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The Way You Look Tonight - Song Lyrics

* Written in 1936 for the Academy Award winning musical "Swing Time"
* Lyrics by Dorothy Fields and music by Jerome Kern
* Originally performed in the movie by Fred Astaire
* Best known version recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1964
* One of the best known Sinatra songs, it never hit the top 40 charts
* Great first dance song or Father/Daughter Dance song at weddings and anniversary parties

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.

Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.

Lovely ... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it ?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.

Just the way you look to-night.

THE LIGHT OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES.

As I stroll by the stream where you stray,

A beam is reflected afar,

Which seems, on the waters, a ray—

The ray from a luminous star.

What is it that sweetens my sight,

That lightens the leaf-burthened skies?

What is it, my Love, but the light,—

The light of your beautiful eyes?

As nearer and nearer I roam,

In the month of the rosy-mouthed June,

What is it that throws round your home

The mirage of the mystical moon?

What is it that softens my sight,

That mellows the marvellous skies?

What is it, my Love, but the light,—

The light of your beautiful eyes?

As I gaze on the girl of my love,

My ravishing, radiant one,

There seems to shower light from above,

And I look for the summer-time sun.

What is it that dazzles my sight,

That rivals the roseate skies?

What is it, my Love, but the light,—

The light of your beautiful eyes?

A.H. LAIDLAW

Propaganda - Duel

Eye to eye stand winners and losers
hurt by envy, cut by greed
face to face with their own disillusion
the scars of old romances still on their cheeks
and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death
just have been lies the memories of gone by time
would still recall the lie

the first cut won't hurt at all
the second only makes you wonder
the third will have you on your knees
you start bleeding I start screaming

it's too late the decision is made by fate
time to prove what forever should last
whose feelings are so true as to stand the test
whose demands are so strong as to parry all attempts
and when blow by blow the passion dies sweet little death
just have been lies the memories of gone by time
would still recall the lie

the first cut won't hurt at all
the second only makes you wonder
the third will have you on your knees
you start bleeding I start screaming

the first cut won't hurt at all
the second only makes you wonder
the third will have you on your knees
you start bleeding I start screaming
the first cut won't hurt at all
the second only makes you wonder
the third will have you on your knees
you start bleeding I start screaming
the first cut won't hurt at all
the second only makes you wonder
the third will leave you on your knees
you start bleeding I start screaming

Jack Gilbert - The Great Fires

Love is apart from all things.
Desire and excitement are nothing beside it.
It is not the body that finds love.
What leads us there is the body.
What is not love provokes it.
What is not love quenches it.
Love lays hold of everything we know.
The passions which are called love
also change everything to a newness
at first. Passion is clearly the path
but does not bring us to love.
It opens the castle of our spirit
so that we might find the love which is
a mystery hidden there.
Love is one of many great fires.
Passion is a fire made of many woods,
each of which gives off its special odor
so we can know the many kinds
that are not love. Passion is the paper
and twigs that kindle the flames
but cannot sustain them. Desire perishes
because it tries to be love.
Love is eaten away by appetite.
Love does not last, but it is different
from the passions that do not last.
Love lasts by not lasting.
Isaiah said each man walks in his own fire
for his sins. Love allows us to walk
in the sweet music of our particular heart.

Emily Dickinson - My friend must be a Bird

My friend must be a Bird --
Because it flies!
Mortal, my friend must be,
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a Bee!
Ah, curious friend!
Thou puzzlest me!