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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



Frank Sinatra Album


Songs By Sinatra - The Old Gold Shows Volume 4 (1998)
1998
1.
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah (with The Pied Pipers)
2.
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow (with The Page Cavanaugh Trio)
3.
A Gal In Calico (by The Pied Pipers)
4.
Crazy Rhythm (by The Page Cavanaugh Trio)
5.
Medley - Pretty Baby/I Used To Love You/Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet (with Jane Powell)
6.
Kiss Me Again (by Jane Powell)
7.
The Song is You (with Jane Powell)
8.
When Day Is Done (with The Pied Pipers)
9.
10.
You Won't Be Satisfied (by The Pied Pipers)
11.
Remember Me (by Skinnay Ennis)
12.
Whispering (with Skinnay Ennis)
13.
Maria My Own (by Carlos Ramirez)
14.
Figaro (with Carlos Ramirez)
15.
16.
17.
1.
2.
Shoo-Fly Pie and Apple Pan Bowdy (by The Pied Pipers)
3.
4.
5.
6.
Ragtime Cowboy Joe (by The Pied Pipers)
7.
Skycab Boogie (by Ella Mae Morse)
8.
9.
You Are My Sunshine (by The Vagabonds)
10.
White Christmas (with The Pied Pipers)
11.
12.
. . .


Zip a dee doo-dah, zip a dee ay
My, oh my, what a wonderful day.
Plenty of sunshine headed my way.
Zip a dee doo-dah, zip a dee ay
Mister bluebird on my shoulder
It's the truth, it's actual.
Everything is satisfactual.
Zip a dee doo-dah, zip a dee ay
Wonderful feelin', Wonderful day.

. . .


Song:Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Artist: Frank Sinatra

(Frank)

Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful
But The Fire Is So Delightful
Since We've No Place To Go
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

It Doesn't Show Signs of Stopping
And I've Brought Some Corn For Popping
The Lights Are Turned Down Low
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

When We Finally Kiss Goodnight
How I'll Hate Going Out In A Storm
But If You Really Hold Me Tight
All The Way Home I'll Be Warm

The Fire Is Slowly Dying
And My Dear We're Still Goodbying
As Long As You Love Me So
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

(Backup Voices)

He Doesn't Care If It's In Below
He's Sitting By The Fires Gloosy Glow
He Don't Care About The Cold And The Winds That Blow
He Just Says, Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

(Frank) Let It Snow!

(Backup Voices)

Oooooh Wee Goes The Storm
Why Should He Worry When He's Nice And Warm
His Girl By His Side And The Lights Turned Low
He Just Says, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

(Frank) I Don't Care!

(Instrumental)

(Frank)

The Weather Outside Is Frightful
But That Fire Is Ummm.. Delightful
Since We've No Place To Go
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

It Doesn't Show Signs Of Stopping
And I've Brought Lots Of Corn For Popping
The Lights Are Way Down Low
So Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

(Backup Voices) Let It Snow!

(Frank)

When We've Finally Say Goodnight
How I'll Hate Going Out In A Storm
But If You'll Only Hold Me Tight
All The Way Home I'll Be Warm

The Fire Is Slowly Dying
And My Dear We're Still Goodbying
Long As You Love Me So
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!

. . .

A Gal In Calico

[No lyrics]

. . .

Crazy Rhythm

[No lyrics]

. . .

Medley - Pretty Baby/I Used To Love You/Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet

[No lyrics]

. . .


Sweet summer breeze, whispering trees, stars shining softly above
Roses in bloom, wafted perfume, sleepy birds dreaming of love
Safe in your arms, far from alarms, daylight shall come but in vain
Tenderly press close to my breast, kiss me, kiss me again
Safe in your arms, far from alarms, daylight shall come but in vain
Tenderly press close to my breast, kiss me, kiss me again

. . .


I hear music when I look at you
A beautiful theme of every dream I ever knew
Down deep in my heart
I hear it play
I feel it start
Then melt away

I hear music when I touch your hand
A beautiful melody from some enchanted land
Down deep in my heart
I hear it say
'Is this the day?'

I alone have heard this lovely strain
I alone have heard this glad refrain
'Must it be forever inside of me?
Why can't I let it go?
Why can't I let you know
Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?'
That beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring
The music is sweet
The words are true
The song is you

Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?
That beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring
The music is sweet
The words are true
The song is you

. . .


Since you've gone away, one thing is clear to me,
You were dearer than dear to me
From the moment you came.
Evenings by your side, I learned to love the night,
But the loveliness of the night
Is no longer the same.
Chorus:
When day is done and shadows fall,
I dream of you.
When day is done, I think of all the joys we knew
That yearning returning to hold you in my arms,
Won't go, love, I know, love,
Without you night has lost its charms!
When day is done and grass is wet with twilight's dew,
My lonely heart is sinking with the sun.
Although I miss your tender kiss the whole day through,
I miss you most of all when day is done.

Vesper bells are ringing, somewhere far away,
There's a silvery star away
At the edge of the sky.
Work is done, and life is like a song to me,
For some treasures belong to me
That no money can buy.
Chorus:
When day is done and shadows fall,
I dream of you.
When day is done, I think of all the joys we knew
That yearning returning to hold you in my arms,
Won't go, love, I know, love,
Without you night has lost its charms!
When day is done and grass is wet with twilight's dew,
My lonely heart is sinking with the sun.
Although I miss your tender kiss the whole day through,
I miss you most of all when day is done.

. . .


Gimme a little kiss, will you, huh?
Whadda ya gonna miss, will you, huh?
Gosh oh gee, why do you refuse?
I can't see what you gonna lose.
Gimme a little squeeze, will you, huh?
Why do you wanna make me blue?
I wouldn't say a word if I were asking for the world,
But what's a little kiss between a fella and his girl?
Gimme a little kiss, will you, huh?
And I'll give it right back to you.

. . .

You Won't Be Satisfied

[No lyrics]

. . .

Remember Me

[No lyrics]

. . .


Whispering while you cuddle near me, whispering so no one can hear me,
Each little whisper seems to cheer me, I know it's true, there's no one, dear, but you.
Whispering why you'll never leave me, whispering why you'll never grieve me,
Whisper and say that you'll believe me, whispering that I love you.

. . .

Maria My Own

[No lyrics]

. . .


Largo al factotum della citt...
Largo!
La la la la la la la la la la!
Presto a bottega che l'alba gi....
Presto!
La la la la la la la la la la!
Ah, che bel vivere,
che bel piacere
che bel piacere
per un barbiere
di qualit...
di qualit...!
Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, bravissimo;
Bravo!
La la la la la la la la la la!
Fortunatissimo
per verit...!
Bravo!
La la la la la la la la la la!
Fortunatissimo per verit...
Fortunatissimo per verit...
La la la la
La la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la!
Pronto a far tutto
la notte e il giorno
sempre d'intorno
in giro sta.
Vita pi- nobile
per un barbiere
vita pi- nobile
no, non si d....
La la la la
La la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la!
Rasori e pettini,
lancette e forbici,
al mio comando
tutto qui sta.
Rasori e pettini,
lancette e forbici,
al mio comando
tutto qui sta.
V' la risorsa
poi del mestiere
con la donnetta
col cavaliere
con la donnetta
trallalallero
e col cavaliere
la la!
Ah, che bel vivere,
che bel piacere
che bel piacere
per un barbiere
di qualit...
di qualit...!
Tutti mi chiedono,
tutti mi vogliono,
donne, ragazzi,
vecchi, fanciulle:
Qua la parrucca
Presto la barba
Qua la sanguigna
Presto il biglietto
Tutti mi chiedono,
tutti mi vogliono,
tutti mi vogliono,
tutti mi vogliono,
Qua la parrucca
Presto la barba
Qua la sanguigna
Presto il biglietto
Figaro, Figaro
Figaro, Figaro
Figaro, Figaro
Figaro, Figaro
Figaro
Ahim, ahim, che furia!
Ahim, che folla!
Uno alla volta,
per carit...!
per carit...!
per carit...!
Uno alla volta,
uno alla volta,
uno alla volta,
per carit...!
Figaro!
Son qua!
Figaro!
Son qua!
Figaro qua,
Figaro la,
Figaro qua,
Figaro la,
Figaro su,
Figaro gi-,
Figaro su,
Figaro gi-
Pronto prontissimo
Son come il fulmine,
sono il factotum
della citt...

della citt...
della citt...
della citt...
della citt...!
Ah, bravo Figaro
bravo, bravissimo
Ah, bravo Figaro
bravo, bravissimo
Fortunatissimo
Fortunatissimo
Fortunatissimo
per verit...!
Ah, bravo Figaro
bravo, bravissimo
Ah, bravo Figaro
bravo, bravissimo
Fortunatissimo
Fortunatissimo
Fortunatissimo
per verit...!
A te fortuna
non mancher...!
Sono il factotum
della citt...
della citt...
della citt...
della citt...!

Make way for the factotum of the city
Make way!
La la la la la la la la la la!
Quickly to the shop! The sun is rising
Quickly!
La la la la la la la la la la!
Ah! What a wonderful life
what a pleasure
what a pleasure
for a skilful barber
Skilful barber!
Skilful barber!
Ah, bravo! Figaro
Bravo! Bravissimo!
Bravo!
La la la la la la la la la la!
Very succesful
to be frank!
Bravo!
La la la la la la la la la la!
Very succesful, to be frank
Very succesful, to be frank
La la la la
La la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la!
Ready to everything
night and day
he's always
around
A better life
for a barber
a better life
does not exist!
La la la la
la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la!
Razors and combs,
needles and scissors,
all of that is here
at my beck and call!
Razors and combs,

. . .


At the end of the rainbow there's happiness,
And to find it often I've tried,
But my life is a race, just a wild goose chase,
And my dreams have all been denied.
Why have I always been a failure?
What can the reason be?
I wonder if the world's to blame,
I wonder if it could be me.

I'm always chasing rainbows,
Watching clouds drifting by,
My schemes are just like all my dreams,
Ending in the sky.
Some fellows look and find the sunshine,
I always look and find the rain.
Some fellows make a winning sometime,
But I never even make a gain, believe me,
I'm always chasing rainbows,
Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain.

. . .


What makes the sunset?
What makes the moonrise?
What makes the tide remember to hide and why does it soon rise?
What makes a star fall?
Where does it fall to?
Why does its flight make us stop in the night and wish as we all do?

And what holds a cloud together?
What makes the sky so blue?

What makes the sunset?
What makes the moonrise?
Is it my love for you?

And what holds a cloud together?
And what makes the sky so blue?

What makes the sunset?
What makes the moonrise?
Is it my love for you?

. . .


Give me five minutes more, only five minutes more
Let me stay, let me stay in your arms

Here am I, begging for only five minutes more
Only five minutes more of your charms

All week long I dreamed about our Saturday date
Don't you know that Sunday morning you can sleep late

Give me five minutes more (Here am I begging for), only five minutes more
(Let me stay, let me stay)
Let me stay, let me stay (stay) in your arms

. . .


Spoken: Let's be on with our little holligag, Axel, play that Venetian waltz so popular down at the pirate's den, will you?

When Madame Pompadour was on the ballroom floor,
Said all the gentlemen, obviously, the madame has the cutest personality.
And think of all the books about Du Barry's looks,
What was it made her the toast of Paree?
She had a well-developed personality.
And what did Romeo see in Juliet or Hero in Perriet, or Jupiter in Juno? you know!
Or when Salome danced and had the boys entranced,
No doubt it must have been easy to see
That she knew how to use her personality.

You're quite a ladies' man just how d'you do advance, I know it can't be publicity,
Boys to Sinatra: The boys at Metro call it a personality.
Oh Frank you're awfully thin, just how did you begin,
To set the style in the swoon industry
Frank: I did it with my famished personality.
I know it's not the place for me to make this crack,
But I hear tell that Gable's back.

Boys: Frankie, here's a bromo, why, a Como (ow!)
We're grateful to the flock to where those bobbies sack
Because without them we must agree,
We would never have made it with a personality.

. . .

Shoo-Fly Pie and Apple Pan Bowdy

[No lyrics]

. . .


Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace me, my silk and lace-able you

I’m in love with you
I am
And verily so
But you’re much too shy
Unnecessarily so

I love all, the many charms about you
Above all, I want my arms about you
Don't be a naughty baby
Come to papa do
My sweet embraceable you

I love all, the many charms about you
Above all, I want these arms about you

So don't be a naughty baby
Come to papa do
My sweet embraceable you

. . .


From this day forward, I promise you with all my heart,
That we shall never be apart, from this day on.
From this day forward, I'm yours to call your very own,
I live my life for you alone, from this day on.
On and on, I'll welcome each new tomorrow,
Knowing that our tomorrow is here.
On and on, and even beyond forever,
Heaven is mine whenever you're near.
From this day forward, I give you me with all my love,
From this day forward, from this day on.

From this day forward, I give you me with all my love,
From this day forward, from this day on.

. . .


I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And my legs ain't bowed, my cheeks ain't tanned
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer 'cause I don't know how
And I sure ain't fixin' to start in now
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I learned to ride 'fore I learned to stand
I'm a riding fool who is up to date
I know every trail in the Lone Star state
'cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay

And I come to town just to hear the band
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
'bout the big corral where the dogies go
'cause I learned them all on the radio
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay

. . .


Out in Arizona where the bad men are,
And the only friend to guide you is an Eve'ning star,
The roughest toughest man by far, Is Ragtime Cowboy Joe.
Got his name from singing to the cows and sheep
Ev'ry night they say he sings the herd to sleep,
In a basso rich and deep, Crooning soft and low.
Chorus: He always sings, raggy music to the cattle,
As he swings, back and forward in the saddle,
On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited,
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater.
How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun,
Because the Western folks all know,
He's a high-faluting scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona,
Ragtime Cow Boy Joe.

Dressed up ev'ry Sunday in his Sunday clothes,
He beats it for the village where he always goes,
And ev'ry girl in town is Joe's, 'Cause he's a ragtime bear.
When he starts a spieling on the dance hall floor,
No one but a lunatic would start a war,
Wise men know his forty four, Makes men dance for fair.

He always sings, raggy music to the cattle,
As he swings, back and forward in the saddle,
On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited,
And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater.
How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun,
Because the Western folks all know,
He's a high-faluting scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona,
Ragtime Cow Boy Joe.

. . .

Skycab Boogie

[No lyrics]

. . .


Every day, along about evening
When the sunlight's beginning to pale
I ride through the slumbering shadows
Along the Navajo Trail
When it's night and crickets are callin'
And coyotes are makin' a wail
I dream by a smoldering fire
Along the Navajo Trail
I love to lie and listen to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well whatta ya know, it's mornin' already
There's the dawnin', so silver and pale
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail

I love to lie and listen to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
When over yonder hill the moon is climbin'
It always finds me wishin' on a star
Well whatta ya know, it's mornin' already
There's the dawnin', so silver and pale (like a silvery veil)
It's time to climb into my saddle
And ride the Navajo Trail
Ride the Navajo Trail
Ride the Navajo Trail

. . .

You Are My Sunshine

[No lyrics]

. . .


I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white
(I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know)

Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear those sleigh bells in the snow

(I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write)
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

. . .


Day by Day
Im falling more in love with you
And day by day
My love seems to grow
There isn't any end to my devotion
It's deeper, dear, by far
Than any ocean
I find that day by day
You're making all my dreams come true
So come what may
I want you to know
I'm yours alone
And I'm in love to this day
As we go through the years
Day by day

Im yours alone
And Im in love to this day
As we go through the years
Day by day

. . .


MC: From Hollywood, the Armed Forces Radio Service presents Personal Album.
Today we bring you The Voice, the voice of Frank Sinatra assisted by Axel Stordahl
and the orchestra. Now here's Frank.

Frank:
The charm of you is comparable to a Christmas tree with toys,
With little girls and boys when first they see the tree.
The thrill of you is comparable the thrill I felt when I first learned the heart could sigh,
And you were the reason why, and yet, and yet if we two have never met,
I'd know your grace that warms a face that only the angels get, and
So comparing you with all of these things, is all that I can do,
Because they add up to the charm of you.
(musical interlude)
So comparing you with all of these things, is all that I can do.
Because they add up to the charm of you.

. . .


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