We kiss in a shadow, we hide from the moonOur meetings

Take it from me, don't be a do-badder upDo-badder up, do

is my heart aloneAnd without you, life holds no charmYours,

solo by Beverly find me a gypsy and get

Writer(s): Wilder/EngvickThat year in Oakland HighWhen I was seventeenThe grass from

I was seventeenIt was a very good yearIt was

Once I had a secret loveThat lived within the heart of

The one I love belongs to somebody elseShe means her tender

on the Ganges, my little HinduWhen I whispered love's

I'm feeling low, mighty low, I wonder whyI wonder why, why

I met her dancing to the Castle RockI held her tight

The very thought of you makes my heart singLike an April

of meWhy not take all of meCan't you seeI'm

Lover, when I'm near you, and I hear you - speak

That old black magic has me in its spellThat old black

Every man should marry, every girl should wedYou will find no

Skies ain't gonna cloud no moreThe crops ain't gonna failCaught a

Hark the herald angels singGlory to the new born kingPeace on

It only happens when I dance with youThat trip to Heaven

They call you lady luckBut there is room for doubtAt times