Shake down the stars, pull down the clouds. Turn off the moon, do it soon. I can't enjoy this night without you. . Shake down the stars. . Dry up the streams, stop all my dreams.
Shake down the stars, pull down the clouds. Turn off the moon, do it soon. I can't enjoy this night without you. Shake down the stars. Dry up the streams.
(1934) Eddie Delange, Irving Mills, Duke Ellington. . In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you taunt me. With memories that never die.
In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you taunt me. With memories that never die. . I sit in my chair. I'm filled with despair.
In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by. . In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die. . I sit in my chair.
In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by. . In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die. . I sit in my chair.
In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you taunt me. With memories that never die. . I sit in my chair. I'm filled with despair.
In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by. . In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die. . I sit in my chair.
In my solitude. You haunt me. With dreadful ease. Of days gone by. . In my solitude. You taunt me. With memories. That never die. . I sit in my chair.