KUNZ -- Piano medley No. D 95 -- starting with "WHY IS IT", followed by "I'LL STRING ALONG WITH YOU", "MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY (I LOVE YOU)" (SIDE A), "DOWN IN THE GLEN", "A ROSE IN A GARDEN OF WEEDS", and "IS IT TOO LATE?"

Speranza


Why Is It? -- Kramer*, Whitney*



You may not be an angel
Cause angels are so few
But until the day that one comes along
I'LL STRING ALONG WITH YOU
I'm looking for an angel
To sing my love song to
And until the day that one comes along
I'll sing my song to you
For every little fault that you have
Say I've got three or four
The human little faults you do have
Just make me love you more
You may not be an angel
But still I'm sure you'll do
So until the day that one comes along
I'll string along with you. Dubin/Warren


Monday, Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, I love you.
January, February, into March and April,
Same way too.
May, June and July, I never let a day go by
Without a kiss for you to remember
Just in case you go away in August or September
In October and November, Not to mention cold December
I love you.
Hmm Hmm.
Though another year has gone I’m ready for the next one too
Every single second, every minute, every hour, all the whole year through,
Monday, Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, I love you.
HER:
Monday, Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, I love you.
HIM: (Spoken)
I’m listening, Honey
HER: (Sung)
January, February, into March and April,
HIM: (Spoken)
And then?
HER: (SUNG)
Same way too.
May, June and July, I never let a day go by
HIM: (Spoken)
Why, that’s nice
HER: (Sung)
Without a kiss for you to remember
In case you go away in August or September
HIM: (Sung)
In October and November,
HER: (Sung)
Not to mention cold December
BOTH: (Sung)
I love you.
HER: (Sung)
Though another year has gone I’m ready for the next one too
HIM: (Spoken)
Now that really registers, dear.
BOTH: (Sung)
Every single second, every minute, every hour,
HER: (Sung)
All the whole year through,
BOTH: (Sung)
Monday, Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, I love you.
Ross Parker


Twilight is softly falling as the sun sinks in the West, The one I love is calling, "Shepherd, come home to rest." At hush of even-tide, O'er the hills beyond the Clyde, I go roaming to my heaven, Down in the Glen Though humble it may be, There an angel waits for me, In that lonely little heaven, Down in the glen. Across the moonlit heather, My lassie calls as I roam, 'Tis soon we'll be together In that heaven we call "home". The sheep are in the fold, And there's peace worth more than gold, For that shepherd in that heaven, Down in the glen.
Gordon*, Connor*


JUST A ROSE IN A GARDEN OF WEEDS
No-one knows why they planted you there.
Although you're alone
How sweet you have grown
With no-one to tend you, or care.
Never mind, little rose, never mind,
'Though you're lonely, and nobody care,
When the light sheds a dew
It's a tear shed for you,
Just a rose in a garden of weeds.
David*, Saxe*

Is It Too Late? Written-By – Towers*, White*