The night is bitterThe stars have lost their glitterThe winds grow

My name is Francis Albert (Francis Albert Sinatra)And I sing love

I cried the day you left me and I still don't

your dreams away for another dayAnd I will take

The dream I'm building is Early AmericanSomething that won't go out

I'll see you again whenever spring breaks through againTime may lie

I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved youCome rain or come

she sweet? See her coming down the streetNow, I

He: Tangerine, she is all they claimWith her eyes of night

in New YorkWhy does it seem so invitingAutumn in

I've had my moments, I will confessMy fleeting moments of tendernessI

I used to sit by my fireplaceAnd dream about youBut now

Spoken: Not now, Moose! I'll tell ya when!Here's a dance you

Dear heart, wish you were here to warm this nightMy dear

di "I am a fool to want a fool

Is this the way our romance endsI got the message when

I have but one heart, this heart I bring youI have

It's the wrong time and the wrong placeThough your face is

Love isn't just for the youngIt's for all who may wish

Maybe this time, I'll be luckyMaybe this time she'll stayMaybe this