Inside I’m Singing Copy

NOCTURNE
Special guest: Anne Takle

Now, let the day
Just slip away
So the dark night may watch over you
Velvet, blue
Silent, true
It embraces your heart and your soul
Nocturne

Never cry – never sigh
You don’t have to wonder why
Always be – always see
Come and dream the night with me
Nocturne

Have no fear
When the night draws near
And fills you with dreams and desire
Like a child asleep
So warm, so deep
You will find me there waiting for you
Nocturne

We will fly – claim the sky
We don’t have to wonder why
Always see – always be
Come and dream the night with me
Nocturne

Though darkness lay
It will give way
When the dark night delivers the day
Nocturne

THANK YOU
Special guest: Peter Jöback

If I lived to be a thousand years,
If I ruled the world – its hemispheres,
I could not repay the love you brought my way,
So, I want to say it now –
to thank you for each day you gave me.

Thank you for the Mondays,
Saturdays and Sundays,
Everyday, the whole year through;
thank you for the fun days,
All the number-one days,
Battles-to-be-won days, too;
I just want to say it,
Thank you for each day with… you.

We have just one life to seize the day,
We only have what time there is to say…
’n’ do what we must do, express our gratitude,
So, I want to say it and sing it now to you.

Thank you for the Mondays,
Saturdays and Sundays,
Everyday, the whole year through;
Thank you for the fun days,
All the number-one days,
Battles-to-be-won days, too;
I just want to say it,
thank you for each day with… you

At the close of every day,
When I close my eyes to pray,
All I need to do, is just to think of you…
Then, all I need to say… is…

Thank you for the Mondays,
Saturdays and Sundays,
Everyday the whole year through;
Thank you for the fun days,
All those number-one days,
Battles-to-be-won days, too;
I just want to say it,
Thank you for each day with… you.

THE THINGS YOU ARE TO ME
Special guest: Elaine Paige

If I held in my hand, every grain of sand,
Since time first began to be,
Still, I could never count, measure the amount,
Of all the things you are to me.

If I could paint the sky, hang it out to dry,
I would want the sky to be…
Oh, such a grand design, an everlasting sign,
Of all the things you are to me.

You are the song that comes on summer winds,
You are the falling year that autumn brings;
You are the wonder and the mystery –
In everything I see the things you are to me.

Sometimes, I wake at night, suddenly take fright,
You might be just fantasy,
But then you reach for me and, once again I see,
All the things you are to me.

You are the song that comes on summer winds,
You are the falling year that autumn brings;
You are the wonder and the mystery –
In everything I see the things you are to me.

You are the song that comes on summer winds,
You are the falling year that autumn brings;
You are the wonder and the mystery –
In everything I see the things you are to me.

All the things you are… to me.

IF CAME THE HOUR
Special guest: Tommy Körberg

If came the hour, if came the day,
If came the year, when you went away;
How could I live, I’d surely die,
What would life be if you said ‘goodbye’ ?

How would I laugh, how could I love,
Could I believe in a God above?
How would I hope, how could I pray,
If came the hour, if came the day?

But you are here, lying beside me,
I watch you breathe, each rise and fall,
Without you near then there would be,
Nothing at all.

If, in this world, all things must pass,
And we must raise the parting glass,
No words would ever come what could I say,
If came the hour, if came the day?

There’d be no music in my soul,
How could I dance – no you to hold?
How could I hear the violin?
There’d be no song I could ever sing.

But you are here, lying beside me,
I watch you breathe, each rise and fall,
Without you near then there would be,
Nothing at all.

Now you awake, the dawn sweeps in,
I touch your mouth, I touch your skin;
How would I live, if you should go away,
If came the hour, if came the day?

How would I live if you should go away,
If came the hour, if came the day…
If came the hour, if came the day?

THEME FROM THE
MERMAID CHAIR
(Instrumental)

SOMETIMES A PRAYER WILL DO
Special guest: Tracey Campbell

Sometimes we stumble,
Sometimes we even fall,
And we can’t find a friend,
Can’t comprehend it all;
And we are lost,
With nothing to hold on to,
When we can’t find the answer,
Sometimes a prayer will do.

And though we wonder,
Uncertain if we will get through,
To face the future,
Sometimes a prayer will do.

Sometimes we reach,
For what’s not really there,
Sometimes we lose our grip,
Come tumbling through mid-air,
And we are searching,
For something to hold on to,
When we can’t find the answer,
Sometimes a prayer will do.

And though we wonder,
Uncertain if we will get through,
To face the future,
Sometimes a prayer will do.

Then, we are stronger,
Somehow we know we will get through,
To face the future,
Sometimes a prayer will do.

Yeah, we are stronger,
Somehow we know we will get through,
To face the future,
Sometimes a prayer will do.

Sometimes a prayer will do.

SONG FOR A STORMY NIGHT
Special guest: Steinar Albrigtsen

The rain beats hard at my window,
While you, so softly do sleep;
And you can’t hear the cold wind blow,
You are sleeping so deep.

Outside it’s dark, the moon hiding,
By starlight only I see,
The host of the night-time go riding,
But you are safe here with me.

So, while the world out there is sleeping,
And everyone wrapped up so tight,
Oh, I am a vigil here keeping,
On this stormy night;
I promised I always would love you,
If skies would be grey or be blue,
I whisper this prayer now above you,
That there will always be you.

Sometimes, we’re just like the weather,
Changing by day after day,
As long as we’ll be together,
Storms will pass away.

I said I would guard and protect you,
Keep you free from all harm;
And if life should ever reject you,
That love would weather each storm.

So, while the world out there is sleeping,
And everyone wrapped up so tight,
Oh, I am a vigil here keeping,
On this stormy night;
I promised I always would love you,
If skies would be grey or be blue,
I whisper this prayer now above you,
That there will always be you.

Soon, I know you’ll be waking,
Ask did I sleep – did I write?
And I’ll just say I was making…
A song…for a stormy night.

I’VE DREAMED OF YOU
Special guest: Barbra Streisand

I’ve dreamed of you
Always feeling you were there
And all my life
I have searched for you ev’rywhere
I caught your smile
In the morning sun
I heard your whisper on the breeze at night
I prayed one day
That your arms would hold me tight

And just when I
Thought love had passed me by we met
That first look
In your eyes I can’t forget
You melted me
With your tender touch
I felt all fear and sorrow slip away
Now here we stand
Hand in hand this blessed day

I promise you
As I give to you my heart
That nothing
In this world shall keep us apart
Come happily
Ever after be
The man I’ll love until the very end
I’ve dreamed of you
My great love and my best friend

Now God must know
How I love you so
He’s blessed us here today
As man and wife
Come dream with me
As I have dreamed of you
All my life
Come dream with me
As I have dreamed of you
All my life

DID I NOT LOVE YOU
Special guest: Peter Corry

Did I not love you,
Before this lifetime?
Did you not hear,
My music in your soul?
Did I not need you,
Beyond forever?
And now I’ll leave you…
Not for ever more.

The widest ocean,
I have crossed over,
No boat did I row,
But love to carry me;
I have been ever,
In constant motion,
I have been finding you,
Eternally.

And I’ve been travelling,
Throughout the ages,
Down through the pages,
Of history;
Just for this moment,
This timeless moment,
This wondrous moment…
Of you and me.

Did I not love you,
Before this lifetime?
Did you never hear,
My music in your soul?
Did I not need you,
Beyond forever?
And now I’ll leave you…
Not for ever more

Did I not need you,
Beyond forever?
And now I’ll leave you…
Not for ever more…

And I will leave you…
Not for ever more

SIMPLY YOU
Special guest: Niamh Kavanagh

You’re not alpha not omega,
You’re not New York – you’re not Vegas…simply you;
You’re not major, you’re not minor,
You’re not LA, you’re much finer…simply you.

I can’t paint it, I can’t play it,
!ere’s no other way to say it…simply you;
I don’t care who comprehends it,
My whole world begins and ends with…simply you.

You’re my train from every station,
You’re my final destination…simply you;
When I’m losing, when I’m winning,
You’re in every song I’m singing…simply you.

I can’t paint it, I can’t play it,
!ere’s no other way to say it…simply you;
I don’t care who comprehends it,
My whole world begins and ends with…simply you.

You’re the dance and you’re the dancer,
You’re the call and you’re the answer…simply you;
I don’t mean to overstate it,
!ere’s no need to complicate it…simply you.

I can’t paint it, I can’t play it,
!ere’s no other way to say it…simply you;
I don’t care who comprehends it,
My whole world begins and ends with…simply you…

I don’t care who comprehends it,
My whole world begins and ends with…simply you…
Simply you…

MY LAND
Special guest: Espen Grjotheim

How green are your valleys, how blue your great skies,
Your mountains stand tall in their glory;
Your rivers run free – the bright stars are your eyes,
Your beauty is endless before me.

For you are the song ever singing in me,
And you are the heart ever true;
For you are my land and you always will be,
The voice ever calling me home to you.

When to your green valleys some day I return,
When you lay your mantle around me;
At rest I will be where the heart will not yearn,
Then my land will ever surround me.

For you are the song ever singing in me,
And you are the heart ever true;
For you are my land and you always will be,
The voice ever calling me home to you.

The voice ever calling me…home to you.

SORTIE (Instrumental)

YOU RAISE ME UP
Special guest: Brian Kennedy

When I am down and oh my soul so weary,
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong when I am on your shoulders,
You raise me up to more than I can be.

There is no life, no life without its hunger,
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes I think I glimpse eternity.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong when I am on your shoulders,
You raise me up to more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains,
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong when I am on your shoulders,

You raise me up to more than I can be.
You raise me up to more than I can be.