Anita O'Day and the Three Sounds

Sing low, sing clear Sweet words in my ear Not a whisper of despair But love's own prayer Sing on, until You bring back the thrill Of a sentimental tune That died too soon Our harmony was lost But you forgave, I forgot Whisper not of quarrels past Yo

My ship has sails that are made of silk, The decks are trimmed with gold, And of jam and spice there's a paradise in the hold. My ship's aglow with a million pearls And rubies fill each bin, The sun sits high in a sapphire sky when my ship comes in.

Fly me to the moon And let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and Mars In other words hold my hand In other words darling kiss me Fill my life with song And let me sing forevermore You are all I hope for All I worship a