– Autumn Leaves –
Originally "Les Feuilles Mortes" by Jacques Prévert, 1945, English lyrics by Johnny Mercer, 1947, music by Joseph Kosma, classic bilingual version 1950 by Piaf

Bm7 . . . . .G . . A . . . . . . . . Dj7 . . G
The falling leaves  drift by the window
. . . . . . . . . .Em7 . F#7 . . . . . . .Bm7
The autumn leaves     of red and gold
Bm7 . . . . .G . . A . . . . . . . . Dj7 . . G
I see your lips,     the summer kisses
. . . . . . . . . . . . .Em7 . F#7 . . . . . . .Bm7
The sun-burned hands       I used to hold

. . . . . . . . .F# . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Bm
Since you went away the days grow long
. . . . . . . . . . .A . . . . . . . . . . .Dj7
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
. . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . F#7 . . Bm7
But I miss you most of all my darling
. . . . . Em7 . . F#7 . . . . . . .Bm
When autumn leaves start to fall

C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi, tu m'aimais et je t'aimais
Nous vivions tous, les deux ensemble
Toi qui m'aimais moi qui t'aimais

Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis
– The Girl from Ipanema –
music by Antonio Carlos Jobim
English lyrics by Norman Gimbel
Portuguese lyrics by Vinícius de Moraes, 1962

Fj7
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
. . . G6
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
. . . . Gm7 . . . . . . . . . . . . .F#7
And when she passes, each one she passes goes,
Fj7 . . . . F#7 . . Fj7
“Ahhh…”

When she walks, it’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes, “Ahhh…” {no F#7 leading to bridge}

F#j7 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . B9
Oh, but he watches so sadly -
Fm9 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D9
How can he tell her he loves her?
Gm9 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Eb9
Yes, he would give his heart gladly,
. . . . . . .Am7 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Ab7
But each day when she walks to the sea,
. . . .Gm7 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . F#7
She looks straight ahead – not at he…

Fj7
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
. . . G6
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
. . . . Gm7 . . . . . . . . . . . .F#7
And when she passes, he smiles,
. . . . . . . . . . . .Fj7
but she doesn’t see…

{Repeat bridge and last verse, adding:}
F#7 . . . . . . . . .Fj7 . . F#7 etc
She just doesn’t see…
No, she doesn’t see…
She just doesn’t see…
– Swingin Shepherd Blues –
Words & Music by Rhoda Roberts, Kenny Jacobson & Moe Koffman
Rec by Moe Koffman, 1957

E6 . . . . . . E slide
A - long a  moun - tain pass
E6 . . . . . E slide
There is a patch of grass
E6 . . . . . . E slide . . . . . . . . . . . . . E7
Where the swingin' shepherd plays a tune;
. . . . A . .  . . . . Bb- . A
His sheep nev -   er    stray,
A . . . . . . . Bb- .A
Danc - in'    all   day
Em . . . . . E . . . . . . . . . . D7 . Eb7 . E7
Until they see the pale and yel - low moon,
. . . . . . . . . .F#7 . . . . .B7
And then he leads  his  flock
. . . . . . . . . . . . F#7 . . . B7
And homeward they all rock
. . . . . . E . E7 . . . A.Am . A2
To the tune of the swingin' shepherd blues.


Come home, shep - herd,

Play those haunt - ing trills;

Come   home,  shep - herd,

Let it ech - o through the hills,

The swing - in' shep - herd       blues.