– Almost Like Being in Love –
m Frederick Loewe, w Alan Jay Lerner
from Brigadoon, 1947

Maybe the sun gave me the power
For I could swim Loch Lomond
and be home in half an hour
Maybe the air gave me the drive
For I'm all aglow and alive

What a day this has been,
what a rare mood I'm in
Why, it's almost like being in love

There's a smile on my face
for the whole human race
Why, it's almost like being in love

{bridge:}
All the music of life seems to be
like a bell that is ringing for me
And from the way that I feel
when that bell starts to peal
I would swear I was falling,
I could swear I was falling
It's almost like being in love

When we walked up the brae
Not a word did we say
It was almost like being in love

But your arm linked in mine
Made the world kind o' fine
It was almost like being in love
{repeat bridge}
– I Let a Song Go Out of My Heart –
m Duke Ellington, w Irving Mills,
Henry Nemo, John Redmond, 1938

I let a song go out of my heart
It was the sweetest melody
I know I lost heaven
'cause you were the song

Since you and I have drifted apart
Life doesn't mean a thing to me
Please come back, sweet music,
I know I was wrong

{Bridge:}
Am I too late to make amends?
You know that we were meant to be more
than just friends, just friends

I let a song go out of my heart
Believe me, darlin', when I say
I won't know sweet music
until you return some day

{repeat from Bridge to end, then repeat:}
I won't know sweet music
until you return some day

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–  Blues in the Night –
m Harold Arlen, w Johnny Mercer, 1941

My mama done told me when I was in pigtails
My mama done told me . . . Hon
A man's gonna sweet talk
And give you the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done
A man is a two face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing
The blues in the night

Now the rain's a-fallin'
Hear that train a-callin' whoo-ee
(My mama done told me)
Hear that lonesome whistle
Blowin' cross the trestle, whoo-ee
(My mama done told me)
A whoo-ee duh whoo-ee, clickety clack
Echoin' back the blues in the night

The evening breeze'll start the trees to cryin'
And the moon'll hide its light
When you get the blues in the night
Take my word, the mockin' bird'll
sing the saddest kinda song
He knows things are wrong and he's right

(Whoo-ee) Whoo-ee (Whoo-ee) Whoo-ee

From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St. Joe
Wherever the four winds blow
I've been in some big towns, heard me some big talk
But there is one thing I know
A man is a two face, a worrisome thing
Who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night

(Whoo-ee . . . Whoo-ee)

My mama was right, there's blues in the night