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. — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
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. — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
I viewed the morning, with much alarm. British Museum, had lost its charm. — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
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.… — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
This years fancies are passing fancies but sighing sighs, holding hands. These my heart understands. — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
Then there came a midnight and the world was new. Now here am I so spellbound, darling. Not by stars, but just by you. — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
Love's the same old situation. Lately I've not slept a wink. Since this crazy situation. Has me on the blink. — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
Im old fashioned, I love the moonlight. I love the old fashioned things. The sound of rain upon a window pane. The starry song… — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
To live it again is past all endeavor. Except when that tune clutches my heart and there we are, swearing to love forever and… — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
Couldn't sleep, wouldn't sleep. Love came and told me, shouldn't sleep. Bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I. — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
I found a dream that I can speak to. A dream that I can call my own. I found a thrill to press my… — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
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… — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
Am not such a clever one about the latest fads. I admit I was never one adored by local lads. — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
Not that I ever tried to be a saint. Im the type that they classify as quaint. — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
What moments divine, what rapture serene. Till clouds came along to disperse the joys we had tasted and now when I hear people curse… — Beegie Adair Copy Share Image
