: Before Lord God made the sea or the land He held all the stars in the palm of his hand And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand And one
: [Intro:] She's a fool and don't I know it? But a fool can have her charms I'm in love and don't I show it? Like a babe in arms Love's the same old
: (America, America, America, America) O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain For purple moutain majesties above thy fruited plain
: I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, Madame, with you My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do You
(America, America, America, America) O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain For purple moutain majesties above thy fruited plain!
You see a pair of laughing eyes And suddenly your sighing sighs You're thinking nothing's wrong You string along, boy, then snap! Those eyes, those
[Intro:] She's a fool and don't I know it? But a fool can have her charms I'm in love and don't I show it? Like a babe in arms Love's the same old sad
I've known her valleys, I've known her mountains Her missions and her courtyards and her fountains The giant redwoods towering in the skies of her That
Make like a Mister Milquetoast and you'll get shut out, Make like a Mister Meek and you'll get cut out, Make like a little lamb, and wham, you're shorn
Call me irresponsible - call me unreliable, throw in undependable too Do my foolish alibis bore you, well I'm not too clever - I just adore you Call
I have dreamed that your arms are lovely And I have dreamed what a joy you'll be I have dreamed ev'ry word you'll whisper When you're close, close to
I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, Madame, with you My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do You
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my
The tables are empty, the dance floor's deserted. You play the same love song - it's the 10th time you've heard it. That's the beginning, just one of
My love must be a kind of blind love I can't see anyone but you And dear, I wonder if you find love An optical illusion, too? Are the stars out tonight
Looking at the world through rose colored glasses, Everything is rosy now. Looking at the world and everything that passes, Seems of rosy hue somehow
Before Lord God made the sea or the land He held all the stars in the palm of his hand And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand And one little
Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall Like the seashore clings to the sea Like you'll never get rid of your shadow Frank, you'll never get rid of me