Autumn in Rome
My heart remembers fountains where children played
Gardens where dreams were made
Autumn in Rome
Memories like embers glow
When I seem to hear walks beneath the pines that grace the golden sky
Stopping now and then to share a lover's sigh, you and I
Let winter come
All my Decembers I'll spend just dreaming of the way we fell in love
One lovely Autumn in Rome
Walks beneath the pines that grace the golden sky
Stopping now and then to share a lover's sigh, you and I
Let winter come
All my Decembers I spend just dreaming of the way we fell in love
One lovely Autumn in Rome
Old Father Time checked, so there'd be no doubt
Called on the north wind to come on out
Then cupped his hands so proudly to shout
La-di-da, di-da-di-dum, 'tis Autumn
The trees say they're tired, they've born too much fruit
Charmed all the wayside, there's no dispute
Now shedding leaves, they don't give a hoot
La-di-da, di-da-di-dum, 'tis Autumn
Then the birds got together
To chirp about the weather, mmm
After makin' their decision
In birdie-like precision
Turned about and made a bee-line to the south
My holding you close really is no crime
Ask the birds, the trees, and Old Father Time
It's just to help the mercury climb
La-di-da, di-da-di-dum, 'tis Autumn
It's just to help the mercury climb
La-di-da, di-la-di-dum, 'tis Autumn
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Rustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby
In the sunny South when I was a tot so high
And now that I have grown
And myself alone
Cradle me where Southern skies
Can watch me with a million eyes
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves
Cover me with heaven's blue
And let me dream a dream or two
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves
I'm breezing along, along with the breeze
I'm hearing a song, a song thru the trees
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
That fine melody caressing the shore
Familiar to me, I've heard it before
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, that's Southland
Don't I feel it in my soul
And don't I know I've reached my goal
Sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the Leaves
ºî¶Ê¡¦ºî»ì: Ray Evans, Jay Livingston, Percy Faith
ºî¶Êǯ 1966
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Maybe September
I'll love again
Maybe a rainbow
Will catch me then
This little boy lost
Will find his way once more
Just like before
When lips were tender
The shade of a willow
Where love was born
A face on a pillow
In early morn
I still see that golden world
In all it's splendor
Maybe September
Love will come again
A taller tree, a sweeter log
A bluer morning sky above
And maybe come September
I¡Çll share these wonders
With my love
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My daydreams lie buried in Autumn leaves,
They're covered in Autumn rain.
The time is sweet September,
The place a shady lane;
I'm riding the wings of an Autumn breeze,
Back to my memories.
The leaves of brown came tumbling down, remember,
In September, in the rain.
The sun went out just like a dying ember,
That September, in the rain.
To every word of love I heard you whisper,
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain.
Though spring is here to me it's still September
That September, in the rain
To every word of love I heard you whisper,
The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain.
Though spring is here to me it's still September,
That September, in the rain.
ºî¶Ê: Kenny Werner
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ºî¶Êǯ 2019
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ºî¶Ê: Al McKay
ºî»ì: Maurice White, Allee Willis
ºî¶Êǯ 1978
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Mark Murphy Featuring Larry Coryell And Art Farmer – September Ballads (1988)
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Recorded at Fantasy Studios, Berkeley: September 15-17, 1987
1. September Fifteenth (Lyle Mays / Pat Metheny / Mark Murphy)
2. When She Is Mine (Michael Franks)
3. When This Love Affair Is Over (Steve Allen / David Foster)
4. Night Life (Walt Breeland / Paul Buskirk / Willie Nelson)
5. Sack Full of Dreams (Gary McFarland / Louis Savary)
6. Crystal Silence (Chick Corea / Neville Potter)
7. I Never Went Away (Richard Bennett / Richard Rodney Bennett)
8. Sausalito (Mark Murphy)
9. Para Nada (Eliane Elias)
10. Spring Is Where You Are (Steve Allen)
Musicians:
Mark Murphy (vo)
Art Farmer (flugel, 2, 5, 7)
Larry coryell (g)
Larry Dunlap (p, background vocal 8)
Oscar Castro-Neves (g, 1, 6, 7, 9)
Bob Mocarsky (synthesizer)
David Belove (b, 1, 6, 7, 9)
Scott Steed (b, 2, 3, 4)
Jeff Carney (b, 5, 8, 10)
Vince Lateano (ds)
John Santos (percussion except 2, 3, 10)
Donald Bailey (harmonica, 2, 3, 4)
ºî¶Ê: Pat Metheny & Lyle Mays
ºî»ì: Mark Murphy
ºî¶Êǯ 1980
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Time has stopped today, forever
A soul has flown so far, a world away
An eagle climbs and hovers, as if he's saying
"Now we're together, we'll always be together
and we'll soar today
We'll reach the highest pinnacle
that was your way."
A song?
What good are songs when none play?
If none can play, what use has music today?
A stone, or a pebble
I throw out on a pond or pool
Is bound to make ripples,
rippling forever day after day
The eagle's message to me is clear,
this song to me
Now that I know the song so well,
I can sing it and play the tune
And not alone, no never alone
I'll not forget, they'll never forget
So that's the eagle's gift
We'll nerve forget this song
His lovely song, never, never forget
Music stays, no matter who goes away
Tone continues on with life all its own
Now we play this song the eagle gave us all
as his gift, his precious gift
ºî¶Ê¡¦ºî»ì: Walt Breeland / Paul Buskirk / Willie Nelson
ºî¶Êǯ 1960
The night life ain't no good life
But it's my life
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[Verse 1]
When the evening sun goes down
You will find me hanging round
The night life ain't no good life
But it's my life
[Verse 2]
Many people just like me
Dreaming of old used-to-be's
And the night life ain't no good life
But it's my life
[Bridge]
Listen to the blues they're playing
Listen to what the blues are saying
[Verse 3]
My life is just another scene
From the world of broken dreams
And the night life ain't no good life
But it's my life
The night life ain't no good life
But it's my life
ºî¶Ê¡¦ºî»ì: Gary McFarland, Louis Savary
ºî¶Êǯ 1968
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Grady Tate – Windmills Of My Mind (1968)
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[Spoken Intro]
We would like to dedicate this number to everyone here
Written by Gary McFarland, "Sack Full of Dreams"
[Verse 1]
I've got a dream for the world
Peace in the rivers and everywhere
Bridges of steel and love, and cities that smile
Gray empty faces walk by
And hands try to hide all the loneliness
Lighting a cigarette to blow time away
Lost in the noise, lonely as a wind
People on sidewalks with no place to go
[Chorus]
Can they learn to understand
The world of love that I'm dreaming
The world of love
[Verse 2]
And I, I said I, I got a sack full of dreams
Streets filled with laughter and toy balloons
And people with hearts that care
Who listen for love wanting the same
Wanting to care, wanting to share
All my dreams for the world
[Chorus]
Can they learn to
Understand the world of love that I'm dreaming
The world of love
[Instrumental break]
[Outro]
Mmm, wanting the same
Wanting to care
Wanting to share
All my dreams for the world
Can they learn, can they learn
Can they learn to understand
The world of love, peace, peace and happiness
Love and kindness
This is my sack full of dreams
ºî¶Ê: Chick Corea
ºî»ì: Neville Potter
ºî¶Êǯ 1972
Oh where did he go
The Crystal Silence cries
The Crystal Silence cries
In my dreams I see him still
In the Crystal Silence of the night
Away from life now
All alone I can reflect
I let him slip away
From the game he might have played
If he¡ìd stayed, if he had stayed
Oh I know those wondrous games
That we would have played
As log as time exists I shall
Recall the man I knew so well
One day I know
In time our paths will meet
And then we'll feel the joy
The joy we both have known
That I love and I call my own
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Sir Richard Rodney Bennett CBE (29 March 1936 – 24 December 2012)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Rodney_Bennett
We've been waiting for a September rain,
To clear the air again,
Week in, week out, waiting.
We've been listening for the slightest breeze
Among the thirsty trees,
Hillsides, valleys, list'ning.
Every avenue in town's looking
Dusty and brown.
We wander with a summer malaise,
Hoping soon to leave far behind us
Troubled nights, and these feverish days.
We've been waiting for a September rain,
To cool the earth again,
Morning, evening, waiting.
Will it ever end, this summer?
Everyone I know here
Is dreaming of a rainy cool November,
And it's true,
When a chill's in the air, you are
More inclined to fall in love with someone.
Oh my body feels so heavy,
Waiting all alone here,
I can't escape a fiery sun that
Pours down on the land.
The grass is crumbling beneath my hand.
Not a swallow in the sky,
Theyʼre too lazy to fly.
Time passes in a strange, languid way.
Thereʼs a road that meets the horizon,
But itʼs too hot for travʼlin today.
We've been waiting for a September rain,
To cool the earth again,
Morning, evening,
Waiting for a late September rain
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People, hand in hand
Have I lived to see the milk and honey land?
Where hate's a dream and love forever stands
Was this a vision in my mind?
The law was never passed
But somehow men feel they are truly free at last
Have we really gone this far through space and time
Was this a vision in my mind?
I'm not one who make believes
I know the leaves are green
They only turn to brown
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I know just what I say
Today's not yesterday
And all things have an ending
But what I'd like to know
Is could a place like this exist so beautiful
Or do we have to find our wings and fly away
To the vision in our minds
I'm not one who makes believes
I know that leaves are green
They only turn to brown
When autumn comes around
I know just what I say
Today's not yesterday
And all things have an ending
But what I'd like to know
Is could a place like this exist so beautiful
Or do we have to find our winds and fly away
To the vision in our minds
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Sing a song of sad young men
Glasses full of rye
All the news is bad again
Kiss your dreams goodbye
All the sad young men
Sitting in the bars
Drinking up the nights
And missing all the stars
All the sad young men
Drifting through the town
Drinking up the night
Trying not to drown
All the sad young men
Singing in the cold
Trying to forget
That they are growing old
All the sad young men
Choking on their youth
Trying to be brave
Running from the truth
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Slowly dies the heart
Sad young men are growing old
That's the cruelest part
All the sad young men
Seek a certain smile
Someone they can hold
For just a little while
Tired little girl
She does the best, she does the best that she can
Trying to be gay
For a sad young man
While a grimy moon
Blossoms up above
All the sad young men
They play at making love, at making love
Misbegotten moon
Shine for sad young men
May your gentle light
Guide them home again
All the sad, sad, sad young men
No one ever tells you what's like to love and lose
How it feels to waken and have breakfast with the blues
How to go on living, how to face another day
No one ever tells you the way
No one ever tells you how it feels to walk alone
Listening for those footsteps through the echo of your own
Suddenly it hits you, all those dreams weren't worth a dime
'Cause no one ever tells you in time
Long before the icy winds of winter
Autumn tells the swallows, "Time to fly"¡¡¢«¡¡¤³¤³¤Ë
Why did she pretend 'til the bitter end
'Til it broke my heart to say goodbye?
No one ever tells you that it's just another fling
No one ever warns you when your heart begins to sing
Someone tells you later, "All is fair in love and war"
But no one ever tells you before
No one ever tells you that it's just another fling
No one ever warns you when your heart begins to sing
Someone tells you later, "All is fair in love and war"
But no one ever tells you before
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Frank Sinatra – A Swingin' Affair! (1957)
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