You're clear out of this world. When I'm looking at you. I hear out of this world. The music that no mortal ever knew. . You're right out of a book. The fairy tale I read when I was so high.
Change can come on tiptoe,. Love is where it starts. It resides,. Often hides. Deep within our hearts. . And just as pebbles make a mountain,. Raindrops make a sea.
You're out of the woods. You're out of the dark. You're out of the night. Step into the sun. Step into the light. . Keep straight ahead for. The most glorious place.
So often as I wait for sleep. I find myself reciting. The words I've said or should have said. Like scenes that need rewriting. The smiles I never answered.
We spend our nights traveling. But never leave the room. Soaring through the midnight clouds. Followed by the moon. You teach me what I never knew. So easily.
Hello, such a simple way to start a love affair. Should I jump right in and say how much I care?. Would you take me for the madness of a simple-hearted clown?.
This moment, this minute. And each second in it. Will leave a glow upon the sky. And as time goes by, it will never die. . This will be my shining hour.
There are flowers and fables. And old town picnic tables. And oil's warm, cozy fires. Burning up a midnight storm. . The December rains are snowing. But out, your love got us blowing.
I must try to make the man love me. Make the man love me now. By and by, I will make the man happy. I know how. . He must see how badly I want him. Want him just as he is.
Make me rainbows. Make me Spring in the snow. Make me beautiful music. Wherever I go. Make me unwind. Leave behind rhyme and reason. Make me a room. Where I'll bloom out of season.
Come on along and listen to. The lullaby of Broadway. The hip-hooray and bally-hoo. The lullaby of Broadway. The rumble of the subway train. The rattle of the taxis.
The more I read the papers,. The less I comprehend. The world and all its capers. And how it all will end. . Nothing seems to be lasting. But that isn't our affair.
Long ago and far away,. I dreamed a dream one day. And now, that dream is here beside me. Long the skies were overcast. But now, the clouds have passed:.
Little boy lost. In search of little boy found. You go a-wondering, wandering,. Stumbling, tumbling, round! round!. When will you find. What's on the tip of your mind?.
I'm just a little black rain cloud. Hovering under your honey tree. I'm only a little black rain cloud. Pay no attention to little me. Everyone knows that a rain cloud.
You're just like a Sunday morning. Quiet and warm and moving slow. Put your hand in my hand. Let me dream while I can. Oh, how will I love you so?. . Life is made of milk and honey.
featuring Dori Caymmi. . Like a lover, the morning sun. Slowly rises and kisses you awake. Your smile is soft and drowsy. As you let it play upon your face.