olden days a glimpse of stockingWas looked on as something

Just found joyI'm as happy as a baby boyWhen he's playing

We walk on every city streetWe walk in lanes where branches

Writer(s): Gershwin/GershwinThey're writing songs of love - but not for meA

been to townI've walked the highways and the harbors

day was born in shades of blueHer song was

(not Frank's version, this is the traditional)On the (first) day of

moon and you appear to beSo near and yet

me irresponsible, call me unreliableThrow in undependable tooDo my

Love is a many-splendored thingIt's the April rose that only grows

My thoughts go back to a heavenly danceA moment of bliss

If you turn me down once more, I'll join the French

Grab your coat and get your hat, leave your worry at

love of mine goes on and onThough life is

you were very youngThe world was younger than youAs merry

1: Seuss the to begin, I've been gone for

I can see a steeple - surrounded by peopleOh how real

I'm a fool to want youI'm a fool to want youTo

(There they go again but they never break up)(Everyday a fight,

Step right up and step insideYou ain't seen nothing yetLife's a