Yesterday we were gayI was high on a rainbow, but now

(Lorrie)How do you keep the music playing, how do you make

can you say something new about being aloneTell somebody

Take it from me, don't be a do-badder upDo-badder up, do

I'm walking behind you on your wedding dayAnd I'll hear you

There will be many other nights like thisAnd I'll be standing

in a streamFalling leaves a sycamoreMoonlight in

These are the bluesNothing but bluesOh, they say some people long

I cover the waterfrontI'm watching the seaWill the one I love

Don't worry 'bout meI'll get alongForget about meBe happy, my loveLet's

lean baby, tall and thinFive feet seven of bones

Now, this could only happen to a guy like meAnd only

a day this has beenWhat a rare mood I'm

Give me an old fashioned Christmas, an old fashioned ChristmasFamily faces,

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

It's like singin' to empty tablesOr a gallery full of ghostsOr

Every man should marry, every girl should wedYou will find no

to those who love not too wisely, know not

eyes walking 'round with a baby blue stareHow cute

Maybe it's because the kiss you gave meTouched my heart and