Yesterday. All my troubles seemed so far away. Now it seems as though they're here to stay. Oh I believe in yesterday. . Suddenly. I'm not half the man I used to be.
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel. Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon.
We have all, the time in the world. Time enough for life. To unfold. All the prescious things. Love has in store. . We have all the love in the world.
All the world was right. When we met last night. I had always loved you it seems. . And I felt the fire. That old desire. That you kindle. In all of my dreams.
Vagabond shoes, why do you roam. Taking me, oh, so far from home?. Far from the hills and rippling stream. Chasing the crazy ghost of a dream.. . Vagabond shoes, you've gone astray..
Sometimes I wonder why I spend. The lonely night dreaming of a song. The melody haunts my reverie. And I am once again with you. . When our love was new.
I hear music when I look at you,. A beautiful theme of every. Dream I ever knew.. Down deep in my heart I hear it play.. I feel it start, then melt away..
They ask me how I knew. My true love was true. I, I of course replied. "Something here inside. Cannot be denied," oh no. . They said, "Someday you'll find.
One day we walked along the sand, one day in early spring. You held a piper in your hand to mend its broken wing. Now I'll remember many a day and many a lonely mile.
When I hear that Serenade in blue. I'm somewhere in another world, alone with you. Sharing all the joys we used to know. Many moons ago. . Once again your face comes back to me.
On the Street Where You Live. . Artist: Andy Williams (peak Billboard position # 28 in 1964). Words and Music by Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe. from the Broadway musical "My Fair Lady".
Night and day, you are the one. Only you beneath the moon and under the sun. Whether near me or far. It's no matter, darling, where you are. I think of you night and day, day and night.
It's not the pale moon that excites me. That thrills and delights me, oh no. It's just the nearness of you. . It isn't your sweet conversation. That brings this sensation, no, no, no, no, no.
My romance, doesn't need to have a moon in the sky. My romance, doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by. No month of May, no twinkling stars. No hideaway, no soft guitar.
The night is like a lovely tune. Beware, my foolish heart. How white, the ever constant moon. Take care, my foolish heart. . There's a line between love and fascination.
Moon River, wider than a mile. I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker. Wherever you're going I'm going your way. . Two drifters off to see the world.
The most beautiful sound I ever heard, Maria. Maria, Maria, Maria. All the beautiful sounds of the world in a single word, Maria. Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria.
In the blue of evening. When you appear close to me, dear one. There in that dusk we'll share a dream reverie. . In the blue of evening. While crickets call and stars are falling.
Din din din. Din din din. . Tall and tan and young and lovely. The girl from Ipanema goes walking. And when she passes, each one she passes. Goes ahh.
Gigi, am I a fool without a mind. Or have I merely been too blind to realize?. Oh Gigi, why you've been growin' up before my eyes?. . Gigi, you're not at all that funny awkward little girl I knew.