Where Lovers Go
Have you never noticed
That we're dancing, dancing,
Dancing on the sun?
That's why we're moving so fast
It gets rather warm
Seasons come and go
But we keep dancing
Provocative
Oceans try to drown us
But they all burn away
And we never cease
I can tango like a Spanish don
Lightly do my feet trip
'cross the flames
And you are my love
You are my tormentor
Your hand presses mine
And they melt into one
Have you never noticed
That we're dancing, dancing,
Dancing on the sun?
That's why we're moving so fast
It gets rather
That we're dancing, dancing,
Dancing on the sun?
That's why we're moving so fast
It gets rather warm
Seasons come and go
But we keep dancing
Provocative
Oceans try to drown us
But they all burn away
And we never cease
I can tango like a Spanish don
Lightly do my feet trip
'cross the flames
And you are my love
You are my tormentor
Your hand presses mine
And they melt into one
Have you never noticed
That we're dancing, dancing,
Dancing on the sun?
That's why we're moving so fast
It gets rather
Last Rose of Summer
Thomas Moore, Nina Simone
'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone
All her lovely companions are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! to pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them
'Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow, when friendships decay
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie wither'd and fond ones are flown
Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone!