, God bless America, My home sweet home. God bless America, My home sweet home.
Never hate a song that's sold a half million copies.
I got lost but look what I found.
You don't need analyzin' It is not so surprisin' That you feel very strange but nice; Your heart goes pitter-patter, I know just what's the matter, Because I've been there once or twice; Put your head on my shoulder, You need someone who's older, A r
A pretty girl is like a melody That haunts you night and day Just like the strain Of a haunting refrain She'll start upon A marathon And run around your brain
A pretty girl is like a melody / That haunts you day and night.
God bless America, land that I love; stand beside her and guide her through the night with a light from above.
Dancing cheek to cheek.
We got to keep on being a success.
Listen kid, take my advice, never hate a song that has sold half a million copies.