For the wind to suck For the sun to rot For the leaves to drop Here is Strange and bitter crop As sung by Billie Holiday Southern trees bear strange
warmth A happy holiday In each heart of fire of warmth A happy holiday Have a happy holiday Have a happy holiday Santa rides his sleigh Have a happy holiday
Translation: Williams, Billy. Everyday Will Be Like A Holiday.
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And I don't stand A ghost of a chance with you If you'd surrender Just for a tender Kiss or two You might discover That I'm the lover meant for you
A fine romance, with no kisses A fine romance, my friend this is We should be like A couple of hot tomatoes But you're as cold as Yesterday's mashed potatoes
Irving kahal / sammy fain A sunbonnet blue and a yellow straw hat Shy little he and she Were declaring love's old story In the shade of the old apple
George and Ira Gershwin / DuBose Heyward I love you, Porgy Don't let him take me Don't let him handle me And drive me mad If you can keep me I want
Herb Magidson / Allie Wrubel My blue horizon is turning gray And my dreams are drifting away Your eyes don't shine like they used to shine And the thrill
When somebody loves you It's no good unless he loves you All the way Happy to be near you When you need someone to cheer you All the way Taller than
All of me Why not take all of me Can't you see I'm no good without you Take my lips I want to loose them Take my arms I'll never use them Your goodbye
Any old time you want me I am yours for the asking darling Any old time you need me Ill be their with love that's lasting darling. All through the years
All or nothing at all Half a love never appealed to me If your heart never could yield to me Then I'd rather have nothing at all All or nothing at all
There's snowflakes in the sky And geese are flying high But it's April in my heart again The devil's got his due Love's holiday is through Love and I
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm
There ain't nothin' I can do or nothin' I can say That folks don't criticize me but I'm going to do Just as I want to anyway And don't care just what
Well, good morning, baby, welcome back to town How do, fine papa, welcome back to town You're doing so much traveling Never know when you'll be around