YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY. Writers Harry Warren, Johnny Mercer. . You must have been a beautiful baby, you must have been a wonderful child . . . When you were only startin' to go to kindergarten I bet you drove the little boys wild! An' when it came to winning blue ribbons, you must have shown the other kids how . . . I can see the judge's eyes as they handed you the prize I bet you made the cutest bow! Oh!, You must have been a beautiful baby, 'cause baby look at you now Does your dad appreciate that you are merely great? Does your mother realize you're such a treat for the eyes? You must have been a beautiful baby, you must have been a wonderful child . . . When you were only startin' to go to kindergarten I bet you drove the little boys wild! An' when it came to winning blue ribbons, you must have shown the other kids how . . . I can see the judge's eyes as they handed you the prize I bet you made the cutest bow! Oh!, You must have been a beautiful baby, 'cause baby look at you now . . . ( she's a cutie! ) baby look at you now . . ..
I cried a tear, you wiped it dry. I was confused, you cleared my mind. I sold my soul, you bought it back for me. And held me up and gave me dignity. Somehow you needed me.
I'm hearing funny stories and they're far from being true. But you know how talk gets around. Those busy tongues are wagging saying I walked out on you.
Buy yourself a cottage with a picket fence around. High upon the hilltop a few miles out from town. Wrap yourself in loneliness and try to have a ball.
Born in the heat of the desert. My mother died giving me life. Deprived of the love of a father. Blamed for the loss of his wife. . You know Lord I've been in a prison.
You can't be true dear there's nothing more to say. I trusted you dear hoping we find the way. Your kisses tell me that you and I are through. But I'll keep loving you although you can't be true.
ou don't need me anymore you're not a girl out in the cold. Searching for someone to care reaching for a hand to hold. . Someone to turn to until your heart was well again.
Your walls are lines with pictures of your triumphs through the years. Your doors is bolted tight against all wordly want and fear. But you left your passion and your pain with your first love back in school.
YOU BELONG TO ME. Writers Pee Wee King, Chilton Price, Redd Stewart. . See the pyramids along the Nile Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle Just remember, darling, all the while You belong to me. See the marketplace in old Algiers Send me photographs and souvenirs But remember when a dream appears You belong to me. I'll be so alone without you Maybe you'll be lonesome too---and blue Fly the ocean in a silver plane Watch the jungle when it's wet with rain Just remember till you're home again You belong to me.
You are so beautiful to me. You are so beautiful to me. Can't you see?. You're everything I hoped for. You're everything I need. You are so beautiful to me.
YESTERDAY'S MEMORIES. Writer Hank Cochran. . Yesterday's mem'ries won't let me go Goin' to the place where we used to park Just like always, it was still and dark But it was a little too much for my poor heart Yesterday's mem'ries tore me apart Today I walked down to that little caf where we used to go And I waited for our favourite booth The one we always sat in, not too long ago But when I sat down, tears began to flow Yesterday's mem'ries won't let me go Anymore, if there's anyone around I start to cry I just say, "Excuse me, but there's a mem'ry in my eye" Oh my friends, things were mine, they ought to be That I was happy with new arms wrapped around me But as I lied, I cried, and they could see Yesterday's mem'ries, got hold of me.
You always hurt the one you love the one you shouldn't turn at all. You always take the sweetest rose and crash it till the petals fall. . You always break the kindest heart with hasty words you can't recall.
YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG. Writers Charles Aznavour, Herbert Kretzmer. . Yesterday when I was young the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue. I teased at life as if it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame. The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned I always built alas on weak and shifting sand. I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day and only now I see how the years ran away. Yesterday when I was young so many drinking songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see. I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, I never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation I can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all. Yesterday the moon was blue and every crazy day brought something new to do. I used my magic age as if it were a wand and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond. The game of love I played with arrogance and pride and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died. The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away and only I am left on stage to end the play. There are so many songs in me that won't be sung; I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue. The time has come for me to pay for yesterday when I was young..
They gave him his orders at Monroe Virginia. Sayin' Steve you're way behind time. This is not '38 but this it's old '97. You must put her in Spencer on time.
Last night was the worst that I've gone through. Cause last night was the first without. I never felt so left alone. Called your house but you weren't home.
WOODEN HEART. Writers Benjamin Weisman, Fred Wise, Kay Twomey, Bert Kaempfert. . Can't you see I love you Please don't break my heart in two That's not hard to do 'Cause I don't have a wooden heart And if you say goodbye Then I know that I would cry Maybe I would die 'Cause I don't have a wooden heart There's no strings upon this love of mine It was always you from the start Treat me nice Treat me good Treat me like you really should 'Cause I'm not made of wood And I don't have a wooden heart.
Some day some old familiar rain will come along and know my name. And then my shelter will be gone and I'll have to move along. But till I do I'll stay awhile and track the hidden country of your smile.
With pen in hand. You sign your name. Today at five. I'll be on that train. And you'll be free. And I'll be alone. So alone. . If you think. We can't find the love we once knew.
Sing them over again to me wonderful words of life. Let me more of their beauty see wonderful words of life. Words of life and beauty teach me thinking beauty.
Sleigh bells ring are you listening in the lane snow is glistening. A beautiful sight we're happy tonight walking in the winter wonderland. . Gone away is the bluebird and here to stay is a new bird.