Jazzblaðið - 01.12.1951, Blaðsíða 15

Jazzblaðið - 01.12.1951, Blaðsíða 15
r ’-n Nýir erlendir danslagaiexiar ------------------—-—-----———-----—.—.— ---—.—j TOO YOUNG They try to tell us we’re too young Too young to really be in love. They say that love’s a word, A word we’ve only heard But cant’t begin to know the meaning oí. And yet, we’re not too young to know This love will last though years may go. And then, someday they may recall We were not to young at all. BE MY LOVE Be my love, for no one else can end this yearing This need that you and you alone create. Just fill my arms the way you’ve filled my dreams The dreams that you inspire with ev’ry sweet desire. Be my love, and with your kisses set me burning One kiss is all I need to seal my fate, And hand in hand we’U find love’s promised land. There’ll be no one but you, for me eternally, If you wUl be my love. THE LOVLIEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR When you are in love It’s the lovliest night of the year Stars twinkle above And you almost can touch them from here. Words fall into rhyme Any time you are holding me near When you are in love It’s the loveliest night of the year. Waltzing along in the blue Like a breeze drifting over the sand. Thrilled by the wonder of you And the wonderful touch of your hand And my heart starts to beat Like a chUd when a birthday is near. So, kiss me my sweet, It’s the loveliest night of the year. IVORY RAG When the old piano plays I could dance for days and days Red hot! That’s what! Play the Ivory Rag Run that scale right up and down Make a break and go to town Two step! Some pep! Play that Ivory rag. Let’s dance my little honey bunny Baby, And we will romance a little honey bunny boo Come on and do a step then whirl about While he pours that music out Red hot! That’s what! Play that Ivory Rag. JEZEBEL If ever the devil was born Without a pair of horns. It was you Jezebel it was you. If ever an angel fell Jezebel it was you. Jezebel it was you. If ever a pair of eyes promised a paradise Deceiving me, grieving me, leaving me blue Jezebel it was you. If ever the devil’s plan was made to torment a man, it was you, Jezebel it was you. I APOLOGISE If I told a lie, if I made you cry, When I said goodby I’m sorry From the bottom of my heart, dear, I Apologise. If I caused you pain, I know I’m to blame, Must have been in sane, believe me, From the bottom of my heart, dear, I Apologise. I realize I’ve been unfair to you, Please let me make amends. Don’t say that you forgot the love we knew. After all, we were more than friends, If Iv’e made you blue, Iv’e had heartaches too, Now I beg of you forgive me, From the bottom of my heart, dear, I Apologise. GOOD LUCK. GOOD HEALTH. GOD BLESS YOU Good luck, good health, God bless you, That’s all my heart can say Good luck, good health, God bless you, And guide you on your way. No matter where you wander As long as we’re apart. Good luck, good health, God bless you and keep you And keep me still in your heart. ^azzííaÁtÁ 15
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