Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I'd like to say that this next tune is about one of the most beautiful of jazz ballads and also one of the most recorded of the jazz ballads.
And about three years ago, Thelonious Monk asked me to write some special lyrics for his wonderful selection.
And at this time, I'm going to sing them, but I'm going to feature the cats in the group on this.
And first of all, will be Clark Terry, then Johnny Griffin and Horace Pollan.
And it's a wonderful little thing by Thelonious Monk called Comme ça du midsole, in English, A Roundabout Midnight.
A Roundabout Midnight
A Roundabout Midnight
A Roundabout Midnight
A Roundabout Midnight
And the stars come out to show their magic
That's the time you feel so lonesome
It's so strange and it's blue
When it's midnight
There are those whose dreams they're shattered
Mama
Some who search in vain for long
Mama
Some who walk the city's canyons
Hoping they'll get one more chance
When your life seems it's not worth living
And the world seems it's unforgiving
Now I have to go back to the old days

I have found
Traveling around
It's often been told
Don't lose your soul
There may be a new tomorrow
Baby
You may find the love to hold you spellbound
Then you'll always be so happy
When old midnight comes around
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music

Music
Music

When your life seems it's not worth living
And the world seems it's unforgiving
Now I have found
Traveling around
It's often been told
Don't lose your soul
There may be a new tomorrow
Baby, you may find the love
To hold you spellbound
Then you'll always be so happy
When old midnight
Comes
Creeping round your house