She walks in to this world now, she's walking always close to me. She brings the sun within her, and she gives everything to me. She brings jewels and flowers, she smiles and devours.
Oh, there maybe a shortage of sugar, of aluminum pots and such. But there won't be a shortage of love when we love each other so much. But if they have to ration out rubber, we were getting from the Dutch.
You look at me and wonder, you look at me and doubt,. Darling your eyes are asking, "Will the flame burn out?". Well, no one is sure of sun shine, no one is sure of dawn,.
Smile the while you kiss me sad adieu. When the clouds roll by, I'll come to you. Then the skies will seem more blue. Down in lovers lane, my dearie. .
A heart that longs for you. Two arms that will be true. These things I offer you. For a lifetime. . Two lips with one desire. To set your heart afire.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos.. . Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
I was dancing with my darling to the Tennessee Waltz. When an old friend I happened to see. I introduced her to my loved one. And while they were dancing.
The evening breeze. Caressed the trees, tenderly. The trembling trees. Embraced the breeze, tenderly. . Then you and I. Came wandering by. And lost in a sigh.
Soon I'll be done with the trouble of this world. Trouble of this world, trouble of this world. Soon I'll be done with the trouble of this world. Going home to live with God.
I got home. At 8 o'clock. I wanted love. The door was locked. . Now you been warned. I told you once, twice, three times and that's enough.. . If there's a man.
Out of the tree of life, I just picked me a plumb. You came along and everything starting to hum. Still it's a real good bet, the best is yet to come.
Tomorrow is Sunday. Now there's only one day left to go. Till you walk by. Below my window. The weekends drive me mad. Holidays are oh too sad. 'Cause you don't go.
You want to make Van Goghs?. Raise 'em up like sheep. Make 'em out of Eskimos. And women if you please. Make 'em nice and normal. Make 'em nice and neat.
Varnished weeds in window jars. Tarnished beads on tapestries. Kept in satin boxes are. Reflections of love's memories. Letters from across the seas. Roses dipped in sealing wax.
Because Elvis gave 'em cars. You think I'm cheap. And you're hard done by. Look-you live here like a star. Rent free suite. Big blue pool that you sun by.
I picked the morning paper off the floor. It was full of other people's little wars. Wouldn't they like their peace. Don't we get bored. And we call for the three great stimulants.
Study war no more. Lay down your arms. Study war no more. Lay 'em down, lay 'em down now. Study war no more. Lay down your arms. Study war no more. Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread--.
Let me speak. Let me spit out my bitterness. Born of grief and nights without sleep. And festering flesh. Do you have eyes?. Can you see like mankind sees?.
This is the reoccurring dream. Born in the dreary gap between. What we have now. And what we wish we could have. More fulfilling--and less frustrating!.
PENANCE CRANE:. The pirate anchored on a Wednesday. And why he came to port I wonder. To see a lady so my friends say. She dances for the sailors. In a smoky cabaret bar underground.