Heimilisritið - 01.07.1946, Blaðsíða 40

JJ Sönglagatextar f
'GREEN EYES
Your green eyes with their soft Iights,
Your eyes that promise sweet nights
Bring to my saul a longing, a thirst for
love divine.
In dreams I seem to hold you
To find you and enfold you
Our lips meet, and our hearts too, with a
thrill so sublime.
'Those cool and limpid green eyes
A pool wherein my love lies
So deep tliat in my searching for happiness,
I fear that they will ever haunt me
All through my life they’ll taunt me
But will tliey ever want me?
Green eyes, make my dreams come true.
I’M THINKING TONIGHT OF MY
BLUE EYES
Oh, I’m thinking tonight of my blue eyes
Who is dreaming far over the sea,
Oh, I’m tliinking tonight of my blue eyes,
And I wonder if he thinks of me.
Quiet moon up above, shining down on my
love,
Tell him I’H wait ’til he comes home to stay,
Oh, I’m thinking tonight of my blue eyes,
,And I wonder if he thinks of me.
SUDDENLY IT’S SPRING
Why is my heart dancing? Imagine dancing,
You look at me and suddenly it’s spring,
Why do I keep sighing? Not sad, just sigh-
ing,
I’m young and frce, and suddenly it's
spring.
High on a hilltop love is calling.
Someone should wish me happy falling.
No more being lonely, can I be lonely?
You look at me and suddenly its spring.
DON’T SWEETHEART ME
Don’t sweetheart me if you don’t mean it
Don’t talk sweet words if they’re not true
Don’t tear my heart like it was paper
Because my heart loves only you;
You can’t go ’round „sweethearting“ others
And then pretend tliat I am your exclusi-
vely
Love must be true, mean what you’re say-
ing,
Unless you do don’t sweetheart me.
TIIE MUSIC STOPPED
The music stopped, but we were still dano-
ing,
Which goes to show that music has charms;
The lights were low, svo we kept on danc-
ing,
I felt the glow of you in my arms,
The band had left the stand we were in
heaven,
Dancing on a cloud ’way off in the bluc.
The music stopped, and people were glanc-
ing,
But we went on dancing, for we didn’t
knovr,
Because the lights were low
And we were in love.
SOMEONE TO LOVE
Iv’e got the blues for someone to love,
How I could use a someone to love.
Oh, how I miss the thrill of a kiss,
The ring of a phone,
Somebody’s charms to liold in my arms
MTienever I’m lonesome.
If I could find my someone to love,
I wouldn’t mind those clouds up above.
Tell me, am I just dreaming,
Or can it be true,
My someone to love is you.
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