What a diff'rence a day made. Twenty-four little hours. Brought the sun and the flowers. Where there used to be rain. My yesterday was blue, dear. Today I'm part of you, dear.
There is someone walking behind you,. Turn around, look at me.. There is someone watching your footsteps,. Turn around, look at me. There is someone who really needs you,.
Them that's got shall have. Them that's not shall lose. So the Bible said and it still is news. Mama may have, Papa may have. But God bless the child that's got his own.
From a whisper in the wind. To a loud scream. The message came. That I'd lost you. To the warmth of another man. . I've seen more tears fall from your eyes.
Standing in the rain. I can feel a cold chill. Up and down my back. And if it keeps falling down. I'll be out here. Till my baby's back. . Stumblin' thorough the city.
This is the end of a beautiful friendship,. It ended a moment ago.. This is the end of a beautiful friendship,. I know,. 'Cause your eyes told me so..
No dia em que eu apareci no mundo. Juntou uma porção de vagabundo da orgia. De noite teve samba e batucada. Que acabou de madrugada em grossa pancadaria.
I hear these women raving 'bout their monkey men. About their trifling husbands and their no good friends. These poor women sit around all day and moan.
Oh I'd work for you, I'd slave for you,. I'd be a beggar or a knave for you! (what is a knave anyway?). If that isn't love it'll have to do. Until the real thing comes along..
Without a song the day would never end. Without a song the road would never bend. When things go wrong, a man ain't got a friend. Without a song. . That field of corn would never see a plow.
Indian meet pretty Maid out west. Make big talk and beat his chest. Promise marry girl first chance he gets. ten years go by they're not married yet!.
It was a most romantic interlude. And we were in a most romantic mood. Our hearts were lost in reverie. I only knew you were close to me. . The music stopped, but we were still dancing.
This love of mine goes on and on,. Though life is empty since you have gone.. You're always on my mind, though out of sight,. It's lonesome through the day,.
Like the beat, beat, beat,. Of the tom-tom;. When the jungle shadows fall,. Like the tick, tick, tock. Of the stately clock,. As it stands against the wall,.
South of the border down Mexico way. That's where I fell in love, where the stars above came out to play. And now as I wander my thoughts ever stray. South of the border down Mexico way.
And now the end is near. And so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear,. I'll state my case of which I'm certain.. . I've lived a life that's full,.
Start spreading the news. I'm leaving today. I want to be a part of it. New York, New York. These vagabond shoes are longing to stray. Right through the very heart of it.
When I was seventeen. It was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girls. And soft summer nights. We'd hide from the lights. On the village green.
I've got you under my skin. I've got you deep in the heart of me. So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me. Baby, under my skin. . I've tried so not to give in.
I never knew the charm of spring. I never met it face to face. I never knew my heart could sing. I never missed a warm embrace. . Till April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom.