Monday, June 24, 2013

KUNZ -- MEDLEY No. R. 24 -- starting with "WHEN DID YOU LEAVE HEAVEN?" -- followed by "DREAM OF SAN MARINO", "WHEN A LADY MEETS A GENTLEMAN DOWN SOUTH", "IN THE CHAPEL IN THE MOONLIGHT", "DID YOUR MOTHER COME FROM IRELAND?" and "SING, BABY, SING"

Speranza


WHEN DID YOU LEAVE HEAVEN
 How could they let you go?
How's everything in Heaven?
I'd like to know
Why did you trade Heaven
For all these earthly things?
Where did you hide your halo
And where did you lose your wings?
Have they missed you?
Can you get back in?
If I kissed you

would it be a sin?
You know he's only human
Yes, baby you're so divine, yes
 WHEN DID YOU LEAVE HEAVEN
to become mine.




I DREAM OF SAN MARINO (Vincent Shields, 1937)


WHEN A LADY MEETS A GENTLEMAN DOWN SOUTH
'Neath the Swanee moon
to a Swanee tune
 they love;
Then the lady tells her gentleman down south,
sure it's mighty fine
just to know you're mine
my love
Then they walk along
where magnolias grow,
Two hearts sing a song
that was written long ago
if that's not sweet romance
then hush my mouth
when a lady meets a gentleman, a very polished gentleman,
WHEN A LADY MEETS A GENTLEMAN DOWN SOUTH

How I love to hear the organ
 IN THE CHAPEL IN THE MOONLIGHT
While we're strolling down the aisle
Where roses entwine
How I love to hear you whisper
 IN THE CHAPEL IN THE MOONLIGHT
That the lovelight in your eyes
Forever will shine
Til the roses turn to ashes
Til the organ turns to rust
If you never come I'll still be there
Til the moonlight turns to dust
How I love to hear the choir
 IN THE CHAPEL IN THE MOONLIGHT
As they sing "Oh Promise Me"
Forever be mine


DID YOUR MOTHER COME FROM IRELAND Cos' there's something in you Irish.
Will you tell me where you get those Irish eyes.
And before she left Killarney,
Did your mother kiss the Blarney.
Cos' your little touch of brogue you can't disguise.
Oh I wouldn't be romancin',
I can almost see you dancin',
Where the Kerry pipers play.
Sure and maybe we'll be sharin',
In the shamrock you'll be wearin',
On the next St. Patrick's Day.
DID YOUR MOTHER COME FROM IRELAND Cos' there's something in you Irish.
And that bit of Irish steals my heart away.
When trouble troubles you,
Sing, baby, sing.
Do like the birdies do,
Sing, baby, sing.
When cold winter comes
And they are all out of crumbs.
Poor little birdies, they ain't eatin'
But they're tweet, tweet, tweetin'.
Oh ho ho don't you know a song a day
Keeps mean old Mr. Gloom away.
Hard luck don't like music with that certain swing,
So swing while you sing
Sing, baby, sing.

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