Слова:
John Pizzarelli With A Song In My Heart

I have dreamed that arms are lovely I have dreamed what a joy, you'll be I have dreamed every word, you whisper When you're close, close to me How you

I feel so well No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs This can't be love I get no dizzy spells My head is not in the sky My heart does not stand still just hear

be drummed In your dear little ear You've got to be carefully taught. You've got to be taught to be afraid Of people whose eyes are oddly made, And people whose skin is a

got to have a dream, if you don't have a dream How you gonna have a dream come true? Talk about a boy sayin' to a girl "Golly, baby, I'm a lucky 'cause

Every meeting's a marvelous pastime You're increasingly sweet So whenever we happen to meet I greet you with a song in my heart I behold your adorable face Just a song