Speak low, when you speak loveOur summer day withers away too

was Boston, I was VegasShe was crepe suzette, I

a picture paints a thousands wordsThen why can't I

And there used to be a ballpark where the field was

Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other

all dressed up to go dreamingNow, don't tell me I'm

stand at your gate and the song that I

a clear day, rise and look around youAnd you'll see

A country dance was being held in a gardenI felt a

day, when I'm awfully lowWhen the world is coldI

lost the sunshine and rosesI lost the heavens of blueI

Don't make me beg for your kissesBeg for your tender embraceI

I don't know why I should cry over youSigh over you,

Day in, day outThe same old voodoo follows me aboutThe same

When no one cares, and the phone never ringsThe nights are

Whippoorwills call, evenin' is nighHurry to my Blue HeavenTurn to the

How much do I love you?I'll tell you no lieHow deep

Frank Sinatra: Well for Gods sake if it ain't Ben Casey.

Frank SinatraMiscellaneousI Cried For You (Now It's Your Turn To Cry

I'm gonna live till I die!I'm gonna laugh 'stead of cryI'm