About the Song

(I Just Can’t Help) Believing is a song written by Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil. It was first recorded by B.J. Thomas in 1970 and released as the B-side of his single “No Love at All.” The song became a surprise hit, reaching number nine on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and topping the Easy Listening chart. It has since been covered by many artists, including Elvis Presley, Glen Campbell, and Neil Diamond.

B.J. Thomas’s version of “(I Just Can’t Help) Believing” is a classic example of pop-gospel. The song’s lyrics are simple but powerful, expressing a message of hope and faith. Thomas’s vocals are soulful and soaring, perfectly capturing the song’s emotional message. The song’s arrangement is lush and dramatic, with a swelling orchestra and choir that builds to a rousing crescendo.

“(I Just Can’t Help) Believing” has been used in a variety of films and television shows, including “The Karate Kid” and “Touched by an Angel”. It has also been performed at many major events, including the Super Bowl and the World Series. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its universal message of hope and inspiration.

B.J. Thomas was an American singer-songwriter who had a successful career in both country and pop music. He was born Billy Joe Thomas in Hugo, Oklahoma, in 1942. Thomas began his career as a gospel singer, and he released his first album, “Billy Joe Thomas Sings”, in 1966. He signed with Scepter Records in 1968, and he released his first pop single, “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry,” the following year. The song was a major hit, reaching number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.

Thomas’s success continued with a string of hit singles, including “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head,” “Hooked on a Feeling,” and “(I Just Can’t Help) Believing.” He also released several successful albums, including “Everybody’s Out of Town” and “The Way I See It”. Thomas won five Grammy Awards during his career, and he was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 2014.

B.J. Thomas died on May 29, 2021, at the age of 78. He was a talented singer and songwriter who left a lasting legacy on the music world. His songs will continue to inspire and uplift listeners for generations to come.

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Lyrics: I Just Can’t Help Believing

I just can’t help believing
When she smiles up soft and gentle,
With a trace of misty morning,
And a promise of tomorrow in her eyes…And I just can’t help believing
When she’s lying close beside me
And my heart beats with the rhythm of her sigh…

This time the girl is gonna stay
This time the girl is gonna stay…
For more than just a day

I just can’t help believing
When she slips her hand in my hand
And it feels so small and helpless
That my fingers fold around it like a glove…

And I just can’t help believing
When she’s whispering her magic
And her tears are shining honey sweet with love…

This time the girl is gonna stay (This time the girl is gonna stay)
This time the girl is gonna stay…
For more than just a day

For more than just a day…
(I just can’t help believing…)

 

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