Begin the Beguine
Words & Music by Cole Porter, 1935

When they begin          the beguine,
It brings back the sound     of music so tender,
It brings back a night of tropical splendor,
It brings back a memory            ever green.

I'm with you once more       under the stars,
And down by the shore,     an orchestra's playing;
And even the palms      seem to be swaying
When they begin     the beguine.

(Bridge:)
To live it again    is past all endeavor
Except when that tune clutches my heart,
And there we are,  swearing to love forever,
And promising never, never to part.

What moments divine,          what rapture serene,
Til clouds came along to disperse the joy we had tasted;
And now when I hear people curse the chance that was wasted,
I know but too well          what they mean.

So don't let them begin     the beguine,
Let  the love that was once a fire remain an ember;
Let it sleep like the dead desire I only re - mem - ber
When they begin          the beguine.

Oh, yes, let them begin the beguine, make them play,
Til  the stars that were there before return above you,
Til you whisper to me once more, "Darling, I love you."

If I Loved You
Rodgers & Hammerstein, from "Carousel"

If I loved you,
Time and a - gain I   would try to say
All I'd want you to know;

If I loved you,
Words would - n't come in  an ea - sy way
'Round in    cir - cles I'd go.

Bridge:
Long - ing to tell you, but a - fraid and shy,
I'd let my gol - den chan - ces pass me by.

Soon you'd leave me,
Off you would go in  the mist of day
Nev - er, nev - er to know
How I'd love you
If    I loved you.
In the Still of the Night
Cole Porter, 1937

In the still of the night,
As I gaze from my window
At the moon in its flight
My thoughts all stray to you.

In the still of the night,
While the world is in slum - ber,
Oh, the times without number,
Darling, when I say    to    you,

Bridge:
"Do you love me     as I love you?
Are you my life to be,   my dream come true?"
Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight,
Like the moon growing dim
On the rim of the hill
In the chill, still of the night.

repeat Bridge ?


And we suddenly know . . .what heaven we're in
When they begin the beguine,
When they begin        the beguine.