Dinah Shore - The Ultimate Dinah Shore [compilation] (2001) by Dinah Shore (보컬) on maniadb.com

Seems like dreams like I always had
Could be, should be, making me glad
Why am I blue? It's up to you' to explain'
I'm thinking maybe'baby'I'll go away
Someday someway You'll come and say
It's you I need'and you'll be pleading' in vain'

It had to be you
It had to be you
I wondered around
And finally found'somebody who
Could make me be true'. Could make me feel blue
And even be glad, just to be sad,
Thinking of you

Some others I've seen might never be mean
Might never be cross, or try to be boss
But they wouldn't do'
For nobody else'gives me a thrill
With all your faults dear I love you still
It had to be you
Wonderful you
It had to be you

(Humming melody)

For nobody else gave me a thrill
With all your faults dear, I love you still
It had to be you
Wonderful you
It had to be you

In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call The Gypsy
She can look in the future
And drive away all your fears
Everything will come right
If you only believe The Gypsy
She could tell at a glance
That my heart was so full of tears
She looked at my hand and told me
My lover was always true
And yet in my heart I knew, dear
Somebody else was kissing you
But I'll go there again
'Cause I want to believe The Gypsy
That my lover is true
And will come back to me some day

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My momma done told me
When I was in pigtails
My momma done told me, hon
A man's gonna sweet-talk
And give you the glad eye
But when that sweet-talkin's done
A man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the nightNow the rain's a fallin'
Hear the trains a-callin' hooey
My momma done told me
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowing across the trestle, hooey
My momma done tole me, a-hooey, a-hooey
Old clickety clack is echoing back the blues in the nightThe evenin' breeze will start the trees to praying
And the moon will dim its light
When you hear the blues in the nightMark my word the mockingbird
Will sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong
And he's rightLa ha ha ha-a
La ha ha-a
From Natchez to Mobile
BRFrom Memphis to St. Joe
BRWherever the four winds blow
BRI've been to some big towns
BRI've heard me some big talk
BRBut there is one thing I know
BRA man is a two-faced, a worrisome thing
BRWho'll leave you to sing the blues in the night
BR
BRLa ha ha-a
BRLa ha ha-a
BRMy momma done told me there's blues in the night
BR

Skylark
Have you anything to say to me?
Won't you tell me where my love can be?
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone's waiting to be kissed?Oh skylark
Have you seen a valley green with spring?
Where my heart can go a journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom covered laneAnd in your lonely flight
Haven't you heard the music in the night?
Wonderful music
Faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon
Sad as a gypsty serenading the moonOh skylark
I don't know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see them anywhere
Won't you lead me there
Oh skylark
Won't you lead me there?

I'll walk alone,
because to tell you the truth,
I'll be lonely.
I don't mind being lonely,
when my heart tells me,
you are lonely, too.

I'll walk alone,
they'll ask me why,
and I'll tell them I'd rather.
There are dreams I must gather
dreams we fashioned the night
you held me tight.

I'll always be near you,
wherever you are,
each night In every pray.
Just whisper, I'll hear you,
no matter how far.
So, close your eyes,
and I'll be there.

Please walk alone,
but send your love,
and your kisses to guide me.

Till you're walking beside me,
I'll walk alone.
Darling, all by myself,
I'll walk alone.

(Spoken:) A western ranch is just a branch of Nowhere Junction to me.
Give me the city where living's pretty and the gals wear finery.

East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose
Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows
Rings and things and buttons and bows
Don't bury me in this prairie
Take me where the cement grows
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes
And I'll stand out
In buttons and bows
I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love ya' longer, stronger where
Yer friends don't tote a gun
My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes
Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows