My love must be a kind of blind loveI can't see

Waking skies at sunriseEvery sunset tooSeems to be bringing meMemories of

do I do just as you say?Why must I

(Lover, lover)Hey! jealous loverYou're acting so strangeHey! jealous loverWhat is making

home, babyCome home, babyCome home, babyCome home, sleep in

time it rainsIt rains pennies from heavenDon't you know

on the Ganges, my little HinduWhen I whispered love's

When no one cares, and the phone never ringsThe nights are

see a pair of laughing eyesAnd suddenly your sighing

Emily, Emily, EmilyHas the murmuring sound of MayAll silver bells, coral

love you a bushel and a peckA bushel

Frank me or the market upShot the target

When I was a leanerI sought truth night and dayI asked

believe, I believeI believe in wishing wellsBut I also believe

Every time i look down on this timeless townWhether blue or

Frank Sinatra: Sammy Davis. Sam. Come here Jimmy Koogan. I'm going

know when my love comes alongI'll know then and

I've had this feeling before but never like thisLove had me

Where do you live? In a brownstoneOr an apartment house, a

Here am I, mad about you, mad about youI can't lie,