Have you ever passed the corner of Fourth and Grand?Where a

You may not be an angel, `cause angels are so fewBut

I miss the thrill of grammar school romancesI miss the junior

Well the south side of ChicagoIt's the baddest part of townAnd

I touch your handAnd my arms grow strongLike a pair of

Quiet nights of quiet starsQuiet chords from my guitarFloating on the

I tried to capture the rapture of the nightSilly dreams

somebody loves youIt's no good unless he loves youAll

Daisy is darling, Iris is sweetLily is lovely, Blossom's a treatOf

Imagination is funnyIt makes a cloudy day sunnyIt makes a bee

moonYou saw me standin' aloneWithout a dream in my

Sentimental baby, sweet and gentle babyJust the way a baby oughta

or nothing at allHalf a love never appealed to

If you are but a dreamI hope I never wakenIt's more

took each word she said as gospel truthThe way a

Forget your troubles and just get happyYou better chase all your

glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be

I laughed when I heard you sayThat I'd be

don't know why I love you like I doI don't

Frank:I've got a home in that rock, don't you see?I've got