You leave me breathless You heavenly thing You look so wonderful You're like a breath of spring You leave me speechless I'm just like the birds I'm filled
Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies Whether loud be her cheers or whether soft be her tears More and more do
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Isn't it romantic? Music in the night, a dream that can be heard. Isn't it romantic? Moving shadows write the oldest magic word. I hear the breezes playing
[words and music by Ella Fitzgerald and Van Alexander] A-tisket a-tasket A green-and-yellow basket I bought a basket for my mommie On the way I dropped
Don't know why There's no sun up in the sky Stormy weather Since my gal and I ain't together Keeps raining all the time Life is bare Gloom and misery
a sailor Tell me, tell me, tell me could that boy do, something rash? Oh Bobby Darin and Louis Armstrong They made a record, oh but they did And now Ella, Ella
What a day this has been What a rare mood I'm in Why it's almost like being in love There's a smile on my face For the whole human race Why it's almost
Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but blue skies Do I see Bluebirds Singing a song Nothing but bluebirds All day long Never saw the sun shining so bright
I don?t know why but I?m feeling so sad I long to try something I never had Never had no kissin?, oh, what I?ve been missin? Lover man, oh where can you
It's a blue world without you, it's a blue world alone My days and nights that once were filled with heaven With you away, how empty they have grown
I want the waiter with the water I want the waiter with the water for my daughter I want the waiter with the water for my daughter 'Cause my daughter
Love here in the starlit hour Oh, heaven is in your eyes While the wind is sobbing Underneath the stars Both our hearts are throbbing Like two guitars
They call it wacky dust It's from a hot cornet It gives your feet a feeling so breezy And oh, it's so easy to get They call it wacky dust It brings a
My fur-coat's sold, oh, Lord ain't it cold But I'm not gonna holler 'cause I've still got a dollar And when I get low, oh, I get high My man walked out
Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks Choppity chop chop, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing
It's getting near dawn When lights close their tired eyes I'll soon be with you, my love To give you my dawn surprise I'll be with you darling, soon
Time after time, you'll hear me say That I'm so lucky to be loving you Time after time, I tell myself That I'm so lucky to be loving you So lucky to
