album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 3
You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning ’round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew
And I find the [...]
album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 3
A cigarette that bears a lipstick’s traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground’s painted swings
These [...]
album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 3
INTRO:
In the hustle of the day, we’re all inclined to miss
Little things that mean so much
A word, a smile, and a kiss
When a woman loves a man, he’s a hero in her eyes
And a hero he can always be if he’ll [...]
album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 3
Two heads together are better than one in rainy or sunny weather
The outlook can’t be a glum one when there’s someone who cares
Just when you’re sinking without a straw in sight
Someone starts thinking and everything’s all right
Birds of a feather can [...]
album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 3
Why shouldn’t I take a chance when romance passes by?
Why shouldn’t I know of love?
Why wait around when each age has a sage who has sung
That upon this earth love is all that is really worth thinking of?
It must be fun, [...]
album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 3
One love will never die as long as I live,
One love will satisfy the stars that I give
One dream that only you inspire
Is the dream I pursue with all my desire.
How sweet the way you play upon my heart strings,
How strange [...]
album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 3
And when she holds my hand, mmmm, mmmm
And I will understand, mmmm, mmmm.
One kiss afire with one desire, a heavenly kiss could I resist?
And then I turn the light, mmmm, mmmm.
And then she hold me tight, mmmm, mmmm.
One kiss one fond [...]
album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 3
The moon was yellow, and the night was young.
A smile brought us together, and I was wond’ring whether
We’d meet again someday.
The moon was yellow, and a song was sung.
That vocal inspiration gave me the inclination
To give my heart away.
Here we are! [...]
album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 3
Where is my old school teacher? I don’t remember her name.
With a dunce cap, I was always her feature, I loved her just the same.
She stood by through my childhood, like small town school teachers do.
At some little school house here [...]
album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 3
Where do you live? in a brown-stone or an apartment house, a thousand feet tall?
Where do you live? in a penthouse? well, to be honest, I don’t envy you at all.
‘Cause I have a house, far from the city, it may [...]
