Pinwheel of Death

Nat King Cole


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Writers Buddy DeSylva, Al Jolson, Vincent Rose

Genres Standard, Big Band Era

Recorded 1958

Lyrics I FOUND MY LOVE
IN AVALON
BESIDE A BAY
I LEFT MY LOVE
IN AVALON,
AND SAILED AWAY
I DREAM OF HER
AND AVALON
FROM DUSK 'TIL DAWN
SO I THINK
I'LL TRAVEL ON,
WAY ON
TO AVALON.
Writers George Evans, Ren Shields

Genres Standard, Seasons

Recorded 1965

Lyrics IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMER TIME,
IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMER TIME.
STROLLING THROUGH
THE SHADY LANES,
WITH YOUR BABY MINE;
YOU HOLD HER HAND
AND SHE HOLDS YOURS,
AND THAT'S
A VERY GOOD SIGN
THAT SHE IS
YOUR TOOTSIE
WOOTSIE
IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMER TIME.
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Writers Bennie Benjamin, Harry Revel, George David Weiss

Genres Pop, Ballad

Recorded 1951

Lyrics JET, MY LOVE,
YOUR BLACK EYES
HAVE CAPTURED ME
AND I'M HELPLESS
IN THE WEB
THAT YOU SPIN.
I'LL REGRET, MY LOVE,
REGRET
YOU'VE ENRAPTURED ME,
IN THIS MIDNIGHT MAZE,
THIS EBONY BLAZE!

YOU'LL FLY AWAY
FOR I KNOW
YOU'RE JUST A SLAVE
IN SEARCH
OF LIFE'S MYSTERIES,
THE THRILLS
THAT YOU CRAVE!

NOT EVEN YOU CAN TELL
WHAT SMOLDERING SECRETS
HIDE
IN THE DARK INSIDE
OF YOUR RESTLESS SOUL!
BUT I'LL GO ON
ADORING YOU,
FOR HOW CAN I FORGET?
YOUR MEMORY
WON'T LET ME,
JET, MY LOVE.
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Writers Buddy Bernier, Nat Simon

Genres Standard, Latin, Ballad

Recorded 1961

Lyrics verse:
BLOW
TROPIC WIND,
SING A SONG
TO THE TREES.
TREES
SIGH TO ME,
SOON MY LOVE
I WILL SEE.

Chorus:
POINCIANA,
YOUR BRANCHES
SPEAK TO ME
OF LOVE.
PALE MOON
IS CASTING SHADOWS
FROM ABOVE.
POINCIANA,
SOMEHOW
I FEEL
THE JUNGLE HEAT.
WITHIN ME
THERE GROWS
A RHYTHMIC
SAVAGE BEAT.

LOVE
IS EV'RYWHERE,
ITS MAGIC PERFUME
FILLS THE AIR.
TO AND FRO
YOU SWAY,
MY HEART'S
IN TIME,
I'VE LEARNED
TO CARE.

POINCIANA,
THOUGH SKIES
MAY TURN
FROM BLUE
TO GRAY,
MY LOVE
WILL LIVE FOREVER
AND A DAY.

Additional Chorus lyric
POINCIANA,
FROM NOW
UNTIL
THE DAWNING DAY,
I'LL LEARN
TO LOVE
WHATEVER COME
WHAT MAY.
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Writers Gordon Burdge, J. Russel Robinson

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1949

Lyrics A PORTRAIT OF JENNIE,
MORE PRECIOUS TO ME,
THAN A MASTERPIECE
HOW EVER FAMOUS IT BE.
THE PORTRAIT OF JENNIE
IS ETCHED ON MY HEART,
WHERE HER FEATURES
HAVE BEEN SKETCHED
FROM THE START.

AH, THE COLOR AND BEAUTY OF LIFE
AND THE GLOW OF HER SPIRIT DIVINE,
ALL CAST IN HEAVEN'S OWN DESIGN.

WITH A PORTRAIT OF JENNIE
I NEVER WILL PART,
FOR THERE ISN'T
ANY PORTRAIT OF JENNIE
EXCEPT IN MY HEART.
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Writers Neil Moret, Richard A. Whiting

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1958

Lyrics ONCE SHE DRESSED
IN SILKS AND LACE,
OWNED A ROLLS-ROYCE CAR:
NOW SHE SEEMS
QUITE OUT OF PLACE,
LIKE A FALLEN STAR.
DRAPED AROUND MY KITCHEN SINK,
HAPPY AS CAN BE,
I JUST HAVE TO STOP
AND THINK
WHY SHE FELL FOR ME.

I'M NOT MUCH TO LOOK AT,
NOTHIN' TO SEE,
JUST GLAD I'M LIVIN'
AND LUCKY TO BE,
I GOT A WOMAN,
CRAZY FOR ME,
SHE'S FUNNY THAT WAY.
I CAN'T SAVE A DOLLAR,
AIN'T WORTH A CENT,
SHE DOESN'T HOLLER,
SHE'D LIVE IN A TENT,
I GOT A WOMAN,
CRAZY FOR ME,
SHE'S FUNNY THAT WAY.

THOUGH SHE LOVES
TO WORK AND SLAVE
FOR ME EV'RY DAY,
SHE'D BE
SO MUCH BETTER OFF
IF I WENT AWAY.

BUT WHY SHOULD I LEAVE HER,
WHY SHOULD I GO?
SHE'D BE UNHAPPY
WITHOUT ME I KNOW,
I GOT A WOMAN,
CRAZY FOR ME,
SHE'S FUNNY THAT WAY.

SHE SHOULD HAVE
THE VERY BEST,
ANYONE CAN SEE
STILL SHE'S DIFF'RENT
FROM THE REST,
SATISFIED WITH ME.
WHILE I WORRY,
PLAN AND SCHEME,
OVER WHAT I DO,
CAN'T HELP FEELING
IT'S A DREAM,
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.

I NEVER HAD NOTHIN',
NO ONE TO CARE,
THAT'S WHY I SEEM
TO HAVE MORE THAN MY SHARE,
I GOT A WOMAN,
CRAZY FOR ME,
SHE'S FUNNY THAT WAY.
WHEN I HURT HER FEELINGS
ONCE IN A WHILE,
HER ONLY ANSWER
IS ONE LITTLE SMILE,
I GOT A WOMAN,
CRAZY FOR ME,
SHE'S FUNNY THAT WAY.

I CAN SEE NO OTHER WAY
AND NO BETTER PLAN,
END IT ALL AND LET HER GO
TO SOME BETTER MAN.

BUT I'M ONLY HUMAN,
COWARD AT BEST,
I'M MORE THAN CERTAIN
SHE'D FOLLOW ME WEST,
I GOT A WOMAN,
CRAZY FOR ME,
SHE'S FUNNY THAT WAY.
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Writers Sammy Cahn, Dolores Fuller, James Van Heusen

Genres Pop, Ballad

Recorded 1960

Lyrics ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING,
SHOUTS THE TIMEPIECE
ON THE SHELF,
ONE O'CLOCK EVERY MORNING
FINDS ME SITTING BY MYSELF.
THERE'S MUCH
THAT'S WORTH
REMEMBERING,
EXCEPT FOR JUST ONE THING:

WHAT GOOD IS A DREAM,
A PLAN OR A SCHEME,
THE RAINBOW
THAT YOU PURSUE?
IT'S EVERYTHING
AND IT'S NOTHING,
WITHOUT SOMEONE
TO TELL IT TO.
HOW EAGER YOU ARE
TO GET TO THAT STAR,
BUT AFTER
THE JOURNEY'S THROUGH,
YOU'RE ONLY
A LONELY DREAMER,
WITHOUT SOMEONE
TO TELL IT TO.

THERE'LL BE BIRTHDAYS,
HARD TO GET
THROUGH DAYS,
DAYS WHEN
YOU JUST WANT TO DIE.
SOON YOU'RE OLDER
AND THE WORLD'S
COLDER,
WHEN THERE'S NO SHOULDER
TO CRY ON.

CASTLES IN AIR
ARE EMPTY AND BARE
WITH NO ONE
TO SHARE THE VIEW,
THE MOONLIGHT
IS MERELY MOONLIGHT,
THERE'S NO MAGIC
IN I LOVE YOU,
WITHOUT SOMEONE,
SOMEONE TO TELL IT TO.
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Writers Irving Gordon

Genres Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1991

Lyrics UNFORGETTABLE,
THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE,
UNFORGETTABLE,
THOUGH NEAR OR FAR;
LIKE A SONG OF LOVE
THAT CLINGS TO ME,
HOW THE THOUGHT OF YOU
DOES THINGS TO ME,
NEVER BEFORE
HAS SOMEONE BEEN MORE.
UNFORGETTABLE
IN EVERY WAY,
AND FOREVER MORE,
THAT'S HOW YOU'LL STAY.
THAT'S WHY
DARLING
IT'S INCREDIBLE
THAT SOMEONE
SO UNFORGETTABLE
THINKS THAT I AM
UNFORGETTABLE TOO.
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Alt. Title Walking My Baby Back Home

Writers Fred E. Ahlert, Roy Turk

Genres Standard, Pop

Recorded 2008

Lyrics GEE! IT'S GREAT,
AFTER BEING OUT
LATE,
WALKIN' MY BABY BACK HOME.
ARM IN ARM,
OVER MEADOW
AND FARM,
WALKIN' MY BABY BACK HOME.
WE GO ALONG
HARMONIZING
A SONG,
OR I'M RECITING
A POEM.
OWLS GO BY,
AND THEY GIVE ME
THE EYE,
WALKIN' MY BABY BACK HOME.

WE STOP
FOR A WHILE,
SHE GIVES ME
A SMILE,
AND SNUGGLES
HER HEAD
TO MY CHEST.
WE START IN
TO PET,
AND THAT'S
WHEN I GET
HER TALCUM
ALL OVER
MY VEST.

AFTER I
KINDA STRAIGHTEN
MY TIE,
SHE HAS TO BORROW
MY COMB.
ONE KISS THEN,
I CONTINUE AGAIN,
WALKIN' MY BABY BACK HOME.

SHE'S AFRAID
OF THE DARK,
SO I HAVE
TO PARK
OUTSIDE
OF HER DOOR
TILL IT'S LIGHT.
SHE SAYS
IF I TRY
TO KISS HER
SHE'LL CRY
I'LL DRY
HER TEARS
ALL THROUGH
THE NIGHT.

HAND IN HAND
TO A BARBECUE STAND
RIGHT FROM HER DOORWAY
WE ROAM.
EATS AND THEN
IT'S A PLEASURE
AGAIN,
WALKIN' MY BABY BACK HOME.
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Writers Lew Brown, Buddy DeSylva, Ray Henderson

Genres Standard

Recorded 1946

Lyrics YOU'RE THE CREAM IN MY COFFEE,
YOU'RE THE SALT
IN MY STEW,
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE
MY NECESSITY,
I'D BE LOST
WITHOUT YOU.
YOU'RE THE STARCH
IN MY COLLAR,
YOU'RE THE LACE
IN MY SHOE,
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE
MY NECESSITY,
I'D BE LOST
WITHOUT YOU.

MOST MEN TELL LOVETALES
AND EACH PHRASE DOVETAILS:
YOU'VE HEARD EACH KNOWN WAY.
THIS IS MY OWN WAY.

YOU'RE THE SAIL
OF MY LOVEBOAT,
YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN
AND CREW.
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE
MY NECESSITY,
I'D BE LOST
WITHOUT YOU.

YOU GIVE LIFE SAVOR,
BRING OUT ITS FLAVOR,
SO THIS IS CLEAR,
YOU'RE MY WORCESTERSHIRE,
DEAR.

Male verse:
I'M NOT A POET,
HOW WELL
I KNOW IT,
I'VE NEVER BEEN
A RAVER.
BUT WHEN
I SPEAK OF YOU
I RAVE A BIT,
IT'S TRUE.
I'M WILD ABOUT YOU,
I'M LOST WITHOUT YOU.
YOU GIVE MY LIFE
ITS FLAVOR,
WHAT SUGAR
DOES FOR TEA,
THAT'S WHAT
YOU DO FOR ME.

Female verse:
YOU HAVE A GREAT WAY,
AN UP-TO-DATE WAY,
OF TELLING ME
YOU LOVE ME.
IT GIVES ME
SUCH A THRILL,
I KNOW
IT ALWAYS WILL.
MY HEAD IS TURNING,
AND JUST FROM LEARNING
YOUR ESTIMATION OF ME.
AND AS FOR YOU,
I'LL SAY,
I FEEL
THE SELF-SAME WAY.