Too marvelous for words.

When the sweet talkin's done, a man is a two face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night.

Skylark Have you anything to say to me? Won't you tell me where my love can be?

That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.

You must have been a beautiful baby, 'Cos baby just look at you now.

You must write for the waste basket.

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.