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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


All The Way (1961)
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When somebody loves you
Its no good unless he loves you...
All the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you
All the way

Taller than the tallest tree is
Thats how its got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue sea is
Thats how deep it goes if its real

When somebody needs you
Its no good unless she needs you
All the way

Through the good or lean years
And for all those in between years
Come what may

Who knows where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if you let me love you
Its for sure I'm gonna love you
All the way

All the way....

So if you let me love you
Its for sure I'm gonna love you
All the way
All.. The ... Way......

. . .


Next time your found, with your chin on the ground
There a lot to be learned, so look around

Just what makes that little old ant
Think he’ll move that rubber tree plant
Anyone knows an ant, can’t
Move a rubber tree plant

But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes
He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes

So any time your gettin’ low
’stead of lettin’ go
Just remember that ant
Oops there goes another rubber tree plant

When troubles call, and your back’s to the wall
There a lot to be learned, that wall could fall

Once there was a silly old ram
Thought he’d punch a hole in a dam
No one could make that ram, scram
He kept buttin’ that dam

’cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes
He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes

So any time your feelin’ bad
’stead of feelin’ sad
Just remember that ram
Oops there goes a billion kilowatt dam

All problems just a toy balloon
They’ll be bursted soon
They’re just bound to go pop
Oops there goes another problem kerplop

. . .


You're always in a great big hurry, grab a kiss and off you scurry.
Off to there, and there to who knows where.
I'd give the world and all creation for a little conversation,
Just a word or two, how are things, what's new?
Please talk to me, talk to me, talk to me,
Your magical kiss can take me just so far.
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me,
Don't leave me like this, dangling from a star.
You set me all aflame and it's so pleasin',
It would be a shame if you were only teasin'.
So, my love, before I go, turn the light way down low,
And talk to me, talk to me, talk to me.

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If you turn me down once more, I'll join the French Foreign Legion
Betcha they would welcome me with open arms

First you love me, yes; then you love me, no
I don't know where I stand
Do we march together down the isle
Or do I march that desert sand?

If you think I won't find romance in the French Foreign Legion
Think about that uniform with all its charms
Just one more time are you gonna be mine or "au revoir, cherie"
It's the French Foreign Legion for me

Now if you think I won't find romance in the French Foreign Legion
Think about that uniform with all its charms
Just one more time are you gonna be mine or "au revoir, Sadie"
It's the French Foreign Legion for me

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To love - and be loved
That's what life's - all about
Keeps the stars - coming out
What makes a sad heart sing - the birds take wing

To love - and be loved
That's what living - is for
Makes me want you the more - the more we cling

Let others race - to the moon
Through time and space - to the moon
My goal is greater than this
To reach your lips - to share your kiss

To stay - in your arms
Is the dream - I pursue
To be sheltered - and safe - from the storm
To be cozy - and ever - so warm

And for always - to love
And be loved - by you

. . .


You keep goin' your way - I'll keep goin' my way
(I'll keep goin' my way, you keep rollin' your way)
River, stay 'way from the door
I just got (me) a cabin - you don't need my (you'll never need that) cabin
River, stay 'way from the door
Don't (you) come up any higher - I'm so all alone
Leave the bed and the fire - that is all I own (and you can have that phone)
I ain't breakin' your heart - don't (you) start breakin' my heart
River, stay 'way from the door
(Stay 'way, get 'way, roll 'way, stay 'way)
(You dirty, old, muddy river, you)
(River, stay 'way from the door)

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Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft.

And I've got no defense for it,
The heat is too intense for it.
What good would common sense for it do?

'Cause it's witchcraft,
Wicked witchcraft,
And although I know it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me,
My heart says yes indeed in me,
Proceed with what your leading me to

It's such an ancient pitch,
But one I wouldn't switch,

'Cause there's no nicer witch than you

**Instrumental break**

'Cause it's witchcraft,
That crazy witchcraft,
And although I know it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me,
My heart says yes indeed in me,
Proceed with what your leading me to...

It's such an ancient pitch,
But one that I would never switch,
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you

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It's over, it's over, it's over, I won't look back,
Won't look back, my bridge has been crossed.
It's over, it's over, it's over, I'll walk away,
I'll stay away, cause my heart's been lost.
Losing is not a happy thing when the stakes are high,
Not when you lose your lover on a simple goodbye.
It's over, it's over, It's over, I can't look back,
Won't look back, my heart says it's done.
It's over, it's over, it's over, but when I see her
And when I'm near her, I feel like it just began.

Losing is not a happy thing when the stakes are high,
Not when you lose your lover on a simple goodbye.
It's over, it's over, it's over, I can't look back,
Won't look back, my heart says it's done.
It's over, it's over, it's over, but when I see her
And when I'm near her, I feel like it just began.

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Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
And on this farm there was a chick
The purtiest chick I know
With a little curve here and a little curve there
This chick, she had curves everywhere
Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

And oh, this chick, she had a walk, E-I-E-I-O
And how this walk would drive 'em wild swingin' to and 'fro
With a little wiggle here and a little wiggle there
Man, this chick had wiggles to spare
Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

When she went walkin' into town, E-I-E-I-O
The local gentry popped their eyes
Tarnation, what a show
With a "goldang" here and a "goshdarn" there
"Heavens to Betsy" I do declare
Ol' MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

There was a barn dance Saturday night, E-I-E-I-O
And the fellas came from miles around
Just to see her do-si-do
With a promenade here and a promenade there
At a square dance, boy, this chick was no square
Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

I used to be a travelling man, E-I-O
Until I hit MacDonald's place things were mighty slow
With a little chick here and a little chick there
I didn't have a real chick anywhere
Ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O

This farmer's daughter knocked me out, E-I-E-I-O, ah-hah
I asked MacDonald for her hand
And Pappy hollered "Go!"
With a little curve here and a little wiggle there
A "goldang" here and a "goshdarn" there
A do-si-do here and a promenade there
Got my own private county fair
'cause ol' MacDonald had a farm, E-I-O-I-O!!

. . .


Soft as a raindrop, fresh as the sea
Warm as the sunshine shining on me
This was my love, this was my love

Light was her laughter, few were her tears
Gentle her beauty, tender her years
This was my love, this was my love

So young, so fair, such bright golden hair
A smile always on her face
No other love can ever compare
No other can take her place

Others may cherish fortune or fame
I will forever cherish her name
For this was my love
This was my love!

. . .


Today I may not have a thing at all
Except for just a dream or two
But I’ve got lots of plans for tomorrow
And all my tomorrows belong to you

Right now it may not seem like spring at all
We’re drifting and the laughs are few
But I’ve got rainbows planned for tomorrow
And all my tomorrows belong to you

No one knows better than i
That luck keeps passing me by ... that’s fate
But with you there at my side
I’ll soon be turrning the tide ... just wait

As long as I’ve got arms that cling at all
It’s you that I’ll be clinging to
And all the dreams I dream, beg, or borrow
On some bright tomorrow they’ll all come true

And all my bright tomorrows belong to you

. . .


Sleep warm, sleep tight, when you turn off the light,
Sleep warm, sleep well, my love.
Rest your head on your pillow, what a lucky pillow,
Close to you, so close to you all night.
Sleep warm, sleep well, let dreams within you dwell,
Sweet dreams of me, my love.
Close your eyes now and kiss me, and whisper you miss me,
Sleep tight, sleep well, sleep warm.

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