"Are the stars out tonight?. I don't know if it's cloudy or bright. 'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear. The moon may be high. But I can't see a thing in the sky.
Bless the beasts and the children. For in this world they have no voice. They have no choice. . Bless the beasts and the children. For the world can never be.
Are the stars out tonight?. I don't know if it's cloudy or bright. 'Cause I only have eyes for you, dear. The moon may be high. But I can't see a thing in the sky.
Well, baby, what I couldn't do. With plenty of money and you. In spite of the worry that money brings. Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things.
Summer, you old Indian Summer. You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter. You see so many dreams that don't come true. Dreams we fashioned when Summertime was new.
(Harry Warren, Al Dubin). . I walk along the street of sorrow,. The boulevard of broken dreams.. Where gigolo and gigolette. Can take a kiss without regret.
It was written by Warren, Harry / Dubin, Al.. Edit. . For Example.... What chart rank did the song debut? What is the song about? Has it won any awards?, etc..
The stars are gonna twinkle and shine. This evening about a quarter to nine. My loving arms are gonna tenderly twine twee twee twine. Around you around a quarter to nine.
Do you remember one September afternoon. I stood with you and listened to a wedding tune,. And didn't I go with you on your honeymoon?. Remember me?. .
We've played the game of 'stay away'. But it costs more than I can pay. Without you I can't make my way. I surrender, dear.. . I may seem proud and I may act gay.
Feudin' and fussin' and a-fightin,'. sometimes it gets to be excitin,'. don't like them ornery neighbors down by the creek,. we'll be plumb out of neighbors next week..
The leaves of brown. Came tumblin' down, remember. In September, in the rain. . The sun went out. Just like a dying ember. That September in the rain.
I walk along the street of sorrow. The boulevard of broken dreams. Where gigolo and gigolette. Can take a kiss without regret. So they forget their broken dreams.
My love must be a kind of blind love. I can't see anyone but you. Sha bop sha bop. . Are the stars out tonight. I don't know if it's cloudy or bright.
Athletics, cosmetics, a weighing machine. Are part of the feminine daily routine. For what?. . And oceans of lotions and potions you take. To keep that old something or other awake.
I walk along the street of sorrow. The boulevard of broken dreams. Where gigolo and gigalette. Can take a kiss without regret. So they forget their broken dreams.
I walk along the street of sorrow. The boulevard of broken dreams. Where gigolo and gigalette. Can take a kiss without regret. So they forget their broken dreams.
My love must be a kind of blind love. I can't see anyone but you. Sha bop sha bop. . Are the stars out tonight. I don't know if it's cloudy or bright.
My love must be a kind of blind love. I can't see anyone but you. Sha bop sha bop. . Are the stars out tonight. I don't know if it's cloudy or bright.
The leaves of brown came tumbling down. Remember in September in the rain. The sun went out just like a dying amber. That September in the rain. . To every word of love I heard you whisper.