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All them young people now old or passed away 😢 such is life

When Barbabara Streisand is absent from class the entire classroom gets the Italian Streisand effect.

The riff in the middle and the end is pretty sick

he said "alright". it's an english word

It's interesting how it's mostly rythmic chanting until a melody just sort of emerges a few minutes into the song. I wasn't expecting that.

Beautiful voice, beautiful song. Thank tou.

Listing to this in July of 2024. This Christmas will be glorious.

RIP queen.

Iiiii used to fall asleep to this as a kiddo. RIP one of the most iconic figures of my childhood

im so devastated, cant believe shes gone

Rest in peace Shelly. Just one last lullaby.

RIP Shelley Duvall!!! 😭😭😭

R.i.p queen 💐 🙏🏿

Rest in peace ❤️

RIP queen

Rest in Peace, Shelley Duvall 😢❤️

I love this so much! Best song ever about the best show ever.

in liebe mit liebe toooooood

orbstones

1:40 video truly starts

Finally figured out what song this reminds me of 'These Boots are made for walking' Nancy Sinatra

If anyone could tell me where to find sheet music/chord list for this song on ukulele I would greatly appreciate it

Im am goong to learn the words.to this 😂

Anyone wamt to translate the Italian in the intro?

This is best recording available anywhere of this fascinating and wonderful song.

He got these lyrics from the Voynich manuscript

Funkybuttlovin!!!

Во пиздун )))))

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Being a fan of this movie and watching the Washington Nationals win the World Series for the first time back in 2019 brought me here.

Immenso Adriano

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My mom singing ?

Classic

Hilarious 😂

Claudia Mori (la femme d'Adriano) à 3'12.

If I had a time machine I’d go back and make sure this played in the ballpark when the Cubs won the World Series in 2016. Sincerely, a Reds fan.

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This plays in my head at the beginning of EVERY baseball season

THE PLAYERS Flute: Lisa Anderson, Eileen Booth, Holly Murphy, Nancy Toone, Karen Teuscher Clarinet; Eric Brinton, Richard Chatelain, Bryan Embley, Scott Harris, Peter McMurray, Alex Passey, Darren Thiriot, Christine Wolf E-flat Clarinet: David Feller Trombone: John Gallagher, Richard Watkins Trumpet: Warren Evans, Kevin Griggs, Pat Heaston, Reed Lecheminant, Richard McMaster, Clif Oram Tuba: Jeff Hanson Percussion: John Clayton, Geneve Hansen, Don Marsh, Karel McDonough, J. Roseborough, Keenan Roylance, Kent Seegmiller, Gary Shaw, Tim Taylor, Kendal White Soloist: Larry Whipple Violin: Holly Bateman

Lyrics: The Spirit of God like a fire is burning! The latter-day glory begins to come forth; The visions and blessings of old are returning, And angels are coming to visit the earth. Chorus We’ll sing and we’ll shout with the armies of heaven, Hosanna, hosanna to God and the Lamb! Let glory to them in the highest be given, Henceforth and forever, Amen and amen! The Lord is extending the Saints’ understanding, Restoring their judges and all as at first. The knowledge and power of God are expanding; The veil o'er the earth is beginning to burst. [repeat chorus] We’ll call in our solemn assemblies in spirit, To spread forth the kingdom of heaven abroad. That we through our faith may begin to inherit The visions and blessings and glories of God. [repeat chorus] How blessed the day when the lamb and the lion Shall lie down together without any ire, And Ephraim be crowned with his blessing in Zion, As Jesus descends with his chariot of fire! [repeat chorus]

Lyrics: High on the mountain top A banner is unfurled. Ye nations, now look up; It waves to all the world. In Deseret’s sweet, peaceful land, On Zion’s mount behold it stand! For God remembers still His promise made of old That he on Zion’s hill Truth’s standard would unfold! Her light should there attract the gaze Of all the world in latter days. For there we shall be taught The law that will go forth, With truth and wisdom fraught, To govern all the earth. Forever there his ways we’ll tread, And save ourselves with all our dead.

Lyrics: When Uncle Sam, he first sent out his army to destroy us, Says he: “The Mormons we will rout; They shall no longer annoy us.” The force he sent was competent to “try and hang” for treason. That is I mean it would have been, but don’t you know the reason? Chorus There’s great commotion in the East about the Mormon question; The problem is, to say the least, too much for their digestion. As they were going up the “Platte” singing many a lusty ditty, Saying we’ll do this and we’ll do that when we get to Salt Lake City; And sure enough when they got there they made the Mormons stir, sir. That is I mean they would have done, but oh, they didn’t get there. [repeat chorus] When they got within two hundred miles the old boys, they were saying, “It will be but a little while till the Mormons we’ll be slaying. We’ll hang each man who has two wives; we’ve plenty Of rope quite handy.” That is I mean they would have had, but Smith burned it on “Sandy.” [repeat chorus] Then they returned with awful tales, saying Mormons beat the devil, They ride up hill and over rocks as fast as on the level. And if by chance you shoot one down and surely think he’s dead, sir, The first you know he’s on his horse and pushing on ahead, sir! [repeat chorus] Then on “Ham’s Fork” they camped awhile saying “Wait a little longer. ‘Til Johnston and his crew come up and make us a little stronger. Then we’ll go on, take Brigham Young and Heber his companion,” That is, I mean, they would have done, but for fear of Echo Canyon. [repeat chorus] Now Uncle Sam, take my advice, you’d better stay at home, sir! You’ll need your money and your men to defend your rights at home, sir! But if per chance you need some help, the Mormons will be kind, sir. They helped you once and will again, that is, if they’ve a mind, sir! [repeat chorus]

Lyrics: ‘Twas a calm still night and the moon’s pale light Shone soft o’er hill and vale, When friends mute with grief stood around the death bed Of my poor lost Lilly Dale. Chorus Oh! Lilly, sweet Lilly, dear Lilly Dale, Now the wild rose blooms o’er her little green grave ‘Neath the trees in the flow’ry vale. Her cheeks that once glowed with the rose tint of health By the hand of disease had turn’d pale, And the death damp was on the pure white brow Of my poor lost Lilly Dale. [repeat chorus] “I go,” she said, “to the land of rest,” And ere my strength shall fail, I must tell you where, near my own loved home, You must lay poor Lilly Dale. [repeat chorus] ‘Neath the chestnut tree, where the wild flowers grow, And the stream ripples forth thro’ the vale, Where the birds shall warble their songs in spring, There lay poor Lilly Dale. [repeat chorus]

Lyrics: Let us pause in life’s pleasures, and count its many years. While we all sup sorrow with the poor; There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears: Oh, hard times, come again no more. Chorus ‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary. Hard times, hard times, come again no more; Many days you have linger’d around my cabin door. Oh, hard times, come again no more. While we seek mirth and beauty, and music light and gay, There are frail forms fainting at the door; Tho’ their voices are silent their pleading looks will say: Oh, hard times, come again no more. [repeat chorus] ‘Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, With a wail that is heard upon the shore; ‘Tis a dirge that is murmur’d around the lonely grave: Oh, hard times, come again no more. [repeat chorus] Oh, hard times, come again no more.

Lyrics: Ode to the Pioneers How dear to my heart are the Pioneer mem’ries. The yellow sunflowers that swayed in the breeze. The willows that grew by the stream running gaily, A morning wild sage and the cottonwood tree. The oxen were yoked to the plow bright and early, The children assisted in planting the corn. How peaceful the valley, how purple the mountains, How happy the hearts of those brave Pioneers. The Father had led them through trials and troubles, Through wrongs and through hardships, through heartaches and tears. To the mountains He led them and gave of His wisdom, They planted the seed and the harvest they earned. They toiled and they trusted, His blessing was promised, And faith in their bosoms unceasingly burned. We’ll sing of their courage, their faith, their endurance, Our voices we’ll raise to the blue arching sky. Our hearts swell with gladness, we honor their memory, We love them the more with each year passing by. All honor and glory, stout hearts of our fathers, Toil hardened their hands in the battle for bread. What words can express to them our admiration, Dear Pioneer Parents both living and dead. All glory and honor, belov’d Pioneer.

Lyrics: The Upper California, Oh, that’s the land for me! It lies between the mountains and the great Pacific Sea. The Saints can be supported there, And taste the sweets of liberty. In Upper California, Oh, that’s the land for me! Oh, that’s the land for me! Oh, that’s the land for me! In fancy I feel now the breeze softly blowing, And hear the birds singing today newly born. We’ll go and lift our standard. We’ll go there and be free. We’ll go to California And have our Jubilee. A land that blooms with beauty rare, A land of life and liberty. With flocks and herds abounding, Oh, that’s the land for me! Oh, that’s the land for me! Oh, that’s the land for me! We’ll burst off all our fetters And break the Gentile yoke. For long it has beset us, But now it shall be broke. No more shall Jacob bow the neck; Henceforth he shall be great and free In Upper California. Oh, that’s the land for me! Oh, that’s the land for me! Oh, that’s the land for me! Our tow’rs and temples there shall rise Along the great Pacific Sea. In Upper California. Oh, that’s the land for me! Oh, that’s the land for me! Oh, that’s the land for me!

Lyrics: Upon the hill he turned, To take a last fond look Of the valley and the village church and the cottage by the brook. He listened to the sounds so familiar to his ear, And the soldier leaned upon his sword, And wiped away a tear. Beside a cottage porch a girl had knelt in prayer. She held aloft a snowy scarf, Which fluttered in the air; She breathed a sigh for him, a prayer he could not hear, But he paused to bless her as she knelt and wiped away a tear. He turned and left the spot, Oh, do not think him weak, For dauntless was the soldier’s heart, Though tears were on his cheek. Go watch the foremost ranks in danger’s dark career, Be sure the hand most daring there Has wiped away a tear.