When they begin The Beguine It brings back the sound of music so tender It brings back a night of tropical splendour It brings back a memory evergreen I’m with you once more under the stars And down by the shore an orchestra’s playing And even the palms seem to be swaying When they begin The Beguine To live it again is past all endeavour Except when that tune clutches my heart And there we are, swearing to love forever And promising never, never to part What moments divine, what rapture serene Till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted I know but too well [...]
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Times have changed, And we’ve often rewound the clock, Since the Puritans got a shock, When they landed on Plymouth Rock. If today, Any shock they should try to stem, ‘Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock would land on them. In olden days a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking, But now, God knows, Anything Goes. Good authors too who once knew better words, Now only use four letter words Writing prose, Anything Goes. The world has gone mad today And good’s bad today, And black’s white today, And day’s night today, When most guys today That women prize today Are just silly gigolos And though I’m not a great romancer I know that I’m [...]
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Verse: After that sweet summer afternoon When for the first time I saw you appear Dreaming of you, I composed a tune, So will you listen to it, dear? Refrain: Do I love you, do I? Doesn’t one and one make two? Do I love you, do I? Does July need a sky of blue? Would I miss you, would I? If you ever should go away? If the sun should desert the day, What would life be? Will I leave you, never? Could the ocean leave the shore? Will I worship you forever? Isn’t heaven forever more? (for evermore?) Do I love you, do I? Oh, my dear, it’s so easy to see, Don’t you know I do? Don’t [...]
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Every time we say goodbye I die a little Every time we say goodbye I wonder why a little Why the Godss above me Who must be in the know Think so little to me They allow you to go When you’re near there’s such an air of Spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it Theres no love song finer But how strange the change From major to minor Every time we say goodbye
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