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Monday, June 24, 2013

ALL TRACKS TO KUNZ MEDLEY starting IT'S BEEN A LONG LONG TIME -- THAT FEELING IN THE MOONLIGHT -- THE MOMENT I SAW YOU -- I'LL BUY THAT DREAM -- IT'S A GRAND NIGHT FOR SINGING -- IT MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING

Speranza

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kiss me once then kiss me twice then kiss me once again
IT'S BEEN A LONG--LONG TIME.
haven't felt like this my dear since I can't remember when
IT'S BEEN A LONG--LONG TIME.
you'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you
or just how empty they all seemed without you
so kiss me once then kiss me twice then kiss me once again
IT'S BEEN A LONG LONG TIME.


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did you ever get THAT FEELING IN THE MOONLIGHT
that wonderful feeling that you want to be kissed
you're strolling thru the park the stars so bright above
you'd love to love somebody but there's nobody there to love
did you ever get that longing on a June night
that wonderful longing you can never resist
did you ever get THAT FEELING IN THE MOONLIGHT 
that feeling that says you want to be kissed.


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THE MOMENT I SAW YOU I said to myself
you're too nice a baby to meet on the shelf
your your
your two eyes of blue
betwitch me completely
oh I fell for you
THE MOMENT I SAW YOU the first you wore
your diamonds, the perfume
I knew more
that you were the gal I was meant to adore
I knew it THE MOMENT I SAW YOU



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imagine me with my head on your shoulder
and you with your lips getting bolder
a sky full of moon and a sweet mellow tune
I'LL BUY THAT DREAM
imagine me in a gown white and flow'ry
and you thanking dad for my dowry
a church full of folks -- those last-minute jokes
 I'LL BUY THAT DREAM
a honeymoon in Cairo
in a brand new autogyro,
then off to Rio for a drink
we'll settle down in Dallas in a little plastic palace
o it's not as crazy as you think
imagine me eighty-three wearing glasses
and you, ninety-two, making passes;
it doesn't sound bad and if it can be had
I'LL BUY THAT DREAM.



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IT'S A GRAND NIGHT FOR SINGING
the moon is flying high
and somewhere a bird who is bound he'll be heard
is throwing his heart at the sky
IT'S A GRAND NIGHT FOR SINGING
the stars are bright above, the earth is a-glow
and to add to the show, I think I am falling in love
falling falling in love.
IT'S A GRAND NIGHT FOR SINGING
the moon is flying high,
and somewhere a bird
who is bound he’ll be heard,
is throwing his heart at the sky! Wayne:
maybe it's more than the moon
maybe it's more than the birds
maybe it's more than sight of the night
in a light too lovely for words.
maybe it's more than the earth
shiny in silvery blue.
maybe the reason I'm feeling this way
has something to do with you
it's a grand night for singing
the moon is flying high
and somewhere a bird who is bound he'll be heard
Is throwing his heart at the sky
IT'S A GRAND NIGHT FOR SINGING
The stars are bright above
the earth is a-glow
And, to add to the show I think I am falling in love
Falling, falling in love
It's a grand night for singing
The moon is flying high
and somewhere a bird
Who is bound he'll be heard
Is throwing his heart at the sky
IT'S A GRAND NIGHT FOR SINGING
The stars are bright above
The earth is a-glow
And, to add to the show I think I am falling in love!
Falling, falling in love!

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I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm, I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever, but I know it isn't spring
I'm as starry eyed and gravely 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 somewhere else walking down a strange new street
hearing words I have never never heard from a man I've yet to meet.
I'm as busy as a spider spinning day-dreams, I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rose-bud, or a robin or a blue-bird on the wing
but I feel so gay  in a melancholy way that IT MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING
the things I used to like I don't like any more,
I want a lot of other things I've never had before
It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored

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