What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

love me to the moonLet me play among

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

the beautiful strangers who held me for a nightAnd fell

me tell 'bout a gal I knowShe's my baby

are thereIn autumn gold or summer greenYou are thereTo

A small Cafe, Mam'selleOur rendezvous, Mam'selleThe violins were warm and sweetAnd

More than the greatest love the world has knownThis is the

Gonna take a sentimental journeyGonna set my heart at easeGonna make

of the Sun and West of the MoonWe'll build

Sleep warm, sleep tight, when you turn off the lightSleep warm,

I was mighty blueThought my life was through'Til the heavens openedAnd

Bluebirds, flowersSunshine and showersSunsets and rainbowsOn skies of red and blueBadges,

Love is funny or it's sadOr it's quiet or it's madIt's

I always say, comme ci comme ca,*And go my way, comme

In the night, though we're apartThere's a ghost of you within

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

In the hush of evening, as shadows steal across my lonely

a fool to want youI’m a fool to want

They call you lady luckBut there is room for doubtAt times