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

George speaking:Hey Frances, I don't know about you butI kinda need

on that dawn just when the day was breakingI

Every night was long and gloomy, shadows gathered in the airNo

The dream I'm building is Early AmericanSomething that won't go out

I laughed at sweetheartsI met at schoolsAll indiscreet heartsSeemed romantic foolsA

We'll meet againDon't know where, don't know whenBut I know we'll

Life is dullIt's nothing but one big lullThen presto you do

I never knew the charm of springNever met it face to

Don't like goodbyes, tears or sighsI'm not too good at leaving

love of mine goes on and onThough life is

is hereWhy doesn't my heart go dancing?Spring is hereWhy

little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee

go to my head and you linger like a

You see a pair of laughing eyesAnd suddenly your sighing sighsYou're

April played a fiddleAnd my heart began to danceAnd I was

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

Skies ain't gonna cloud no moreThe crops ain't gonna failCaught a

How glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be to

Look to your heart when there are words to sayAnd never