That old master painter from the faraway hills painted the violets

We walk on every city streetWe walk in lanes where branches

a very pretty songA brand new song, as a matter

Don't look so sad, I know it's overBut life goes on

Anymore it doesn't matter who's right or wrongWe've been injurin' each

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

better watch out, you better not cryYou better not pout,

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

Writer(s): Cahn/ChaplinThis is my first affair - please be kindHandle my

There may be trouble aheadBut while there's moonlight and music and

There was a moon out in spaceBut a cloud drifted over

bride, another JuneAnother sunny honeymoonAnother season, another reasonFor makin'

hand in handSwingin' down the laneEverybody's feelin' grandSwingin' down

creepersWhere'd you get those peepers?Jeepers creepersWhere'd you get those

Strange music in my earsOnly now as you spoke did it

One love will never die as long as I liveOne love

the clouds grey with yearsOver hills wet with tearsTo

My thoughts may strayMy eyes may roamThe neighbor's grass may seem

I can see a steeple - surrounded by peopleOh how real

I'll wake each morning and I'll promise to laughI'll say good