Love Ella

I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew and never wished for turkey As I hitched and hiked and grifted too, from Maine to Albuquerque Alas I missed the Beaux Arts Ball and what is twice as sad I was never at a party where they honored Noel Ca-ad But so

a tisket a tasket, a brown and yellow basket i sent a letter to my mommy, on the way i dropped it i dropped it, i dropped it, yes on the way i dropped it a little girly picked it up and put it in her pocket she was truckin' on down the avenue with no

The moon and you appear to be So near and yet so far from me And here am I on a night in june Reaching for the moon and you, I wonder if we'll ever meet My song of love is incomplete I'm just the words, looking for the tune Reaching for the moon and

My mamma done told me When I was in pigtails My mamma done told me, "hon A man is a two-face He'll give you the big eye And when the sweet talking's done A man is a two-face A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing The blues in the night." Now