Lyrics to Songs From TITANIC


Come Josephine in My Flying Maching

Come Josephine in My Flying Maching
And it's up she goes! Up she goes!
In the air she goes. Where? There she goes!
Ok...that's all the script says

Come, Josephine, in My Flying Machine

Okay! Yes, let us fly girls.
Where dears? To the sky girls!
Oh, you flying machine!
Jump in! My Josephine!
She'll go high!
Oh! Joy what a feeling!
Where girls? In the Ceiling.
Heigh-ho, hoopla we fly, in the sky, so high.

Come Josephine in My Flying Machine,
Going up she goes! Up she goes!
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam,
In the air she goes! There she goes!
Up, Up, a little bit higher,
Oh! My! The moon is on fire
Come JOsephine In my Flying Machine
Going up, all on, goodbye.
1, 2, 3, now we're off girls!
How's this, pretty soft girl.
Wow dear! Don't hit the moon.
No, girl, must get there soon!
Oh! My! You're a shy queen.
Not I! I'm a sky queen.

 

Come Josephine in My Flying Machine,
Going up she goes! Up she goes!
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam,
In the air she goes! There she goes!
Up, Up, a little bit higher,
Oh! My! The moon is on fire
Come Josephine In my Flying Machine
Going up, all on, goodbye.

Come Josephine in My Flying Machine,
Going up she goes! Up she goes!
Balance yourself like a bird on a beam,
In the air she goes! There she goes!
Up, Up, a little bit higher,
Oh! My! The moon is on fire
Come Josephine In my Flying Machine
Going up, all on, goodbye.

Alexander's Ragtime Band

[1st verse:]

Oh, ma honey
Oh, ma honey
Better hurry and let's meander
Ain't you goin'
Ain't you goin'
To the leaderman, ragged meter man?
Oh, ma honey
Oh, ma honey
Let me take you to Alexander's grandstand, brass band
Ain't you comin' along?

Come on and hear
Come on and hear
Alexander's ragtime band
Come on and hear
Come on and hear
It's the best band in the land
They can play a bugle call like you never heard before
So natural that you want to go to war
That's just the bestest band what am, honey lamb
Come on along
Come on along
Let me take you by the hand
Up to the man
Up to the man
Who's the leader of the band
And if you care to hear the Swanee River played in ragtime
Come on and hear
Come on and hear
Alexander's ragtime band

[2nd verse:]

Oh, ma honey
Oh, ma honey
There's a fiddle with notes that screeches
Like a chicken
Like a chicken
And the clarinet is a colored pet
Come and listen
Come and listen
To a classical band what's peaches
Come now, somehow
Better hurry along

Nearer My God to Thee

Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

There let the way appear Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me in mercy given;
Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

Then, with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Our of my stony griefs, Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee!
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!

Eternal Father, Strong To Save

Eternal father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep
It's own appointed limits keep;
O hear us when we cry to thee,
For those in peril on the sea.

O Christ, the lord of hill and plain
O'er which our traffic runs amain,
By mountain pass or valley low,
Wherever lord thy brethren go;
Protect them by thy guardian hand
From every peril on the land.

O spirit, whom the father send
To spread aboard the firmament;
O wind of heaven, by the might,
Save all who dare the eagle's flight;
And keep them by thy watchful care
From every peril in the air.

O trinity of love and power!
Our brethren shield in danger's hour
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus ever more shall rise to thee,
Glad hymns of praise from land to sea .


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