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Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker Wherever you're going, I'm going your way Two drifters, off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbow's end, waiting ,round the bend My Huckleberry Friend, Moon River, and me Moon river, wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style some day Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker Wherever you're going, I'm going your way Two drifters, off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after that same rainbow's end, waiting ,round the bend My Huckleberry Friend, Moon River, and me |
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Words and Music by Norman Gimbel and Eddie Heywood
peak Billboard position # 7 in 1956 competing version by writer Heywood and Hugo Winterhalter hit # 2 Once I was alone So lonely and then You came, out of nowhere Like the sun up from the hills Cold, cold was the wind Warm, warm were your lips Out there, on that ski trail Where your kiss filled me with thrills A weekend in Canada, a change of scene Was the most I bargained for And then I discovered you and in your eyes I found the love that I couldn't ignore Down, down came the sun Fast, fast, fast, beat my heart I knew when the sun set From that day, we'd never ever part Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz |
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Guess there's no use in hangin' 'round
Guess I'll get dressed and do the town I'll find some crowded avenue Though it will be empty without you Can't get used to losing you no matter what I try to do Gonna live my whole life through, loving you Called up some girl I used to know After I heard her say "Hello" Couldn't think of anything to say Since you're gone it happens every day Can't get used to losing you no matter what I try to do Gonna live my whole life through, loving you I'll find somebody, wait and see Who am I kidding, only me Cause no one else could take your place Guess that I am just a hopeless case Can't get used to losing you no matter what I try to do Gonna live my whole life through, loving you I can't get used to losing you no matter what I try to do Gonna live my whole life through, loving you |
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Dear heart wish you were here to warm this night
My dear heart, seems like a year since you've been out of my sight A single room, a table for one It's a lonesome town all right But soon I'll kiss you hello at our front door And dear heart I want you to know I'll leave your arms never more (A single room, a table for one) It's a lonesome town all right But soon I'll kiss you hello at our front door And dear heart I want you to know I'll leave your arms never more |
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Love Story - Andy Williams
Where do I begin, To tell the story of how great a love can be, The sweet love story that is older than the sea, The simple truth about the love she brings to me. Where do I start.... With her first hello, She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine. They'll never be another love another time. She came into my life and made the living fine. She fills my heart. She fills my heart with very special things With angel songs and with wild imaginings She fills my soul with so much love, That any where I go I'm never lonely. With her around who could be lonely. I reach for her hand, it's always there. How long does it last, Can love be measured by the hours in a day, I have no answers now, but this much I can say, I know I'll need her until the stars all burn away And she'll be there. How long does it last, Can love be measured by the hours in a day, I have no answers now, but this much I can say, I know I'll need her until the stars all burn away And she'll be there.... |
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Artist: Andy Williams (peak Billboard position # 26 in 1963)
Music by Henry Mancini and Words by Johnny Mercer title song from the movie starring Jack Lemmon and Lee Remick The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play Through a meadow land toward a closing door A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before The lonely night discloses just a passing breeze filled with memories Of the golden smile that introduced me to The days of wine and roses and you (The lonely night discloses) just a passing breeze filled with memories Of the golden smile that introduced me to The days of wine and roses and you-oo-oo Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz ronhontz worldnet.att.net |
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Speak softly, love and hold me warm
against your heart I feel your words, the tender trembling moments start We're in a world, our very own Sharing a love that only few have ever known Wine-colored days warmed by the sun Deep velvet nights when we are one Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky The vows of love we make will live until we die My life is yours and all becau-au-se You came into my world with love so softly love Wine-colored days warmed by the sun Deep velvet nights when we are one Speak softly, love so no one hears us but the sky The vows of love we make will live until we die My life is yours and all becau-au-se You came into my world with love so softly love |
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Words by Oscar Hammerstein II, Music by Richard Rodgers as their only film score
Performed by Louanne Hogan dubbing for Jeanne Crain in the 1945 film "State Fair", also starring Dana Andrews and Dick Haymes. In the 1962 film re-make, Anita Gordon dubbed for Pamela Tiffin. Was a # 5 hit for Haymes in 1945 I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string I'd say that I had Spring fever But I know it isn't Spring I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have Spring fever When it isn't even Spring? I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never heard >From a girl I've yet to meet I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be Spring It might as well be Spring Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz ronhontz worldnet.att.net |
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