a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

How do you keep the music playing?How do you make it

From the bottom of my heart I love youWhat more can

The night is bitterThe stars have lost their glitterThe winds grow

One day as I walked with my son hand in handHe

not that easy bein' greenHaving to spend each day

are you crying? Do the tears belong to me?Did

Writer(s): Wilder/EngvickThat year in Oakland HighWhen I was seventeenThe grass from

I used to walk with you along the avenue, our hearts

It's over, it's over, it's over, I won't look backWon't look

gotta right to sing the bluesI gotta right to feel

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

Whenever skies look gray to meAnd trouble begins to brewWhenever the

Love laughs at a kingKings don't mean a thingOn the street

Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly awayIf you can

When I try to sing you say I'm off keyWhy can't

I begged her, I pleaded, I told herBaby, come out of

There's no use of a moonlight glowOr the peaks where winter

In the shadow of the moon, there's a bright and shining

Frankie: Janie Jane Powell, spare us a few minutes before the