Baixar Mais Tocadas: ouvir Billie Holiday

Someday he’ll come alongThe man I loveAnd he’ll be big and strongThe man I loveAnd when he comes my wayI’ll do my best to make him stayHe’ll look at me and smileI’ll understandThen in a little whileHe’ll take my handAnd though it seems absurdI know we both won’t say a wordMaybe I shall meet him SundayMaybe Monday, maybe notStill I’m sure to meet him one dayMaybe Tuesday will be my good news dayHe’ll build a little homeThat’s meant for twoFrom which I’ll never roamWho would, would youAnd so all else aboveI’m dreaming of the man I love
Summertime and the livin’ is easy / Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is fine / Oh your Daddy’s rich and your ma is good lookin’ / So hush little baby, don’t you cry
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless / Dearest the shadows, I live with are numberless / Little white flowers will never awaken you / Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you