'Round Midnight
'Round Midnight
It begins to tell,
'round midnight, midnight.
I do pretty well, till after sundown,
Suppertime I'm feelin' sad;
But it really gets bad,
'round midnight.
Memories always start 'round midnight
Haven't got the heart to stand those memories,
When my heart is still with you,
And ol' midnight knows it, too.
When a quarrel we had needs mending,
Does it mean that our love is ending.
Darlin' I need you, lately I find
You're out of my heart,
And I'm out of my mind.
Let our hearts take wings'
'round midnight, midnight
Let the angels sing,
for your returning.
Till our love is safe and sound.
And old midnight comes around.
Feelin' sad,
really gets bad
Round, Round, Round Midnight
Original jazz composition by Thelonious Monk, 1944. Lyrics by Bernie Hanighen, 1949
an alternative version of the same song:
2 comments:
Maureen, I couldn't get the music to play today -- too bad, I like the music of Thelonious Monk.
I love your artwork, the colors, mood and movement create a feeling I am familiar with, but I usually know it 'round three in the morning.
Hi Maureen,
I am browsing through all of your stuff. You're so cool!
love moi
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