Sarah Vaughan Sneakin' Up on You歌词

Sarah Vaughan - And I Love Her (And I Love Him) I give him all my love, that's all I do And if you saw my love, you'd love him too I love him He gives me everything, and tenderly The kiss my lover brings, he brings to me And I love him A love like ou

Winds may blow over the icy sea I'll take with me the warmth of thee A taste of honey A taste much sweeter than wine I will return I'll return I'll come back for the honey and you I'll leave behind my heart to wear And may it e'er remind you of A tas

There ain't no use In hanging 'round No, there ain't no use I'm gonna put you down There's no room left in my heart For you Ain't no use For you to cry Ain't no use This is goodbye You done me wrong So many times Now I'm through The best years of my

Tall an' tan an' young an' lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes, each one she passes goes, aah! When she walks she's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gentle That when she passes, each one she passes goes, aah! Oo

The leaves of brown came tumblin' down, remember In September in the rain The sun went out just like a dying ember That September in the rain To every word of love I heard you whisper The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain Though spring is here

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If you hear A song in blue Like a flower crying For the dew That was my heart serenading you My prelude to a kiss If you hear a song that grows From my tender sentimental woes That was my heart trying to compose A prelude to a kiss Though it's just a

Lately, I find myself gazing at stars Hearing guitars like someone in love Sometimes the things I do astound me Mostly whenever you're around me Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings Bump into things like someone in love Each time I look at you

Sunday is gloomy; my hours are slumber-less Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry