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Nat King Cole Nat King Cole Sings George Shearing Plays

there be me Let there be oysters under the sea Let there be wind, an occasional rain Chile con care, sparkling champagne Let there be birds to sing

Tonight while all the world is still Fly sweet song over the highest hill Go to my loved one, Serenata for me Sing him my song, love's melody Tonight

Oh it's often use many words to say a simple thing It takes thought and time and rhyme To make a poem sing With music and words I've been playing For

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One

Lost April Where did you go? Like winter's snow I saw you vanish Lost April So soft and warm A memory Not even time can banish Lost April That taught

happy, always gay Still I'm all alone in Paris Praying you'll return someday Can't lose this blues, this Azure-Te Montmartre, springtime, Eiffel Tower Funny taxis, the kids at play