Frank Sinatra Album

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky

Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way

All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
And the little ole willow is laughin' at me

Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way

Oh, what a beautiful mornin', what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way

Don't throw bouquets at me, don't please my folks too much,
Don't laugh at my jokes too much, people will say we're in love.
Don't sigh and gaze at me, your sighs are so like mine,
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine, people will say we're in love.
Don't start collecting things, give me my rose and my glove,
Sweetheart, they're suspecting things, people will say we're in love.
(Don't start collecting things, give me my rose and my glove)
Sweetheart, they're suspecting things, people will say we're in love.
(People will say we're in love.)


() = back up singers.

When I take you out tonight with me
honey, here's the way it's gonna be,
You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses in the slickest gig you'll ever see.

Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
when I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top.

Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
when I drive them high steppin' strutters,
Nosy folks will peep through the shutters and their eyes will pop.

Those wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown, the dashboard's genuine leather.
With nice bright curtains that can roll right down in case there's a change in the weather.

Two bright side lights winking and blinkin,
ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinking,
You can keep your rig if you're thinking that I care to swap
For that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top.

(Would you say the fringe was made of silk?) Wouldn't have no other kind but silk.
(Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?)
One's like snow, the others more like milk (so you can tell `em apart)
All the world would fly in a flurry
when I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top.

When we hit that road hell for leather
cats and dogs all dance in the heather.
Birds and frogs will sing all together and the toads will hop.

The wind will whistle as we rattle along, the cows will moo in the clover
The river will ripple out a whispered song, and whisper it over and over.

Don't you wish you'd go on forever,
don't wish you'd go on forever,
Don't you wish you'd go on forever and would never stop
In that shiny little surrey with fringe on the top?

There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky

Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way

All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
And the little ole willow is laughin' at me

Oh, what a beautiful mornin', oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way

Oh, what a beautiful mornin', what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin' everything's goin' my way

If I loved you, time and again I would try to say
All I'd want you to know
If I loved you, words wouldn't come in an easy way
`round in circles I'd go
Longin' to tell you but, afraid and shy,
I'd let my golden chances pass me by

Soon you'd leave me, off you would go in the mist of day
Never, never to know
How I love you, if I loved you

Soon you'd leave me, off you would go in the mist of day
Never, never to know
How I love you, if I loved you

When you walk through a storm,
hold your head up high,
and don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm,
is the golden sky,
and the sweet silver song of the lark.
Walk on through the wind,
walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown,
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
you'll never walk alone.

I wonder what he'll think of me
I guess he'll call me "the old man"
I guess he'll think I can lick
Ev'ry other fella's father
Well, I can!

I bet that he turns out to be
The spittin' image of his dad
But he'll have more common sense
Than his puddin'-headed father ever had

I'll teach him to wrassle and dive through a wave
When we go in the morning for our swim
His mother can teach him the way to behave
But she won't make a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill!

Bill. I will see that he is named after me, I will.
My boy, Bill, he'll be tall and tough as a tree, will Bill!
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around!
No pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him around

I don't give a damn what he does as long as he does what he likes!
He can sit on his tail or work on a rail with a hammer and hammer in spikes!
He can ferry a boat on a river or peddle a pack on his back
Or work up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a horse and a hack

He can haul a scow along a canal, run a cow around a corral
Or maybe bark for a carousel
Of course, it takes talent to do that well


He might be a champ of the heavyweights or a fella that sells you glue
Or President of the United States, that'd be all right, too

Not Bill!

My boy, Bill he'll be tall and as tough as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow with his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try to boss or toss him around!
No fat-bottomed, flabby-faced, pot-bellied, baggy-eyed bully'll boss him around

And I'll be damned if he'll marry his boss's daughter
A skinny-lipped virgin with blood like water
Who'll give him a peck and call it a kiss
And look in his eyes through a *lorgnette*
Hey, why am I takin' on like this?
My kid ain't even been born yet!

I can see him when he's seventeen or so and startin' in to go with a girl
I can give him lots of pointers, very sound, on the way to get 'round any girl
I can tell him
Wait a minute!
Could it be?
What the hell!
What if he is a girl?
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father to a girl

She mighn't be so bad,at that
A kid with ribbons in her hair!
A kind of neat and petite little tin-type of her mother!
What a pair!

My little girl, pink and white as peaches and cream is she
My little girl is half again as bright as girls were meant to be!
Dozens of boys pursue her, many a likely lad
Does what he can to woo her from her faithful dad

She has a few pink and white young fellas of two and three
But my little girl gets hungry ev'ry night and she comes home to me!

I gotta get ready before she comes
Gotta make certain that she won't be dragged up in slums with a lot o' bums like me
She's gotta be sheltered and fed and dressed in the best that money can buy!
I never knew how to get money but, I'll try, by God! I'll try!
I'll go out and make it or steal it
Or take it or die!

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
O why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were someone else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never head
From a girl I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
Spinning spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as
Well be
Spring

The light-hearted gay kind of charm you display, that's for me.
The wonderful sly little trick with your eye, that's for me.
What a feather in my hat if I could gratify your wish;
Do you like the movies, or what is your favorite dish?
The tilt of your chin, when you chuckle or grin, that's for me.
You might as well know that wherever you go, there I'll be
Just to make sure you keep your heart alone and fancy free.
No one else can have it; that's for me

A fellow needs a girl to sit by his side, at the end of a weary day.
To sit by his side and listen to him talk and agree with the things he'll say.
A fellow needs a girl to hold in hid arms when the rest of the world goes wrong,
To hold in his arms and know that she believes that her fellow is wise and strong.
When things go right, and his job's well done,
He wants to share the prize he's won.
If no one shares and no one cares,
Where is the fun of a job well done? Or a prize you've won?
A fellow needs a home, his own kind of home, but to make this dream come true,
A fellow needs a girl, his own kind of girl, my kind of girl is you.

We have nothing to remember so far, so far,
So far we haven't walked by night and shared the light of a star.
So far your heart has never fluttered so near, so near
That my own heart alone could hear it.
We haven't gone beyond the very beginning,
We've just begun to know how lucky we are.
So we have nothing to remember so far, so far.
But now I'm face to face with you and now at last we've met,
And now we can look forward to the things we'll never forget.

We haven't gone beyond the very beginning,
We've just begun to know how lucky we are
So we have nothing to remember so far, so far.
But now I'm face to face with you, and now at last we've met,
And now we can look forward to the things we'll never forget.

No keepsakes have we for days that are gone,
No fond recollections to look back upon,
No song that we love, no scene to recall, we have no traditions at all.

I touch your hand,
And my arms grow strong,
Like a pair of birds
That burst with song.
My eyes look down
At your lovely face,
And I hold the world
In my embrace.

Younger than springtime are you,
Softer than starlight are you;
Warmer than winds of June are the gentle lips you gave me.
Gayer than laughter are you,
Sweeter than music are you;
Angel and lover, heaven and earth,
Are you to me.

And when your youth and joy invade my arms
And fill my heart, as now they do,
Then younger than springtime am I,
Gayer than laughter am I,
Angel and lover, heaven and earth,
Am I with you.

Some enchanted evening
You may see a stranger
You may see a stranger
Across a crowded room

And somehow you know
You know even then,
That somewhereyou'll see her
Again and again

Some enchanted evening
Someone may be laughing
You may hear her laughing
Across a crowded room

And night after night
As strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter
Will sing in your dreams

Who can explain it?
who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons
Wise men never try

Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love
When you feel her call you
Across a crowded room
Then fly to her side
And make her your own

Or all through your life you may dream all alone
Once you have found her
Never let her go
Once you have found her
Never let her go

Most people live on a lonely island,
Lost in the middle of a foggy sea.
Most people long for another island,
One where they know they would like to be.

Bali Ha'i
May call you,
Any night,
Any day.
In your heart
You'll hear it call you:
"Come away,
Come away."

Bali Ha'i
Will whisper
On the wind
Of the sea:
"Here am I,
Your special island!
Come to me,
Come to me."

Your own special hopes,
Your own special dreams,
Bloom on the hillside
And shine in the streams.

If you try,
You'll find me
Where the sky
Meets the sea;
"Here am I,
Your special island!
Come to me,
Come to me!"

Bali Ha'i,
Bali Ha'i,
Bali Ha'i.

"Someday you'll see me,
Floating in the sunshine,
My head sticking out
From a low-flying cloud;
You'll hear me call you,
Singing through the sunshine,
Sweet and clear as can be,
Come to me,
Here am I,
Come to me!"

Bali Ha'i,
Will whisper
On the wind
Of the sea:
"Here am I,
Your special island!
Come to me,
Come to me."

"Bali Ha'i,
Bali Ha'i,
Bali Ha'i."

Hello young lovers who ever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good wishes go with you tonight
I've been in love like you

Be brave young lovers and follow your star
Be brave and faithful and true

Cling very close to each other tonight
I've been in love like you

I know how it feels to have wings on your heels
And fly down the street in a trance
You fly down a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet not really by chance

Don't cry young lovers what ever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone
All of my memories are happy tonight
I've had a love of my own
I've had a love of my own like yours
I've had a love of my own

We kiss in the shadow
We hide from the moon
Our meetings are few
And over too soon

We speak in a whisper
Afraid to be heard
When people are near
We speak not a word

Alone in our secret
Together we sigh
For one smiling day
To be free

To kiss in the sunlight
And say to the sky
Behold and believe
What you see
Behold how my lover loves me

Alone in our secret
Together we sigh
For one smiling day
To be free

To kiss in the sunlight
And say to the sky
Behold and believe
What you see
Behold how my lover loves me

Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head erect
And whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect I'm afraid.
While shivering in my shoes, I try to tell each toe
To whistle a happy tune and no one ever knows I'm afraid.
The result of this deception is very strange to tell,
For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.
I whistle a happy tune, and every single time,
The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid.
Make believe you're brave, that's the trick to take you far,
You may as brave as you make believe you are
(whistle)
You may as brave as you make believe you are.

The result of this deception is very strange to tell,
For when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.
I whistle a happy tune, and every single time,
The happiness in the tune convinces me that I'm not afraid.
Make believe you're brave, that's the trick to take you far,
You may as brave as you make believe you are
(whistle)
You may as brave as you make believe you are.