Jo Stafford (1953)
Now that I've known the comfort of your arms
No other love.
Oh the sweet contentment
that I find with you every time
Every time.
No other lips could want you more
For I was born to glory in your kiss.
Forever yours
Every time.
No other lips could want you more
For I was born to glory in your kiss.
Forever yours
I was blessed with love to love you
Til the stars burn out above you
Til the moon is but a silver shell
No other love, let no other love
Know the wonder of your spell
Til the stars burn out above you
Til the moon is but a silver shell
No other love, let no other love
Know the wonder of your spell
* Actually derived from Chopin Op. 10, No. 3, which has also generated Tristesse by Tino Rossi in 1939... beautiful tune in whichever rendition.
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