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..
And now the purple dusk of twilight time. Steals across the meadows of my heart. High up in the sky the little stars climb. Always reminding me that we're apart.
You know the feeling of something half remembered. Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well. You know the feeling of recognizing someone.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
A Portrait of Jennie. More precious to me. Than a masterpiece how ever famous it be. . The portrait of Jennie. Is etched on my heart. Where her features have been sketched from the start.
Once in a while will you try to give. One little thought to me. Though someone else may be. Nearer your heart?. . Once in a while will you dream. Of the moments I shared with you.
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you. Embrace me, you irreplaceable you. . Just one look at you. My heart grew tipsy in me. You and you alone. Bring out the gypsy in me.
Lullaby of birdland, that's what I. Always hear when you sigh. Never in my wordland. Could there be ways to reveal. In a phrase how I feel. . Have you ever heard two turtle doves.
Love is a many splendored thing. It's the April rose that only grows in the early Spring. Love is nature's way of giving a reason to be living. The golden crown that makes a man a king.
You know the feeling of something half remembered. Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well. You know the feeling of recognizing someone.
Jim doesn't ever bring me pretty flowers. Jim never tries to cheer my lonely hours. Don't know why I'm so crazy for Jim. . Jim never tells me I'm his heart's desire.