The poets say that all who love are blind. But I'm in love and I know what time it is. The good book says go seek and ye shall find. Well, I have sought and my what a climb it is My life is just
. Could that boy do, something rash. . Oh bobby darin, and louis armstrong. They made a record, oh but they did. And now ella, ella, and her fellas. Were making a wreck, what a wreck. Of mack the
I never cared much for moonlit skies. I never wink back at fireflies. But now that the stars are in your eyes. I'm beginning to see the light. . I never went in for afterglow. Or candlelight on
Baby, take me down to Duke's Place. Wildest box in town is Duke's Place. Love that piano sound in Duke's Place Saxes do their tricks in Duke's Place. Fellas swing their chicks in Duke's Place. Com
I never cared much for moonlit skies. I never wink back at fireflies. But now that the stars are in your eyes. I'm beginning to see the light. I never went in for afterglow. Or candlelight on
You must take the "A" train. To go to Sugar Hill, way up in Harlem. If you miss the "A" train. You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem. . Hurry, get on, now it's coming. Listen to
Perdido,. I look for my heart. It`s perdido. I lost it way down in Torito. The day the fiesta started. . Bolero,. I sway that they play the Bolero. I kissed me the listing sombrero. And that
All too soon we had to part. The moment you had touched my heart. And with you went my dream. All too soon All too sweet, was our affair. And you put all the sweetness there. What a shame that
Funny the way I feel now. Can't keep my feet on the ground. Everything seems unreal now. When you're not around Day Dream. Why do you haunt me so?. Deep in a rosy glow. The face of my love you
All too soon. We had to part. The moment you had touched my heart. And with you went my dream. All too soon. . All too sweet. Was our affair. And you put all the sweetness there. What a
Night and stars that above shine so bright. The magic of their fading light. That shines upon our caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep. Across the sand so I may keep. This mem'ry of our
I am lost in meditation. And my reverie brings you back to me. For in my imagination. Love has lingered on as though you'd never gone This is just a dream that cannot last. When the magic of this
Ain't got the change of a nickel. Ain't got no bounce in my shoes. Ain't go no fancy to tickle. I ain't got nothing but the blues Ain't got no coffee that's perking. Ain't got no winnings to lose
I Got A Guy. Chick Webb & his Orchestra. v_Ella Fitzgerald (1937). . I got a guy. He don't dress me in sable. He looks nothing like Gable. But he's mine. And I think he's too divine. I got a
