album: In The Wee Small Hours 1955 (A)
What is this thing called love?
This funny thing called love?
Just who can solve its mystery
And why should it make a fool of me?
I saw you there one wonderful day
But you took my heart and you threw my heart away.
That’s why I ask [...]
album: In The Wee Small Hours 1955 (A)
In the wee small hours of the morning,
While the whole wide world is fast asleep,
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never, ever think of counting sheep.
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson,
You’d be hers if only she would call,
In [...]
album: In The Wee Small Hours 1955 (A)
I’ll never be the same, stars have lost their meaning for me,
I’ll never be the same, nothing’s what it once used to be,
And when the sun-birds that sing tell me it’s spring,
I can’t believe their song, once love was king, but kings [...]
