Frank Sinatra Album

Through the clouds, gray with years, over hill, wet with tears,
To a world young and free, we shall fly, follow me.
April green, everywhere, April songs always there,
Come and hear, come and see, follow me.
To the tree where our hopes hang high,
To the dream that should never die,
Where our long lost tomorrows still are in the sweet bye and bye.
Time goes by, or do we, close your eyes, and you'll see
As we were, we can be, weep no more, follow me.
Follow me, follow me.
(musical interlude)
To the tree where our hopes hang high,
To the dream that should never die,
Where our long lost tomorrows still are in the sweet bye and bye.
Time goes by, or do we, close your eyes, and you'll see
As we were, we can be, weep no more, follow me.
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Get behind me, follow me.

Never comb your hair, Sun-ny!
Leave the breez-es there, Sun-ny!
Let your stock-ing fall down,
For shock-ing the town is all that you do.
Smil-ing all the while, Tom-boy
Where'd you get your smile from boy?
Lit-tle sun-ny girl,
Be my hon-ey girl, I'm for you!

Got my tweed pressed, got my best vest, all I need now is the girl
Got my striped tie, got my hopes high
Got the time and the place and I got the rhythm,
Now all I need's the girl to go with'em

If she'll just appear we'll take this big town for a whirl
And if she'll say "My, darling, I'm yours"
I'll throw away my striped tie and my best-pressed tweed
All I really need is the girl

Got my tweed pressed, I got my best vest, all I need now is the girl
Got my striped tie, got my hopes `way up high
I got the time and the place and the rhythm
All I need's the girl to go with'em

Mm, if she'll just appear we'll take this, this great big town for a whirl
And if, if she'll say "My, darlin', I'm yours"
I'll throw away my striped tie and my best-pressed tweed
All I real, really need is the girl

All I need is the girl

Summer, you old Indian Summer
You're the tear that comes after June-time's laughter
You see so many dreams that don't come true
Dreams we fashioned when Summertime was new

You are here to watch over
Some heart that is broken by a word that somebody left unspoken
You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray
Fading too soon, that's why I say
"Farewell to you, Indian Summer"




You are here to watch over
A heart that is broken by a word that somebody left unspoken
You're the ghost of a romance in June going astray
Fading too soon, that's why I say
"Farewell to you, Indian Summer"

You old Indian Summer

I like the sunrise 'cause it brings a new day,
I like a new day, it brings new hope, they say.
I like the sunrise blazing in the new sky,
Night time is weary, oh and so am I.
Every evening I wish upon a star
That my brand new bright tomorrow isn't very far.
When that heavy blue curtain of night is raised up high,
Out of sight, I like the sunrise, oh heavenly day,
I like the sunrise, I hope it lights for me
(Full musical interlude)
Every evening I wish upon a star
That my brand new bright tomorrow isn't very far.
When that heavy blue curtain of night is raised up high,
Way out of sight, I like the sunrise, so heavenly to see,
I like the sunrise, I hope it likes poor me.
I hope it likes poor me.

I remember when the sunlight had a special kind of brightness
And laughter held a lover's kind of lightness, Yellow days, yellow days.
She would hold me and the smile would spread around us so completely
And the softness of a kiss would linger sweetly, Yellow days, yellow days.
But then came thunder and I heard her say "goodbye"
Through tears of wonder, Now I'm alone and my heart wants to know
Yellow days, where'd you go?
Life is empty and the sunlight seems so harsh instead of tender
And the laughter's just an echo I'll remember Yellow days, yellow days.
Now I'm alone and my heart wants to know
Yellow days, where'd you go?
Life is empty and the sunlight seems so harsh instead of tender
And the laughter's just an echo I'll remember Yellow days, yellow days

Poor Butterfly
'Neath the blossoms waiting
Poor Butterfly
For she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs low
The moon and I
Know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come back
By and by
But if he don't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly
(Repeat, then modulate and repeat again)

Hear my voice, where you are, take a train, steal a car,

Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me.

Catch a flame, catch a breeze, on your hand, on your knees,

Swim up high, only please come on back to me.

On a mule, in a jet, with your hair in a net,

In a shower wet, I don抰 care.

This is where you should be, from the hills to the shore,

By the wind to my door, raise the highway dust,

Break the law if you must, throw the world, only just

Come back to me.



Blast your hide, you recall, must I fight City hall

Here and now, damn it all, come on back to me,

Where on earth must I be, still I yell till I抦 blue,

In control then when you come on back to me.

Have you gone to the moon, or the corner saloon

And to crack and to croon, madamselle, where in hell can you be?

In a crate, in a trunk, on a horse, on a junk,

In a road or a van, wrapped in mink or saran,

Anyway that you can, came back to me,

Come back to me, come back to me, come back,

Come back to me, me!