a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

olden days a glimpse of stockingWas looked on as something

They say that falling in love is wonderfulIt's wonderful, so they

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

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

fingers in my hairThat sly come-hither stareThat strips my conscience

by day I'm falling more in love with youAnd day

keep goin' your wayI'll keep goin' my way (I'll

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

make me feel so youngYou make me feel so

You vowed your loveFrom here to eternityA love so trueIt never

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

The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderlyThe trembling trees embraced the

give me your lips, and your lips are

Summer, you old Indian SummerYou're the tear that comes after June-time's

happens every spring, the world is young againWhere children

Writer(s): Ahlert/YoungI'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letterAnd

How glad the many millions of Annabelles and LilliansWould be to

Just for now, let's call it romance, just for now, let's

With and stoned on sunshine, getting high on