When they begin the beguine. It brings back the sound of music so tender. It brings back a night of tropical splendor. It brings back a memory ever green. . I'm with you once more under the stars
Cathedral bells were tolling and the hearts sang on. Was it the spell of Paris or the April dawn?. Who knows if we shall meet again. But when the morning chimes ring sweet again, sweet again. . I
I've never met you, yet never doubt you. I can't forget you, I've thought Incomprehensible. I know your profile and I know the way you kiss. Just the thing I miss on a night like this If dreams are