Jazz - 01.05.1947, Blaðsíða 12

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SWEET DREAMS, SWEETHEART.
Well, Darling, here we are again;
We’ve danced the night away.
The stars have faded and the moon
is on the wane,
I gtiess it’is time to say.
Good night, sweet dreams,
to morrow’s another day;
Till then, Sweet Dreams, Sweet Hearth.
Good night, sleep tight,
Vll see yoo along the way in dreams,
Sweet Dreams, Sweet Heart.
May angels up above
watch over you
and \eep you safe, my love,
until the dawn breaks thro.
Good night, sweet dreams,
to morrow’s another day;
Good night, Sweet Dreams, Sweet Heart.
ROSE OF SANTA LUZIA.
There lived a Troubadour in sunny
• Santa Luzia,
Song and romance was his whole domain;
Strumming his mandoline in sunny
Santa Luzia,
He won his love with a sweet refrain.
My Rose of Santa Luzia to you
my love I bring,
My Rose of Santa Luzia the Troubadour
wottld sing.
Each night beneath her window he smiled
and softly plaud,
And pledged his true affection
with a moonlight serenade.
Sincerely his heart was praying,
for she was his only shrine,
With longing his eyes were saying
„Will you be mine,
all mine?“
And as this story closes she sighs
I love you to,
Your Rose of Santa Luzia blooms for no
one else but you.
CALL IT A DAY.
The world they say is grim and grey,
We I(eep on striving day by day;
But when we go to bed and dream,
Things ere not what they seam.
So call it a day my darling,
For I have a wonderful scheme,
Of a little love nest,
Full of peace and of rest,
Where grey days are not tvhat they seem,
So call it a day my darling,
Forget all our sorrow and pain,
Tho the past has been grey,
We can call it a day,
And life will begin once again.
I DON’T CARE IF I NEVER
DREAM AGAIN.
Most people seem to cling to a dream
When ther’s nothing else to cling to
And there’s a good reason why
But it doesn’t apply to me:
I Don’t Care If I Never Dream Again
One IooI( at you
And all my dreams came true
12 JAZZ