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(1947) gian carlo menotti
The sun is falling and it lies in blood
The moon is weaving bandages of gold
Old black swan where oh where is my lover now
Where oh where is my lover now
Torn and tattered is my bridal gown and my lamp is lost
With silver needles and with silver threads
The stars stitch a route for the dying sun
Old black swan where oh where is my lover now
I had given him a kiss and a golden ring
And a golden ring
I had given him a kiss of fire and a golden ring
Oh with silver needles and with silver threads
The stars stitch a route for the dying sun
Black wing o black wing take me down with you
Take me down with you take me down with you
Take me down with you
Old black swan take me down with you
I had given him a kiss of fire
Take me down with you
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Nina Simone
If you knew how I missed you
You would not stay away today
Don't you know I need you
Stay here my dear with me
I need you here my darling
Together for a day a day
Together never parting
Just you just me my love
I can't go on without you
Your love is all I'm living for
I love all things about you
Your heart your soul my love
I need you here beside me
Forever and a day a day
I know whatever betides me
I love you I love you I do
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(1957) paul francis webster, jerry livingston
You ask me how much I need you
Must I explain
I need you oh my darling
Like roses need rain
You ask how long I'll love you
I'll tell you true
Until the twelfth of never
I'll still be loving you
Hold me close
Never let me go
Hold me close
Melt my heart like april snow
I'll love you 'til the bluebells
Forget to bloom
I'll love you 'til the clover
Has lost it's perfume
And I'll love you 'til the poets
Run out of rhyme
Until the twelfth of never
And that's a long, long time
Hold me close
Never let me go
Hold me close
Melt my heart like april snow
I'll love you 'til the bluebells
Forget to bloom
I'll love you 'til the clover
Has lost it's perfume
And I'll love you 'til the poets
Run out of rhyme
Until the twelfth of never
And that's a long, long time
Until the twelfth of never
And that's a long, long time
A long, long time
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The rain has stopped
The streets are fresh and warm
The sky is clear
The day begins to form
Once more I step outside
And in my quiet way
Once again these words I have to say
Will I find my love today
Will I see his smiling face
In some quiet, romantic place
Will he come my way
Will I find my love today
How I wonder how we'll meet
In the park or on the street
Will he come my way...
How am I to find love
What am I to do
I'm a lonely girl
With no rendevous
Will I find my love today
Will I see his smiling face
In some quiet, romantic place
Will he come my way
How am I to find love
Tell me, what am I to do
I'm a lonesome girl
With no rendevous
Will I find my love today
How I wonder how we'll meet
In the park or on the street
Or if I don't
I know tommorow
I will say
Will I find my love today
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The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair
The other woman enchantes her clothes with French perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere
And when her baby comes to call
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cos when she's by his side
It's such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone
Where do you come from where do you go
Where do you come from Cotton Eyed Joe
I come for to see you and I come for to sing
And I come for to show you my diamond ring
If it hadn't a-been for Cotton Eyed Joe
Well I'd a-been married a long time ago
Oh where do you come from where do you go
Where do you come from where do you go
Where do you come from where do you go
My Cotton Eyed Joe
Tell me where do you come from and where do you go
Tell me where do you come from my Cotton Eyed Joe
Well I come for to see you and I come for to sing
And I come for to show you my diamond ring
Oh Joe if you hadn't been so slow
Well I'd a-been married a long time ago
Where do you come from where do you go
Where do you come from where do you go
I come for to see you and I come for to sing
And I come for to show you my diamond ring
Well if it hadn't a-been for Cotton Eyed Joe
Well I'd a-been married a long time ago
Oh where do you come from where do you go
My my Cotton Eyed Joe
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