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You ain't been blue; no, no, no.
You ain't been blue, Till you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues". Always get that mood indigo, Since my baby said goodbye. In the evenin' when lights are low, I'm so lonesome I could cry. 'Cause there's nobody who cares about me, I'm just a soul who's bluer than blue can be. When I get that mood indigo, I could lay me down and die. |
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Night and stars above that shine so bright
The mystery of their fading light That shines upon our Caravan Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep Across the sands so I may keep The memory of our Caravan This is so exciting, you are so inviting Resting in my arms Thrill to the magic, the magic of your charms You beside me here beneath the blue My dream of love is coming true Within our desert Caravan This is so exciting, you are so inviting Resting in my arms Thrill to the magic, the magic of your charms Night and stars above that shine so bright The mystery of their fading light That shines upon our Caravan That shines upon our Caravan Oooh |
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In the dark of deepest night
there comes a haunting sigh floating down from somewhere on high, oh, what a lonely lullaby You'll hear a symphony in blue when ever BOY MEETS HORN, you'll hear a melody so new when BOY MEETS HORN; low and oh, so sweet that it seems It's like the mellow music from another world of dreams; you'll hear a strange and tender whenever BOY MEETS HORN, and when the music in the moonlight greets the morn, you'll see him standing way above the crowd and rockin on a cloud whenever BOY MEETS HORN. You'll hear a symphony in blue when ever BOY MEETS HORN, you'll hear a melody so new when BOY MEETS HORN; low and oh, so sweet that it seems It's like the mellow music from another world of dreams; you'll hear a strange and tender whenever BOY MEETS HORN, and when the music in the moonlight greets the morn, you'll see him standing way above the crowd and rockin on a cloud whenever BOY MEETS HORN. |
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