Our wistful little star Was far too high A teardrop kissed your lips And so did I Now when I remember spring And every little lovely thing I will be remembering The shadow of your smile Your lovely smile
— Frank Sinatra
Our wistful little star Was far too high A teardrop kissed your lips And so did I Now when I remember spring And every little lovely thing I will be remembering The shadow of your smile Your lovely smile
— Frank Sinatra