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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


Put Your Dreams Away (1958)
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I dream of you more than you dream I do,
How can I prove to you this love is real?
You're mean to me more than you mean to be,
You just can't seem to see the way I feel.

When I am close to you, the world is far away,
The words that fill my heart my lips can't seem to say
I want you so, more than you'll ever know,
More than you dream I do, I dream of you.

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Dream, when you're feeling blue
Dream, that's the thing to do
Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air
You'll find your share of memories there

So dream when the day is through
Dream, and they might come true
Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream

Things never are as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream

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I have but one heart, this heart I bring you,
I have but one heart to share with you,
I have but one dream that I can cling to,
You are the one dream I pray comes true.
My darling, until I saw you, I never felt this way,
And nobody else before you, ever has heard me say,
You are my one love, my life I live for you,
I have but one heart to give to you.

*Dicimo o mari, facimu l'amore,
*A curi a curi che ci passa,
*Ca u mare parla e na' carezza,
*Ma a tia la brezza, fina murir.
You are my one love, my love I live for you,
I have but one heart to give to you.

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The girl that I marry will have to be
As soft and as pink as a nursery
The girl I call my own
Will wear satins and laces and smell of cologne

Her nails will be polished and, in her hair,
She'll wear a gardenia and I'll be there
`stead of flittin', I'll be sittin'
Next to her and she'll purr like a kitten

A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be

Her nails will be polished and, in her hair,
She'll wear a gardenia and I'll be there
`stead of flittin', I'll be sittin'
Next to her and she'll purr like a kitten

A doll I can carry, the girl that I marry must be

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The boat rides we would take, the moonlight on the lake
The way we danced and hummed our fav'rite song
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long

The midway and the fun, the kewpie dolls we won
The bell I rang to prove that I was strong
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long

The early morning hike, the rented tandem bike
The lunches that we used to pack
We never could explain that sudden summer rain
The looks we got when we got back

The leaves began to fade like promises we made
How could a love that seemed so right go wrong?
The things we did last summer I'll remember all winter long

brief instrumental

I've tried so to forget, at times I do, and yet
The mem'ry of you lingers like our song
The things we did last summer, I'll remember all winter long

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Before Lord God made the sea or the land
He held all the stars in the palm of his hand
And they ran through his fingers like grains of sand
And one little star fell alone

Then the Lord God hunted through the wide night air
For the little dark star in the wind down there
And he stated and promised he'd take special care
So it wouldn't get lost no more

Now, a man don't mind if the stars get dim
And the clouds blow over and darken him
So long as the Lord God's watching over him
Keeping track how it all goes on

But I've been walking through the night and the day
Till my eyes get weary and my head turns gray
And sometimes it seems maybe God's gone away
Forgetting his promise and the word he'd say

And we're lost out here in the stars
Little stars big stars blowing through the night
And we're lost out here in the stars
Little stars big stars blowing through the night
And we're lost out here in the stars

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I'll never forget you, but should I forget you,
Then let my eyes forget that they have seen the day, my love.
And let my ears not hear sweet children at their play, my love.
And let my lips forget that they have learned to pray, my love,
If I forsake you, if I forsake you.
I'll never forget you, but should I forget you,
Then may I ever know the bitter, not the sweet, my love.
And may I never find a friendly hand to greet, my love.
And let this heart of mine forget that it must beat, my love,
If I forget, if I forget you

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A small cafe, mam'selle
Our rendez-vouz, mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you, mam'selle

And as the night danced by
A kiss became a sigh
Your lovely eyes
Seem to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does, for you

And yet I know too well
Someday you'll say goodbye
Then violins will cry
And so will I, mam'selle

And as the night danced by
A kiss became a sigh
Your lovely eyes
Seem to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does, for you

And yet I know too well
Someday you'll say goodbye
Then violins will cry
And so will I, mam'selle

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I hear music when I look at you
A beautiful theme of every dream I ever knew
Down deep in my heart
I hear it play
I feel it start
Then melt away

I hear music when I touch your hand
A beautiful melody from some enchanted land
Down deep in my heart
I hear it say
'Is this the day?'

I alone have heard this lovely strain
I alone have heard this glad refrain
'Must it be forever inside of me?
Why can't I let it go?
Why can't I let you know
Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?'
That beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring
The music is sweet
The words are true
The song is you

Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?
That beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring
The music is sweet
The words are true
The song is you

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Once I laughed when I heard you say
That I'd be playing solitaire uneasy in my easy chair
It never entered my mind
Once you told me I was mistaken that I'd awaken with the sun
And order orange juice for one
It never entered my mind

You have what I lack myself
Now I even have to scratch my back myself

Once you warned me that if you scorned me
I'd say a lover's prayer again
And wish that you were there again
To get into my hair again
It never entered my mind

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Ain'tcha ever coming back, aintcha? can't ya see the difference it makes?
I'm half myself without your kisses,
One more night of doing without 'em will drive me crazy


Won'tcha make me smile again, won'tcha? just a word is all that it takes.
Your hello will let me know that we're the same as we used to be,
Oh, ain't cha ever coming back to me?

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Writer(s): Lowe/Weiss/Mann


Put your dreams away for another day
And I will take their place in your heart
Wishing on a star never got you far
And so it's time to make a new start

When your dreams at night
Fade before you
Then I'll have the right
To adore you

Let your kiss confess this is happiness, darling
And put all your dreams away

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