Promises - Baby it's you (1978)

Promises (Canada)

Baby it's you

Year: 1978

Chart history
Highest position	Country
#1	New Zealand
#2	Australia, Sweden
#3	South Africa
#4	Germany
#11	Switzerland
#12	Belgium
#17	Netherlands

You're here with me now but you're saying
You don't want me any more
You're holding me now but you're saying
You can't see me no no more
You whisper good-bye then cling tighter to me
I can't take no more.

Baby it's you
Who makes me feel the way that you do
You know I can't forget you so soon
Baby it's you.

Running your fingers through my hair
But saying you care no more
You're kissing my ear with a heart chilling
Breath that you can't no more
Laying beside me with legs all around me
I care no more oh no.

Baby it's you
Who makes me do the things that I do
You know I can't cast aside you so soon
Baby it's you.

Changing the show
Adding dramatics to help love grow
Your heart is your life
Cut it carefully with your knife
Don't leave the world
Stay right here
Don't make don't make anything rough.

Baby it's you
Who makes me feel the way that you do
You know I can't forget you so soon
Baby it's you.

Baby it's you
Who makes me do the things that I do
You know I can't cast aside you so soon
Baby it's you.
Watching the pretty flowers grow
Never again no summer

Leonard Cohen - Take this waltz (1986)

Leonard Cohen (Canada)

Take this waltz

Year: 1986

Chart history
Highest position	Country
#6	Finland
#14	Spain

Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

I, I-I-I
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws

Oh, I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lilly
In some hallway where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

I, I-I-I
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?

I, I-I-I
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz, it's been dying for years

There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lillies of snow

I, I-I-I
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now, it's all that there is

(La-la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
(La-la-la, la-la-la)

Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (1974)

Gordon Lightfoot (Canada)

Sundown

Year: 1974

Chart history
Highest position	Country
#1	Canada, South Africa, USA
#4	Australia
#14	Ireland
#16	Netherlands
#30	Germany
#33	Great Britain

I can see her lyin' back in her satin dress
In a room where ya do what ya don't confess
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you bin creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you bin creepin' 'round my back stairs

She's bin lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain

I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her lovin' is your first mistake
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you bin creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again

I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans
She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you bin creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you bin creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again

Dalbello - Tango (1987)

Dalbello (Canada)

Tango

Year: 1987

Chart history
Highest position	Country
#13	Netherlands
#15	Belgium
#19	Switzerland
#43	Germany

Your arms
Rest upon my shoulders
You're hynotized
Never try to break my stare
Put your mouth on mine
Your back arch low
Your skin feels tight
A sudden urge within
Pulsate pulsate
You and i begin
To Tango skin to skin
Feel the drama rise
Look deep into my eyes
Let's Tango, we Tango
Let the rythmn spin you
Feel it deep within you
Let's Tango, Let's Tango
Let's Tango
We Tango
You and me Tango !
Tango ! Tango !
I trace
Your figure in the darkness
Your bodyheat
Breathing deep in danger
Wrap your fingertips
'Round the back of my neck
Your eyes shut tight
My cigarette tastes sweet
Heartbeat heartbeat
You and i begin
To Tango skin to skin
Whisper till we scream
Our shadows in the moonbeam
Let's Tango, we Tango
Surrender your alarm
And fall into my arms
Let's Tango, Let's Tango
Let's Tango
We Tango
You and me Tango !
Tango ! Tango !
When the rythmn's real slow
And our bodies feel close
You wanna put your mouth on mine
Wanna put your mouth on mine
Feel the drama rise
Look deep into my eyes