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Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear To Tread)

By • Oct 6th, 2006

album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 8 Fools rush in where angels fear to tread And so I come to you my love, my heart above my head Though I see the danger there If there’s a chance for me, then I don’t care Fools rush in where wise men never go But wise men [...]



For Every Man There’s A Woman

By • Oct 6th, 2006

album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 8 For every man there’s a woman For every life there’s a plan And wise men know it was ever so Since the world began, woman was made for man Where is she, where is the woman for me? For every prince there’s a princess For every Joe there’s [...]



Ever Homeward

By • Oct 6th, 2006

album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 8 Ever homeward, ever homeward, yearns the weary rover, Ever homeward, ever homeward, till the journey’s over. Warm embraces and friendly faces, saying welcome home, Let me lie there ‘neath the sky there, never more to roam. Ever homeward, ever homeward, yearns the weary rover. Ever homeward, over homeward, [...]



Body And Soul

By • Oct 6th, 2006

album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 8 My heart is sad and lonely For you I sigh, for you, dear, only Why haven’t you seen it? I’m all for you, body and soul I spend my days in longin’ And wond’ring why it’s me you’re wrongin’ I tell you, I mean it I’m all for [...]



But None Like You

By • Oct 6th, 2006

album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 8 The world is full of people, but none like you, They’re ordinary people, but none like you. How far away is yesterday before you came along. It seemed to be just a dream to me, until you proved here on. The lanes are full of lovers, but none [...]



Catana

By • Oct 6th, 2006

album: The Columbia Years, 1943-1952, Vol. 8 Catana, what goddess gave you the name That has this heart of mine so aflame? Tell me, Catana, what heaven gave you your eyes? What elfin fiddler plays for your sighs? Fashioned of Venus, that is your form and your face, Two clinging vines for arms, hold me [...]