April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace Till
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace Till
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace Till
I never knew the charm of spring I never met it face to face I never knew my heart could sing I never missed a warm embrace Till April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling That no one can eve
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace Till
It's a rainy night in Paris And the harbor lights are low He must leave his love in Paris Before the winter snow On a lonely street in Paris He held her close to say "We'll meet again in Paris When there are flowers on the Champs-Elysees" "
This lovely day will lengthen into evening We'll sigh goodbye to all we ever had Alone where we have walked together I'll remember April and be glad I'll be content you loved me once in April Your lips were warm and love and spring were new I'm not a
The other night dear as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms But when I awoke dear I was mistaken And I hung my head and cried You are my sunshine my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You'll never know dear how much I love
Erroll Garner Misty 作词:Johnny Burke, Erroll Garner Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud, I can't understand I get misty, just holding your hand Walk my way, and a thousand violins begin to play Or