Sunday, October 09, 2005

Rainy Day Song Lyrics - I.

Poor Butterfly
(R. Hubbell, J. Golden)

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, I just must die,
Poor Butterfly.



Yellow Days
(A. Carrillo, A. Bernstain)

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.


September Song
(K. Weill, M. Anderson)


When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game.
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came

When you meet with the young girls early in the spring
You court them in song and rhyme.
They answer with words and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day,
A plentiful waste of time.

Oh, it's a long, long while
From May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
When the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time
For the waiting game.
Oh, the days dwindle down
To a precious few.
September, November...
And these few precious days
I'll spend with you.
These precious days I'll spend with you.


Roses of Picardy
(F. Weatherly, H. Wood)

She is watching by the poplars,
Colinette with the sea-blue eyes,
She is watching and longing, and waiting
Where the long white roadway lies.
And a song stirs in the silence,
As the wind in the boughs above,
She listens and starts and trembles,
'Tis the first little song of love.

Roses are shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silver dew,
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime,
And our roads may be far apart,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy,
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart.

And the years fly on forever,
Till the shadows veil their skies,
But he loves to hold her little hands,
And look into her sea-blue eyes,
And she sees the road by the poplars,
Where they met in the bygone years,
For the first little song of the roses,
Is the last little song she hears:

Roses are shining in Picardy,
In the hush of the silver dew,
Roses are flow'ring in Picardy,
But there's never a rose like you!
And the roses will die with the summertime,
And our roads may be far apart,
But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy,
'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart.


Early Autumn
(J. Mercer, R Burns, W Herman)


When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breeze
And touches with her hand the summer trees,
Perhaps you'll understand what memories I own.
There's a dance pavilion in the rain all shuttered down,
A winding country lane all russet brown,
A frosty window pane shows me a town grown lonely.

That spring of ours that started so April-hearted,
Seemed made for just a boy and girl.
I never dreamed, did you,
Any fall would come in view,
So early, early.

Darling if you care, please, let me know,
I'll meet you anywhere, I miss you so.
Let's never have to share
Another early autumn.


Laura
(J Mercer, D Raskin)


Laura is the face in the misty lights,
Footsteps that you hear down the hall,
The laugh that floats on a summer night
That you can never quite recall.

And you see Laura on the train that is passing through
Those eyes how familiar they seem.
She gave your very first kiss to you
That was Laura
But she's only a dream.