Sarah Vaughan - After Hours At The London House (2005) by Sarah Vaughan (보컬) on maniadb.com

Lately, I find myself gazing at stars
Hearing guitars like someone in love
Sometimes the things I do astound me
Mostly whenever you're around me
Lately I seem to walk as though I had wings
Bump into things like someone in love
Each time I look at you
I'm limp as a glove
And feeling like someone in love

Smooth road, clear day
But why am I the only one
Trav'ling this way?
How strange the road to love should be so easy
Can there be a detour ahead?

Wake up, slow down
Before you crash and break your heart
Gullible clown, you fool
You're headed in the wrong direction
Can't you see the detour ahead?

The farther you travel
The harder to unravel the web he spins around you
Turn back while there's time
Can't you see the danger sign?
Soft shoulders surround you

Smooth road, clear night
Oh lucky me, that suddenly I saw the light
I'm turning back away from all this trouble
Smooth road, smooth road, no detour ahead

Three little words
Oh what I'd give for that wonderful phrase
To hear those three little words
That's all I'd live for the rest of my days

And what I feel in my heart they tell sincerely
No other words can tell it half so clear-early
Three little words wight little letters
Which simply mean I love you

And what I feel in my heart they tell sincerely
No other words can tell it half so clear-early
Three little words eight little letters
Which simply mean I love you
Simply mean I, I love you

I'll string along, string along
String along with you, dear
I'll string along, string along
String along with you, dear

You may not be an angel
'Cause angels are so few
But until the day that one comes along
I'll string along with you

I'm looking for an angel
To sing my love song to
And until the day that one comes along
I'll sing my song to you

For every little fault that you have
Say I've got three or four
The human little faults you do have
Just make me love you more

You may not be an angel
But still I'm sure you'll do
So until the day that one comes along
I'll string along with you

You may not be an angel
'Cause angels are so few
But until the day that one comes along
I'll string along with you, say

I'm looking for an angel
To sing my love song to
And until the day that one comes along
Yes, I'll string along with you

For every little fault that she has
Say I've got three or four, maybe more
The little human faults she does have
Just make me love you more

You may not be an angel
But still I'm sure you'll do, oh yeah, yes
So until the day that one comes along
Yes, I'll string along with you

Until he finds an angel
I'll string, string along with you
String along

You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire

Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burning above
You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise
To come home to and love

Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burning above
You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise
To come home to and love

Speak low when you speak, love
Our summer day withers away too soon, too soon
Speak low when you speak, love
Our moment is swift; like ships adrift, we're swept apart too soon

Speak low, darling, speak low
Love is a spark lost in the dark too soon, too soon
I feel wherever I go
That tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here and always too soon

Time is so old and love so brief
Love is pure gold and time a thief

We're late, darling, we're late
The curtain descends, everything ends too soon, too soon
I wait, darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me? Speak love to me and soon

Time is so old and love so brief
Love is pure gold and time a thief

We're late, darling, we're late
The curtain descends, everything ends too soon, too soon
I wait, darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me? Speak love to me and soon
Speak low

I love the look of you, the lure of you
The sweet of you, the pure of you
The eyes, the arms, the mouth of you
The east, west, north, and the south of you

I'd love to gain complete control of you
And handle even the heart and soul of you
So love, at least, a small percent of me, do
For I love all of you

I'd love to gain complete control of you
And handle even the heart and soul of you
So love, at least, a small percent of me, do
For I love all of you, for I love all of you

Thanks for the memory
Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet
Our wondrous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette
How lucky I was

And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London, but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was

Now since our breakup, I wake up
Alone on a gray morning-after
I long for the sound of your laughter
And then I see the laugh's on me

But thanks for the memory
Of every touch and thrill; I've been through the mill
I've lived a lot and learned a lot; you loved me not and still
I miss you so much

Thanks for the memory
Of how we used to jog even in a fog
That barbecue in Malibu away from all the smog
How rainy it was

Thanks for the memory
Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed
Tonight, the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud
How brainy he was

Gone are those evenings on Broadway
Together we'd go to a great show
But now I begin with the Late Show
And wish that you were watching too

I know it's a fallacy
That grown men never cry; baby, that's a lie
We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die
And thank you so much