In the still of the night as I gaze out of

You're just too marvelous, too marvelous for wordsLike "glorious", "glamorous" and

And there used to be a ballpark where the field was

You always looked a little out of placeAll grown up with

is just a little samba, built upon a single noteOther

are thereIn autumn gold or summer greenYou are thereTo

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

When you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd don't

Look at meI'm as helpless as a kitten up a treeAnd

In a quaint caravan there's a lady they call the GypsyShe

The snow is snowing and the wind is blowingBut I will

The sleepless nights, the daily fightsThe quick toboggan when you reach

Whenever skies look gray to meAnd trouble begins to brewWhenever the

go to my head and you linger like a

Summer, you old Indian SummerYou're the tear that comes after June-time's

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

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

At the end of the rainbow there's happinessAnd to find it

what are you asking such ridiculous questions for?Just play them

Frank:Let's take an old fashioned walk, I'm just bursting with talkWhat