Jazz - 01.06.1947, Qupperneq 7

THE DARKTOWN STRUTTER’S BALL
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GOOD NIGHT TILL TOMORROW
Good night til tomorrow,
now the long day is through.
Good night til tomorrow
l’ll be dreaming of you.
Then in the morning, Tll see you again.
Thanks for the memories
I’ll treasure till then,
Good night till tomorrow
doesn’t mean we shall part.
For you are sleeping
you’ll be close to my heart,
l’ll be there with you, in dreams to night,
Aand so till tomorrow „Good night".
I’M IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE.
Lovely interludel Most romantic mood,
and your attitude is right, dear.
Sweahart! You have me under a spell.
Now my dreams is real!
That is why I feel. Such a strong appeal
to night!
Somehow! All my reason ta\es flight! Dear.
Whether saint or prude,
when a girl is wooed,
love can't be subdued, if only, lonely,
she \nows the loving is true.
So, of winning you,
I’m beginning to hope,
if it should rain we’ll let it.
But for tonight, forget it!
l'm in the mood for love.
Tve got some good news, Honey,
an invitation to the Darhtown Ball.
It’s a very swell affair.
All the „High browns" will be there,
l’ll wear my high sil\ hat
and a frock tail coat,
You wear your Paris gown
and your new sil/{ shawl,
there ain’t no doubt about it, babe,
we’ll be the best dressea in the hall.
I’ll be down to get you in a Taxi, Honey.
You better be ready about half past eight,
now dearie, don’t be late.
I want to be there when the band starts
playing.
Remember when we get there, Honey,
the twosteps, Tm goin’ to have em all.
Goin to dance out my shoes.
When they play the „Jelly Roll Blues".
Tommorrow night at the Dar\town
Strutters’ Ball.
LET HIM GO — LET HIM TARRY
j» »•
Farewell to cold winter, summer’s
come at last.
Nothing have I gained but my true love
1 have lost.
l'll sing and Til be happy li\e the birds
upon the tree,
For since he deceived me, I care no more
for he.
Let him go, let him tarry, let him sin\
or let himswim.
He doesn't care for me nor I don't care
forhim.
He can go and get another
that I hope he will enjoy
For T mgoing to marry a far nicer boy.
JAZZ 7