Hear that lonesome whippoorwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so long
I'll be home, I'll be home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feeling down And need some sympathy Nobody's around To keep
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Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along And everything's starting to hum Still it's a real good bet The best is yet to come Yes
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune He whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns,
Time after time I tell myself that I'm So lucky to be loving you So lucky to be The one you run to see In the evening When the day is through I only
In the evening when the cattle's [Incomprehensible] An old familiar feeling settles over me And it's your face I see and I believe that you are there
I know he's around When the sky and the ground started ringing I know that he's near By the thunder I hear in advance His words, his words alone are
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I am starry
Blue skies, smilin' at me Nothin' but blues skies do I see Bluebirds singing a song Nothin' but bluebirds all day long Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
t gonna change the way you die Dear Rosemary (Dear Rosemary) You're part of me (You're part of me) Dear Rosemary (Dear Rosemary) Please pardon me (Please pardon me) Dear Rosemary (Dear Rosemary
will pass on by Rosemary taste the sky A widow of belief Still your morning sense no grief Rainy days will pass on by Rosemary taste the sky Mirror
place He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts Rosemary combed
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk Are secretly unhappy men because The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk Get paid for what they do
A girl went back to Napoli Because she missed the scenery The native dances and the charming songs But wait a minute, something's wrong Hey, mambo
They're either too young, or too old They're either too gray or too grassy green The pickings are poor and the crop is lean What's good is in the army
Sooner or later You're gonna be comin' around I betcha, I'll betcha that I'll catch ya You wait and see Sooner or later You wanna be hangin' around I
Say goodbye Why I can barely say goodnight If I can hardly take my eyes from yours How far can I go? Walk away The thought would never cross my mind