William Clarence “Billy” Eckstine (July 8, 1914 – March 8, 1993) was an American singer of ballads and bandleader of the swing era. Eckstine's smooth baritone and distinctive vibrato broke down barriers throughout the 1940s, first as leader of the original bop big-band, then as the first romantic black male in popular music. [read more] - Blue Moon
Blue MoonBlue Moon, You saw me standing alone,Without a dream in my heart,Without a love of my own,Blue moon, You knew just what I was there for,You heard me saying a prayer for,Someone I really could care...
- Where Or When?
WHERE OR WHEN VERSE:Sometimes you think you've lived before All that you live today. Things you do come back to youAs though they knew the way.Oh, the tricks your mind can play!REFRAIN:It seems we stood...
- Everything I Have Is Yours
EVERYTHING I HAVE IS YOURS Verse:The more I'm with you,The more I can see;My love is yours alone.You came and captured A heart that was free;Now there's nothing I can call my own.Everything I have is yours; you're...
- April In Paris
APRIL IN PARIS April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,Holiday tables under the moon.April in Paris, this is a feelingNo one can ever reprise.Bridge:*I never knew the charm of spring,Never met it face-to-face.I...
- I Wanna Be Loved
- words by Billy Rose and Eddie Heyman, music by Johnny Green- The Andrews Sisters had a # 1 hit with "I Wanna Be Loved" 20 years after the song was first introduced- lyrics as recorded in Los Angeles March 30, 1950...
- Early Autumn
When an early autumn walks the land and chills the breezeAnd touches with her hand the summer treesPerhaps you'll understand what memories I ownThere's a dance pavilion, all shuttered downA winding country lane, all...
- I Apologize
If I told a lie, if I made you cryWhen I said goodbye, I'm sorryFrom the bottom of my heart, dearI apologizeIf I caused you pain, I know I'm to blameMust have been insane, believe meFrom the bottom of my heart, dearI...
- Prelude To A Kiss
PRELUDE TO A KISSIf you hear a song in blueLike a flower crying for the dew,That was my heart serenading you,My prelude to a kiss.If you hear a song that growsFrom my tender sentimental woes,That was my heart trying...
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