a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

Sunday, Monday or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or FridayI want you near,

Writer(s): Gershwin/GershwinThey're writing songs of love - but not for meA

Every night was long and gloomy, shadows gathered in the airNo

When all the world is a hopeless jumbleAnd the raindrops tumble

Sand and sea, sea and sandAnd the warm bright sun up

Tell her you love her each dayYou'll make her happy that

Love walked right in and drove the shadows awayLove walked right

The one I love belongs to somebody elseShe means her tender

Hark! the herald angels sing"Glory to the newborn King!Peace on earth,

dim all the lights and I sink in my

story is much too sad to be toldBut practically everything

moment I saw her smileI knew she was just

None but the lonely heartCan know my sadnessAlone and partedFar from

Nathan, concentrate on the gameThe town is up to

As the morning casts a thousand bits of sunlightAnd they shine

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letterAnd make

is for the way you look at meO is for

Light a candle in the chapelAt the closing of each dayKeep