Maria.... . 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 . . ..
On every tree there sits a bird, singing a song of love. On every tree there sits a bird, and ev'ryone I ever heard. Could break my heart without a word singing a song of love.
The falling leaves drift by the window. The autumn leaves of red and gold. I see your lips, the summer kisses. The sunburned hand I used to hold. . Since you went away the days grow long.
You do something to me. Something that simply mystifies me. Tell me, why should it be. You have the power to hypnotize me. . Let me live 'neath your spell.
In the spring when the feeling was chronic. And my caution was leaving you flat,. I should have made use of the tonic. Before you gave me that!. A mental deficient you'll grade me..
What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming. That comes with each new love affair. The dreams that we cherish, so often might perish. And leaves you with castles in air.
When the mellow moon begins to beam. Every night I dream a little dream. And of course Prince Charming is the theme. The he, for me.. Although I realize as well as you.
When the day fades away into twilight. The moon is my light of love. In the night, I am quite a romancer. I find an answer above. To being me consolation, you're my inspiration.
Summertime and the livin' is easy. Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high. Oh your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'. So hush little babby, don't you cry.
Moonlight and magnolia, starlight in your hair. All the world a dream come true. Did it really happen, was I really there, was I really there with you?.
Don't know why. There's no sun up in the sky. Stormy weather. Since my man and I ain't together. Keeps raining all the time. . Life is bare. Gloom and misery everywhere.
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight. Come on and trade in your old dreams for new. Your new dreams for old. I know where they're bought. I know where they're sold.
There's a saying old, says that love is blind. Still we're often told, seek and ye shall find. So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind. . Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet.
Behold the way our fine feathered friend. His virtue doth parade. Thou knowest not, my dim-witted friend. The picture thou hast made. Thy vacant brow, and thy tousled hair.
I took one look at you. That's all I meant to do. And then my heart stood still. . My feet could step and walk. My lips could move and talk. And yet my heart stood still.
Summer journeys. To Niagara. And to other places. Aggravate all our cares. We'll save our fares. . I've a cozy little flat. In what is known as old Manhattan.
I never feel a thing is real. When I'm away from you. Out of your embrace. The world's a temporary parking place. . Mmm, mm, mm, mm. A bubble for a minute.
Let's fly away. And find a land that's warm and tropic,. Where Roosevelt is not the topic. All the live long day!. . Let's fly away. And find a land that's so provincial,.
Waking skies. At Sunrise,. Ev'ry sunset too,. Seems to be. Bringing me. Memories of you.. . Here and there,. Ev'rywhere,. Scenes that we once knew,. And they all.
I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow. Got the string around my finger. What a world, what a life, I'm in love!. I've got a song that I sing.