chop, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing Charlie Ching Make his sing song swing With a
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
I let a song go out of my heart It was the sweetest melody I know I've lost Heaven 'Cause you were the song Since you and I have drifted apart Life doesn
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tunes The Neapolitan street song sighs You think of Italian skies Each nation has a creative vein Originating a native strain With folk songs plaintive
The song is ended But the melody lingers on You and the song are gone But the melody lingers on The night was splendid And the melody seemed to say Summer
Every meeting's a marvelous pastime You're increasingly sweet So whenever we happen to meet I greet you with a song in my heart I behold your adorable face Just a song
You keep coming back Like a song A song that keeps Saying, remember The sweet used-to-be That was once you and me Keeps coming back Like an old melody
Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. The Christmas Song.
Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. I Let A Song Go Out Of My Heart.
Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. You Keep Coming Back Like A Song.
Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. With A Song In My Heart.
Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. The Buzzard Song.
Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. Sing, Song, Swing.
Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. The Song Is Ended (But The Melody Lingers On).
Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. The Real American Folk Song.
Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. Sing Me A Swing Song (And Let Me Dance).
Translation: Fitzgerald, Ella. The Song Is Ended.
