Before Lord God made the sea or the land. He held all the stars in the palm of his hand. And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand. And one little star fell alone.
I've been running through rains. And the wind that follows after. For one certain face. And an unforgotten laughter. . I've been following signs. I've been searching through the lands.
(Kurt Weill/Maxwell Anderson). Before Lord God made the sea and the land. He held all the stars in the palm of his hand. And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand.
(my heart, my heart). . Years ago a future was laid before me. And I took the task and ran with it as far as I could go. I always wanted to be a part of something like this.
Before Lord God made the sea or the land. He held all the stars in the palm of his hand. And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand. And one little star fell alone.
Oh, it's a long, long while. From May to December. But the days grow short. When you reach September. When the autumn weather. Turns the leaves to flame.
(spoken). A matter of growing old when we're young it's May. Wonderful, beautiful, glorious May. Then middle age is like the turning of the year. It's September and finally December comes.
Before Lord God made the sea or the land. He held all the stars in the palm of his hand. And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand. And one little star fell alone.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Before Lord God made the sea and the land. He held all the stars in the palm of His hand. And they ran through His fingers like grains of sand. And one little star fell alone.
When I was a young man, caught in the girls. I played me a waiting game. If a maid refused me with tossin curls. I let the old earth take a couple of whirls.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.
Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December. But the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame.