Standard Jazz Swing Manouche H

Standard jazz swing manouche

How insensitive I must have seemed When he told me that he loved me How unmoved and cold I must have seemed

Somewhere there's music How faint the tune Somewhere there's heaven How high the moon There is no moon above

Every honeybee Sighs with jealousy When they see you out with me

Heaven, my dream Heaven, divine Heaven supreme Heaven come by

now I believe in matter over mind. And now you see we mustn't wait the nearest moment that we marry is too late!

A nocturne for the blues, Played on a broken heart string. It's wailing out the news,

Standard jazz swing manouche