Nat Finston & The Paramount Studio Orchestra - Here Lies Love Lyrics
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Here Lies Love
Here Lies Love Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Here Lies Love By Nat Finston & The Paramount Studio Orchestra?
Night winds cold and melancholy
Wail the ? and holly Oh my tragedy Like a misery Made for only me While I linger weary 'Neath a willow tree Right here our romance was started Here again we parted When I set you free All my thoughts are jumbled Everything is blurred Oh the world has crumbled Shattered by a word The end has come By heart is numb Was like a volt from the blue above I can't believe it But you're gone darling And here lies love The skies dark And I hear a lark He sounds as sad as a mournful dove The dew appears like the tears of gone Darling for here lies love All my dreams lost beyond recall Dreams of spring blessed within the fall You gave lips You gave arms I gave all I ought to cry My eyes are dry There's only one thing I'm conscious of I only know that I can't go on Darling here lies love The end has come And my heart is numb It was like a volt from the blue above I can't believe it but you're gone darling And here lies love I only know that I can't go on Darling for here lies love |
Who Wrote Here Lies Love By Nat Finston & The Paramount Studio Orchestra?
Ralph Rainger, Leo Robin, Francois Joseph Charles Salabert
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What's The Duration Of The Here Lies Love By Nat Finston & The Paramount Studio Orchestra?The duration of Here Lies Love is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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