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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra


Background information
Birth name Francis Albert Sinatra
Born December 12, 1915
Born place Hoboken, New Jersey, United States
Died May 14, 1998
Death place Los Angeles, California, United States
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Jazz
Big band
Years active 1935—1995
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
Reprise Records
Associated acts Rat Pack
Bing Crosby
Nancy Sinatra
Quincy Jones
Website Website



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Frank Sinatra Album


Come Fly With Me (1958)
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Come fly with me let's fly, let's fly away
If you can use some exotic booze there's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me let's fly, let's fly away

Come fly with me let's float down to Peru
In llamaland there's a one man band and he'll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me let's take off in the blue

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide starry eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear the angels cheer because we're together.

Weather-wise it's such a lovely day
Just say the words and we'll beat those birds down to Acapulco bay
It's perfect for a flying honeymoon they say
So come fly with me let's fly, let's fly away

(instrumental)

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide starry eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear all the angels cheer because we're together

Weather-wise it's such a lovely day
You just say those words and we'll beat those birds down to Acapulco bay
It's so perfect for a flying honeymoon they say
Come fly with me let's fly, let's fly
Pack up! let's fly away

. . .


Around the world I've searched for you
I traveled on when hope was gone to keep a rendezvous
I knew somewhere, sometime, somehow
You'd look at me and I would see the smile you're smiling now

It might have been in County Down
Or in New York, in gay Paree , or even London town
No more will I go all around the world
For I have found my world in you

It might have been in County Down
Or in New York, in gay Paree , or even London town
No more will I go all around the world
For I have found my world in you

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`twas on the Isle of Capri that I found her
Beneath the shade of an old walnut tree
Oh, I can still see the flow'rs bloomin' round her
Where we met on the Isle of Capri

She was as sweet as a rose at the dawning
But somehow fate hadn't meant her for me
And though I sailed with the tide in the morning
Still my heart's on the Isle of Capri

Summertime was nearly over
Blue Italian sky above
I said "Lady, I'm a rover,
Can you spare a sweet word o'love?"

She whispered softly "It's best not to linger"
And then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a lovely meatball on her finger
'twas goodbye at the Villa Capri

Summertime was nearly over
Blue Italian sky above
I said "Lady, I'm a rover,
Can you spare a fine word o'love?"

She whispered softly "It's best not to linger"
And then as I kissed her hand I could see
She wore a plain golden ring on her finger
'twas goodbye on the Isle of Capri
'twas goodbye on the Isle of Capri
'twas goodbye on the Isle of Capri

. . .


Pennies in a stream
Falling leaves, a sycamore
Moonlight in Vermont

Icy finger-waves
Ski trails on a mountainside
Snowlight in Vermont

Telegraph cables, they sing down the highway
And travel each bend in the road
People who meet in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized by the lovely

Ev'ning summer breeze
Warbling of a meadowlark
Moonlight in Vermont

Telegraph cables, how they sing down the highway
And they travel each bend in the road
People who meet in this romantic setting
Are so hypnotized by the lovely

Ev'ning summer breeze
The warbling of a meadowlark
Moonlight in Vermont

Moonlight in Vermont
Moonlight in Vermont


. . .


Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting

Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds in canyons of steel
They're making me feel I'm home

It's autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain

Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands

It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park

It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again

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By the old Moulmein Pagoda
Looking eastward to the sea
There's a Burma gal a settin'
And I know that she waits for me

And the wind is in those palm trees
And the temple bells they say
Come you back you mother soldier
Come you back to Mandalay, come you back to Mandalay

Come you back to Mandalay
Where the old flotilla lay
I can here those paddles chonkin'
From Rangoon to Mandalay

On the road to Mandalay
Where the flying fishes play
And the dawn comes up like thunder
Out of China across the bay

Ship me somewhere east of Suez
Where the best is like the worst
And there ain't no Ten Commandments
And a cat can raise a thirst

And those crazy bells keep ringing
'Cause it's there that I long to be
By the egg foo yong pagoda
Looking eastward to the see

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Let's take a boat to Bermuda
Let's take a plane to St. Paul
Let's grab a kayak to Quincy or Nyack
Let's get away from it all

Let's take a trip in a trailer
No need to come back at all
Let's take a powder to Boston for chowder
Let's get away from it all

We'll travel 'round from town to town
We'll visit ev'ry state
I'll repeat "I love you, sweet"
In all the forty-eight

Let's go again to Niag'ra
This time we'll peek at the Fall
Let's leave our hut, dear
Get out of our rut, dear
Let's get away from it all

We'll travel 'round from town to town
We'll visit ev'ry state
And I'll repeat that "I love you, sweet"
In all the forty-eight

Let's go again to Niag'ra
This time we'll dig the Fall
Let's leave our hut, dear
Get out of our rut, dear
Let's get away from it all

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I never knew the charm of spring
Never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace

April in Paris
Chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables
Under the trees

April in Paris
This is a feeling
That no one can ever reprise

I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
And I never knew my heart could sing
Never missed a warm embrace till

April in Paris
Whom can I run to?
What have you done to my heart?
What have you done to my heart?

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London by night is a wonderful sight
There is magic abroad in the air
I'm often told that the streets turn to gold
When the moon shines on Circus and Square

Deep in the dark that envelops the park
There's romance in each cigarette glow
Down by the Thames, lights that sparkle like gems
Seem to wink at each girl and her beau

Up comes the moon when the city's asleep
He's not alone, for it seems
Somewhere up there stands an angel to keep her watch
While each Londoner dreams

My love and I saw the sun leave the sky
Then we kissed in the fast-fading light
Most people say they love London by day
But lovers love London by night

Most people say they love London by day
But lovers love London by night

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Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly murmured "Someday soon"
We kissed and clung together

Then, tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say
Now, when twilight dims the sky above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing I'm certain of
Return I will to old Brazil

Then, tomorrow was another day
The morning found me miles away
With still a million things to say
Now, when twilight dims the sky above
Recalling thrills of our love
There's one thing that I'm certain of
Return I will to old Brazil
That old Brazil
Man, it's old in Brazil
Brazil, Brazil

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Night and you and blue Hawaii
The night is heavenly and you are heaven to me
Lovely you and blue Hawaii
With all this loveliness, there should be love

Come with me while the moon is on the sea
The night is young and so are we

Dreams come true in blue Hawaii
And mine could all come true
This magic night of nights with you

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It's very nice to go trav'ling
To Paris London and Rome
It's oh so nice to go trav'ling
But it's so much nicer, yes it's so much nicer, to come home

It's very nice to just wander
The camel route to Iraq
It's oh so nice to just wander
But it's so much nicer, yes it's oh so nice, to wander back

The mam'selles and frauleins, and the senoritas are sweet
But they can't compete 'cause they just don't have
What the models have, on Madison Ave.

It's very nice to be footloose
With just a toothbrush and comb
It's oh so nice to be footloose
But your heart starts singin' when your homeward wingin' across the foam

And you know your fate is
Where the Empire State is
All you contemplate is
The view from Miss Liberty's dome

It's very nice to go trav'ling
But it's oh so nice to come home

You will find the maiden and the gay muchachas are rare
But they can't compare with that sexy line
That parades each day at Sunset and Vine

It's quite the life to play gypsy
And roam as Gipsies will roam
It's quite the life to play gypsy
But your heart starts singin' when your homeward wingin' across the foam

And the Hudson River
Makes you start to quiver
Like the latest flivver
That's simply dripin' with crome

It's very nice to go trav'ling
But it's oh so nice to come home

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