Pinwheel of Death

Al Dubin


SONGS

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Writers Al Dubin, Dave Franklin

Genres Standard

Recorded 1941

Lyrics TELL ME I MAY ALWAYS DANCE
THE ANNIVERSARY WALTZ WITH YOU.
TELL ME THIS IS REAL ROMANCE,
AN ANNIVERSARY DREAM COME TRUE.
LET THIS BE THE ANTHEM
TO OUR FUTURE YEARS,
TO MILLIONS OF SMILES
AND A FEW LITTLE TEARS.
MAY I ALWAYS LISTEN TO
THE ANNIVERSARY WALTZ WITH YOU.
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Writers Al Dubin, Victor Herbert

Genres Standard, Ballad, Seasons

Recorded 2003

Lyrics SUMMER,
YOU OLD INDIAN SUMMER,
YOU'RE THE TEAR
THAT COMES AFTER
JUNE TIME LAUGHTER.
YOU SEE SO MANY DREAMS
THAT DON'T COME TRUE,
DREAMS WE FASHIONED
WHEN SUMMER TIME WAS NEW.
YOU ARE HERE
TO WATCH OVER
SOME HEART THAT IS BROKEN,
BY A WORD
THAT SOMEBODY LEFT UNSPOKEN.
YOU'RE THE GHOST
OF A ROMANCE IN JUNE,
GOING ASTRAY,
FADING TOO SOON,
THAT'S WHY I SAY,
FAREWELL TO YOU,
YOU INDIAN SUMMER!.
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Writers Al Dubin, Harry Warren

Genres Standard, Big Band Era

Recorded 1992

Lyrics WHAT'S CUTE
ABOUT LITTLE CUTIE?
IT'S HER BEAUTY,
NOT BRAINS;
OLD FATHER TIME
WILL NEVER HARM YOU
IF YOUR CHARM
STILL REMAINS.
AFTER YOU GROW OLD,
BABY,
YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE
A COLD BABY...

KEEP YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL,
IT'S YOUR DUTY
TO BE BEAUTIFUL;
KEEP YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU WANT TO BE LOVED.

IF YOU'RE WISE,
EXERCISE
ALL THE FAT OFF.
TAKE IT OFF,
OFF OF HERE,
OFF OF THERE.
WHEN YOU ARE SEEN
ANYWHERE
WITH YOU HAT OFF,
WEAR A MARCEL WAVE
IN YOUR HAIR.

TAKE CARE
OF ALL THOSE CHARMS,
AND YOU'LL ALWAYS BE
IN SOMEONE'S ARMS:
KEEP YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL
IF YOU WANT TO BE LOVED.
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Writers Al Dubin, Harry Warren

Genres Standard, Seasons

Recorded 2010

Lyrics MY DAYDREAMS
LIE BURIED
IN AUTUMN LEAVES,
THEY'RE COVERED
WITH AUTUMN RAIN.
THE TIME
IS SWEET SEPTEMBER,
THE PLACE,
A SHADY LANE.
I'M RIDING
THE WINGS
OF AN AUTUMN BREEZE,
BACK TO MY MEMORIES.

THE LEAVES OF BROWN
CAME TUMBLING DOWN,
REMEMBER?
IN SEPTEMBER,
IN THE RAIN.
THE SUN WENT OUT
JUST LIKE A DYING EMBER,
THAT SEPTEMBER,
IN THE RAIN.

TO EVERY WORD OF LOVE
I HEARD YOU WHISPER,
THE RAINDROPS SEEMED TO PLAY
A SWEET REFRAIN.

THOUGH SPRING IS HERE,
TO ME
IT'S STILL SEPTEMBER,
THAT SEPTEMBER,
IN THE RAIN.