Tell me do something true true of you and me That we're too busy living through, too busy to see What is it that we do, makes us what we are? If we sing
Dyin' mama, barely breathin' in a bed of nails To wander through the ruin smokin' and pale Came upon an angel and a nightingale Back where the darkness
Yesterday I thought that I walked alone And that love was just a memory But a nightingale followed me back home And my love was waiting there for me
1. Viel Freuden mit sich bringet die fröhliche Sommerzeit. Im grünen Wald jetzt singet wied'rum vor Freudigkeit ohn' Unterlaß mit hellem
When two lovers meet in Mayfair So the legends tell Songbirds sing Winter turns to spring Every winding street in Mayfair Falls beneath the spell I know
The nightingale It said to me 'There is a love Meant for me' The nightingale It flew to me And told me That it found my love He said one day 'I'll meet
When two lovers meet in Mayfair, so the legends tell Songbirds sing. Winter turns to spring Every winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell I
Love burns in a young man's heart, He would give her the moon and the stars, And all the Treasures of the Pharaohs for a moment in her arms; To the Ball
That certain night, the night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkley Square I
That certain night, the night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
That certain night the night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were Angels dining at the Ritz And the nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
That certain night, the night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angel's dining at the Ritz And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
L'usignolo ha gia cantato l'erba del mio prato brilla gia la campana del mattino tutta la mia gente sveglia gia un contadino se ne va nei campi a lavorar
Tell me, do something true true love, you and me that we're too busy living through, too busy to see. What is it, that we do makes us who we are? If
By Eric Maschwitz & Manning Sherwin That certain night The night we met There was magic abroad in the air There were angels dining at the Ritz And a
How strange it was, how sweet and strange There was never a dream to compare With that hazy, crazy night we met When a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
