I'll hear heavenly music,. . I'll hear bells start to chime,. . I'll hear thunder, and I'll be struck with wonder. . But I won't have to look a second time. If her voice is a song, and her walk
I see stars in your eyes when my lips beg your lips to surrender,. Stars in your eyes when we kissed and you whispered you're mine. Stars leave the sky but the night is so bright in their splendor.
Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first-knighting. . Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me
Autumn in New York. Why does it seem so inviting. Autumn in New York. It spells the thrill of first-knighting. . Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds. In canyons of steel. They're making me
I'm just a fella, a fella with an umbrella,. Looking for a girl who saved her love for a rainy day. I'm just a fella, a fella with an umbrella,. Glad to see the skies of blue have turned into skies
If I steal a kiss, dear, I'll surely return it someday. If I steal your dreams, dear, I'll bring them back some way. If I steal your moonlight, I'll bring it back more divine,. But if I steal your
You are too beautiful. my dear, to be true. and I am a fool for beauty. fooled by a feeling. that because I had found you. I could have bound you to me. . You are too beautiful. for one man al
If I steal a kiss, dear, I'll surely return it someday. If I steal your dreams, dear, I'll bring them back some way. If I steal your moonlight, I'll bring it back more divine,. But if I steal your
Where do you live? In a brown-stone or an apartment house, a thousand feet tall?. Where do you live? In a penthouse? Well, to be honest, I don't envy you at all. 'Cause I have a house, far from the
Sweetest little fellow, everybody knows. Don't know what to call him but he's mighty lak' a rose. Lookin' at his mammy, eyes so shiny blue. Make you think that heaven is comin' close to you. When
Full moon and empty arms. The moon is there for us to share. But where are you?. . A night like this could weave a memory. And every kiss could start a dream for two. . Full moon and empty arms