Альбом Carly Simon

Artist: Simon Carly / Album: Miscellaneous / Song: My Romance

My romance doesn't have to have a moon in the sky
My romance doesn't need a blue lagoon standing by
No month of may, no twinkling stars
No hide away, no softly guitars

My romance doesn't need a castle rising in Spain
Nor a dance to a constantly surprising refrain
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true

My romance doesn't need a thing but you
My romance doesn't need a thing but you

(Howard Dietz/Arthur Shwartz)

I'll go my way by myself
This is the end of Romance
I'll go my way by myself
Love is only a dance
I'll face the unknown
I'll build a world of my own
No one knows better than I myself
I'm by myself alone

I see your face before me
Clouding my every dream
There is your face before me
You are my only theme

It doesn't matter where you are
I can se how fair you are
I close my eyes and there you are
Over me
If you could share the magic
If you could see me too
There would be nothing tragic
In all my dreams of you
Would that my love could haunt you so
Knowing I want you so
I can't erase your beautiful face before me

What good is the scheming
The planning and dreaming
That comes with each new love affair

The love that you cherish
So often might perish
And leave you with castles in air

When you're alone
Who cares for starlit skies
When you're alone
The magic moonlight dies
At break of dawn
There is no sunrise
When your lover has gone

What lonely hours
The evening shadows bring
What lonely hours
With memories lingering

Like faded flowers
Life can't mean anything
When your lover has gone

When your lover's gone

When your lover has gone

When the sun is high
In the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dusk till dawn
As the clock ticks on
Something happens to you

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the boy
And never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart
Has learned its lesson
You'd be his if only he'd call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all

When your lonely heart
Has learned its lesson
You'd be his if only he'd call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all

My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine,
you make me smile with my heart.
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable.
Yet, you're my fav'rite work of art.
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak,
are you smart?
But don't change one hair for me,
not if you care for me.
Stay little Valentine, stay!
Each day is Valentine's day.
Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak,
are you smart?
But please, don't change one hair for me,
not if you care for me.
Stay little Valentine, stay!
Each day is Valentine's day.

He may not always say
What you would have him say
But now and then he’ll say
Something wonderful

The thoughtless things he’ll do
Will hurt and worry you
Then all at once he’ll do
Something wonderful

He has a thousand dreams
That won’t come true
You know that he believes in them
And that’s enough for you

You’ll always go along with
Defend him when he’s wrong
And tell him when he’s strong
He is wonderful
He’ll always need your love
And so you’ll get you’re love
A man who needs your love
Can be wonderful

When I was very young
The world was younger than I
As merry as a carousel
The circus tent was strong
With every star in the sky
Above the ring I loved so well
Now the young world has grown old
Gone are the tinsel and the gold

Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do old girl, you’re through
Sit there and count your little fingers
Unlucky little girl blue

Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It’s time that you knew
All you can count on is the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

No use old girl
You may as well surrender
Your hope is getting slender
Why won’t somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer a little girl blue

No use old girl you may as well surrender
Your hope is getting slender
Why won’t somebody lend a tender
Blue boy to cheer a little girl blue

(Rodgers/Hart)

There goes my young intended
The thing has ended
Regrets are vain
I'll never find another half so sweet
And we'll never meet again
I got impatient
Told him goodbye
Sad eyes out in the rain

He was too good to me
How can I get along now
So close he stood to me
Everything seems all wrong now
He would have brought me the sun
Making me smile, that was his fun

When I was mean to him
He'd never say go away now
I was a Queen to him
Who's gonna make me gay now
It's only natural that I'm blue
He was too good to be true

I’ve got eyes they call beguiling
A string of cultured pearls
And my lips are always smiling
I’m not one of those moody girls
I’ve studied cooking in a French cafe
Was Balanchine's last protege
A one time runner up Miss USA

What has she got that I haven’t got
Why am I not the girl
Who makes your heart go dancing
Who stars in all your dreams
She’s everything you want and I’m just me

What has she got that I haven’t got
I’ve got a bed that’s warm
I’ve got a room that’s sunny
Kisses so honey sweet
I try everything to sweep you off your feet

Do you like her kind of trouble
Does she bring you to your knees
Have I been playing you all wrong
Always trying to please you

What has she got that I haven’t got
What has she got
She’s got you.....

He’s a fool and don’t I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I’m in love and don’t I show it
Like a babe in arms

Love’s the same old sad sensation
Lately I’ve not slept a week
Since this half pint imitation’s
Put me on the blink

I’m wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

I couldn’t sleep and wouldn’t sleep
Until love came and told me I shouldn’t sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Oh, I lost my heart but what of it
He is cold, I agree
Oh, but he can laugh and I love it
Although the laugh’s on me

I’ll sing to him, each spring to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

I’ll sing to him, each spring to him
And long for the day when I’ll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I

Oh Danny boy
The pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen
And down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so

But when you come, when all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, and dead I well may be
Then if you bend and tell me that you love me
I’ll sleep in peace until you come to me

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or all the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so

Time after time
I tell myself that I'm
So lucky to be loving you

So lucky to be
The one you run to see
In the evening, when the day is through

I only know what I know
The passing years will show
You've kept my love so young, so new

And time after time
You'll hear me say that I'm
So lucky to be loving you